newlydead r2 - day 13 - kyrie

[jinglebros]

[ 11:45 pm. Ticking down. It's near time for the night to roll over and near time for everything to change. The votes will click into place soon. Santa is huffing and puffing in his bed, arms crossed and staring down at his tablet. He'd be biting down on his lip if it wasn't stitched together from being split. His nose is wrinkled and his face blotched from anger. He doesn't know what to do.

He can't sleep. Who could? ]

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[meatitfeedson]

[Her fingers curl, gripping the sheets and twisting them. Hearing that probably hurts more than being betrayed and killed.]

You're a good kid, you know. You can still stop all this, after this game. I liked you at first because I thought you were like me, but you're not, you can still make yourself happy without being a demon, you know? It's hell, every moment. You can't even be sure if the people you love most are there because they love you too, or if they're just afraid. Don't let that happen...