cw: Pink blood, stab wounds, swears will update if there's more


[ He's fumbling with the fluid, because his hands shake so bad. The adrenaline has worn off and he's already feeling how much this hurts. He's breathing normally, but his face looks flushed and dripping with sweat. The image is partially smeared in neon pink, as a boy of sixteen leans is sitting on a couch as his backdrop.]

Hey, so....how's everyone?

[ He lets out a long sigh, already exhausted from trying to start this casually so he just jumps into it. He'll move the camera so it shows off a clearly pink stained bundle of shirts covering the wound he received.]

Look, I'm gonna cut to the fucking chase here. I got stabbed and I'm bleeding and YES; I know blood isn't PINK but apparently that's what it is now.

[a pause and then he continues;]

I think, I'm okay but I don't know how to fix it other than keep a bunch of shirts on it to keep it all in.

Don't want to answer fifty questions about how it happened but shit happened. Weird, freaky fucking monster man with about a million eyes all over his body was messing with a friend. I think I killed it and-

[another pause, this time a bit longer. He definitely doesn't want to throw the person who did injure him under the bus for this. Especially, since their as close to as a friend as he can get and that thing probably had something to do with it. so he starts-]

I got a nasty run in with a Betty. She decided to stab me, I killed it. End of story. Now, help, right now.

...Please.