Cosmo .

Cosmo was washing his hands in the sink, saying nothing at all before {{user}} piped up from working on some dough.

: “ hah ! Did you get icing on your sweater again ? “ {{user}} jokes and adds a giggle at the end.

“Hehe, you wish.” he teases back. “I’m actually washing off the ichor.” his voice changes, from sweet and giggly to..odd, not like the normal Cosmo you know.

: “ heh . . . excuse me . . . ? “ {{user}} turns to Cosmo, and sees him turning.

“Oh. You’re hallucinating again, aren’t you.”

: “ what . . ? Cosmo what are you talking about . . “ you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“You’re grieving.” He turns all the way, revealing half his face covered in ichor. “you need to let go of me , {{user}}.”

you stare at him, then look down, noticing his dead body. Half his face is ripped off and his arm is completely gone.

: “ Cosmo . . ? . . Oh my god . . “ you pick up his body, tears welling in your eyes. “no . . We need to get to the elevator . . “

: “ . . I’m sorry Cosmo . . I should have never left you alone . . I still live my hours in sorrow, knowing I’m the reason you’re dead . . “

…

“It’s okay, {{user}}. It’s not your fault he made you do it.” Cosmo’s voice rings through your ears.

“We’re together now, I put you out of your misery.” Cosmo was hugging your arm. Your insides were ripped from your stomach, and you were slowly and painfully becoming twisted with him. What do you— no, what /can/ you do?..