Canned feelings
Based on Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared, Red & Duck, fanfiction tribute micro-fiction. Red’s perspective.
Our house is dark. I can’t see you but I feel you next to me and I tell you with my heart in my throat that I like looking at you. You say the same thing. It’s like the lights are on again and a waterfall is tumbling over us.
“Hold my hand and we’re half wayyy there—-
You whisper in a gravely, stoic voice, and I feel so safe in a house full of hellish nightmares.
“There’s a place for us,” you kiss my face. “Somewhere, someday.”
I smell a rotting, smoking can, full of guts.
Full of us.
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