“Well Sid, I’m glad you finally decided to come back” was the first thing he heard when he came to “frank, help this man up” a shabby hobo helped him off the ground, but Sid fell immediately afterwards so frank had to hold him up. When Sid lifted his heavy head he almost screamed, where once he would’ve seen his old homeless friends, he saw a collection of horrors too ghastly to describe. “What’s wrong old pal? Bad trip? Hahahahahaha” the words oozed out of the head hobo and lingered in the air creating an unpleasant scent of betrayal and disapproval.
Sid tried his best to remember the hobo leader’s name he found it harder and harder every time he opened his eyes. The man’s skin was blood red with a nose that curved almost completely around; his lips looked as if they had been torn off leaving only the gums and rotting teeth. He had hair only in patches covered by a torn hat, the hat created a shadow helpfully covering his black eyes. Somehow he managed to remember his name “Douglas””yes?””fuck you” Sid then defiantly walked in the opposite direction. “Don’t you want to know why you’re seeing things? Don’t you want to know where you are? Don’t you want to know why you were brought here???” Douglas yelled after him, Sid immediately stopped once he heard.
He walked back calmly “alright talk you crazy looking squiggly-line. I want to know what’s wrong with me” “don’t worry you’re gonna be fine””yeah right, you’re lying, I can taste them, your lies, they taste like fish!” his mental state was clearly diminishing “trust me, I have good news, and a little bad news””what’s the bad news””someone tried to kill you, fortunately whoever it was was not very bright, he confused corrosive acid with that stuff hippies take” at hearing this Sid burst into a delirious laughter “the good news is it’ll wear off eventually…you’ll be fine.” The words “you’ll be fine” floated in the air in day-glo purple letters.
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