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[crimsonhavoc.livejournal.com]

What do I do... what am I supposed to do... Dying.... we....

*here be Asch, in his room, sitting in the edge of the bed. His head's in his hands, and he's muttering things to himself. He's finally snapped, and is going to pretty much shoot himself in the head soon*

Why... why us... him... me...


((this post is mostly for yes_itdoes , but anyone else can bother him. He's just gonna be staring blankly at whoever pokes him, and then he'll try to attempt to blow his brains out or something. Either way, he's gonna die soon. Possibly in this post.))

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[crimsonhavoc.livejournal.com]

*turns his attention to what Asch is looking*

[yes-itdoes.livejournal.com]

[there is a writhing MASS in his groin area]> This may make things easier.

[crimsonhavoc.livejournal.com]

*well, that's not normal...* What the...?

[yes-itdoes.livejournal.com]

[pulls down his pants enough that some tentacles spill out]

[crimsonhavoc.livejournal.com]

*okie dokie, that's kinda creepy; Asch is pretty speechless, though*

[yes-itdoes.livejournal.com]

... [looks at him]

[crimsonhavoc.livejournal.com]

...So... huh.

[yes-itdoes.livejournal.com]

Interesting.

[crimsonhavoc.livejournal.com]

How...

[yes-itdoes.livejournal.com]

[one tentacle reaches out, stroking up his leg] Ah, that's how they work.

[crimsonhavoc.livejournal.com]

*shivers* How do they...?

[yes-itdoes.livejournal.com]

There's some muscle. [strokes his hip with another]

[crimsonhavoc.livejournal.com]

Ah... *closes his eyes, shivering*

[yes-itdoes.livejournal.com]

No sensitivity... [closes his eyes, using yet another to stroke his chest]

[crimsonhavoc.livejournal.com]

So... odd....

[yes-itdoes.livejournal.com]

[keeps stroking, using a few more to stroke various other parts]

[crimsonhavoc.livejournal.com]

A-ah....

[yes-itdoes.livejournal.com]

[strokes the inside of his legs and up his backside]

[crimsonhavoc.livejournal.com]

*leans in slightly, hands grasping at his shoulders still*

[yes-itdoes.livejournal.com]

[whips out two more to grab his arms and hold them away from him]

[crimsonhavoc.livejournal.com]

*struggles weakly against him* Asch...

[yes-itdoes.livejournal.com]

[choked, sad] Don't.

[crimsonhavoc.livejournal.com]

Why...? Please...

[yes-itdoes.livejournal.com]

Don't touch me. I can't...

[crimsonhavoc.livejournal.com]

Just one last time....