a fuckload of text messages and also general text; post-dated to mid-morning the 27th

[hypertoxic]

[ This is what happens when you're bored in the hospital with nothing better to do. ]

To: Dave Strider
Subject: (none)
Look. We should talk. And 8efore you say it, I get that you pro8a8ly won't want to. 8lah 8lah spider8itch 8lah.
8ut if you do this I will leave you alone. For a while.
Deal?

To: Victor Mancha
Subject: (none)
You need to tell me what the fuck that was all a8out.
I'm not saying I'm going to hold it against you.
8ut I am saying you owe me an explanation.

To: The Doctor (Tenth)
Subject: (none)
If I tell you in advance I'm going to skip school for the next week and a half will you please just not come after me a8out it????????
Actually I don't even know what happened to you.
How did you make out?

To: The Once-ler
Subject: (none)
So, uh.
I think I need to tender my resign8tion.
Or however that works?

To: Erik Lensherr
Subject: (none)
What the f8ck happened????????

To: Hal
Subject: ????????
Where have you 8een. You missed everything!

To: John Egbert
Subject: (none)
You don't have to reply to this.
8ut thank you.


[ And then you painfully ponder saying anything in public, which doesn't seem advisable at the moment, but whatever the fuck. This situation can't get any worse. Just, maybe, more awkward. ]

Uh. As much as I h8 to 8e out on the network right now. Two things.
One, how much does it cost to replace a 8usted phone?
Two, has anyone heard from Karkat? What happened to that guy.

Comments

[hypertoxic]

[ Things were easier when this was a foregone conclusion. When someone mentioned, sarcastically or not, how awesome she was, and it was easy as breathing to cackle and simply agree, because she believed it to be true.

It's not like she doesn't still think that way. It's just gotten complicated, like everything else. There is a part of her she's begun to doubt. And here is Hal, having faith. Again.

For some bugfuck insane reason. ]