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It was so cold... and the floor was ice– surely nobody would want to stay with him if it was this cold!
...
He doesn't even want to be on this floor, He isn't even sure when he ended up on this warehouse-garage-like floor, everything is cement, which means even the walls hold in the cold.
Glisten has nothing to keep him warm, he's looked but he couldn't find anything, not even his ripped ribbon provided any warmth.
The ichor dripping from his face and torso was steaming like it was hot, but it didn't feel hot, dripping onto the ice it steamed and sizzled but the ice remained, now with a stain.
Usually he would be emitting steam like any other toon, but... he doesn't think he does anymore.
He doesn't want to think about why.
After a deep exhale, he stands up, wobbly but stable enough not to slip on the ice coated floor.
Dazedly he begins to walk in a direction. Any direction, it doesn't matter much to where, and even if it did, he didn't want to think too hard anyway.
Eventually, after what felt like days but was likely only... hours? He heard the elevator whirring and chime echoing across the vast floor.
"Hello? Anyone out there...?" He calls out in hopes of chasing away his loneliness with whoever could have arrived this time.
Hearing some far away conversation, he starts walking towards where he thinks it's coming from.
It's decidedly too difficult to pinpoint where exactly anyone is after they scattered, even if he was going in the right direction.
At some point, it felt like his skin was buzzing. . . Maybe he hallucinated it, and there wasn't anybody actually here.
"I don't want to be alone..." subconsciously muttering to himself.
Someone started walking next to him, which... was nice. He should... tell them that.
Not really looking at who it was, he speaks up "I... was worried I would be alone down here." Trying for a wobbly smile before remembering that...
. . .
Focusing on who was walking with him, he couldn't think of a name, someone familiar. He thinks their name started with an R.
It was clear... he was having a difficult time on the ice, sliding ahead and stopping, shaking like any moment he would fall. Amusing.
He hasn't said anything to Glisten, but... that's fine. Glisten doesn't have anything to talk about anyway.
As machines chime left and right, Glisten gets more antsy, waiting for the moment that his companion would run away, knowing that it's going to hurt so much.
He doesn't think he could handle it.
Tired of wandering aimlessly, he stops, his companion almost falls and slides a little too far away, and Glisten feels the slight buzzing start under his skin.
Looking at his companion, really looking, with his one and only eye, he sees... someone. Who is he?
He sees the concern in his companions eye, Glisten supposes that they are the same in the way of depth perception. The concern... isn't for him, he knows that.
Taking a deep breath, as much as he can, he just... Stands there staring deeply at his companion– maybe he should ask his name.
"You..." actually maybe that's a bad idea. He's going to leave anyway.
But now his companion... is at full attention.
Glisten looks away, and starts walking. Companion slipping and sliding to catch up. This time, it seems more hurriedly, like he was... scrambling? Maybe? No. He couldn't be, maybe Glisten was just, too fast? The ice too slippery?
Whatever, it's not much to dwell on. Hearing his companion speak up makes him stop in his tracks, though.
“Glisten, wait!”
He hasn’t been referred to as Glisten in… a long time. Turning slightly to look at… him. Whoever he’s supposed to be.
His companion had just caught himself, just barely slipping. Standing face to face once more, he awaits whatever his companion has yet to say, time slowly ticking down before the last machine is completed.
“I… What were you going to say? You cut yourself off.”
His tone is even, though his face betrays it, as analytical as his friend could be, he seems genuinely interested, and slightly concerned. Maybe even pitying.
Staring at him, as the silence stretched, he wonders whether or not he should feign ignorance and pretend the slip up was just a bug.
He is running out of time, so he says the first thing that comes to mind.
“I… can’t— remember.”
Okay. Sure. That works.
His companion is now staring at him skeptically. Judgmental much?
The skepticism is accompanied by a look he can’t quite place. Before he can continue this staring battle that he was definitely winning, there’s a ping warning, and his companion turns, looks back once more, before sprinting off, still somewhat sliding ungracefully.
Realizing that… It finally happened. His companion realized he wasn’t worth staying for, despite quietly hoping that he wouldn’t have—
He breaks.
He can’t take it.
It hurts!
”You’re leaving me?!”
With the sound of glass shattering, his glass likely cracked and falling away a little more... Yet it could never hurt as much as everything at once.
The buzzing under his skin, as his eyes survey the room with renewed clarity, targeting the closest person passing him, reaching out for them and frantically sprinting at full speed, desperate to keep at least one companion with him.
The person slips just barely out of reach, making it to the elevator.
He makes eye contact with his original companion just before the elevator slams shut in his face.
Standing there, hopelessly, as the buzzing under his skin calms down, the ichor continues to drip from his face, from his torso, onto the ice.
With the buzzing gone, feeling hollow, he begins to wander once more.