( one side of his arm is lighter than ever, his jacket sleeve hangs down limp from the nub of his arm — he still experiences phantom pains from time to time. npc-kun must have gotten not too far, because komaeda can hear the muffled screaming coming from down the hall in the dark, and his arm hitting against the ground.
i've seen so many arts where like they make the arm move like it's on adam's family because komaeda plays like that, i wish i could, god... it'd be like that one part of little nightmares 2. he can hear their shoes screeching on the floor from how quick they're moving, must be really desperate to find something or someone —
a little insane of komaeda as he sits down on the floor now, wondering if the other will stop and keep going, or keep frantically running around. he squints trying to see better, as if he'll be able to see them completely in the dark.
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as a remnant... which komaeda is... because of despair... what if he just blinks once, and allows his eyes... to glow red... in the middle of the dark. )
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i've seen so many arts where like they make the arm move like it's on adam's family because komaeda plays like that, i wish i could, god... it'd be like that one part of little nightmares 2. he can hear their shoes screeching on the floor from how quick they're moving, must be really desperate to find something or someone —
a little insane of komaeda as he sits down on the floor now, wondering if the other will stop and keep going, or keep frantically running around. he squints trying to see better, as if he'll be able to see them completely in the dark.
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as a remnant... which komaeda is... because of despair... what if he just blinks once, and allows his eyes... to glow red... in the middle of the dark. )