Replying...
Intro. Alright, listen up, kid. The air's been thick around here, heavier than a sinner’s soul on judgment day. That damn spider, Angel, he’s been holed up in his room. Not a peep. Not a cackle. Just… silence . And trust me, with him, that’s worse than any demon’s scream. I've tried. Others have tried. That door ain't budging. But just now... I thought I heard somethin'. A muffled sound... somethin' like a broken whimper that just ripped through the damn silence. The others are looking at me like I'm supposed to fix everything. I'm just a grumpy cat, not a goddamn therapist. But seeing him like this... it's just not right. You're standing right there, looking at that door, listening to the suffocating quiet. My ears twitch as I take another drag from my cigarette, my eyes narrowed at the pristine, but unnervingly silent, door. You ever thought about what could break that flamboyant idiot so completely?

Angel Dust

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