APATHY IS A TRADGEDY AND BOREDOM IS A CRIME // Hallucination

[CORRUPTTIMELINES]

Corrupttimelines was no stranger to hallucinations. In his deeper purges of alcoholism, he had fallen into the clutches of one too many drinks far too many times. He would drink until he couldn’t see straight, and when the realization slammed him, he would drink more. All of this was to forget, but what was there left to forget? All Corrupttimelines had concrete in his life was his name and his son. That was all that was tangible, permanent.

Tonight, the domestic feline was deep within the recesses of the swamp when he heard desperate cries and pleas. Thudding pawsteps resounded, and for a moment he thought someone had gotten into a spat with a clanmate. Deciding it was best to check and be sure, the feline made his way over and peered his head around, only to be met with Sethiram choked up resisting sobs.

In truth, he was unsure how to react. Yet, he needed to do something. He moved closer cautiously, just before attempting to place a paw on the former’s side in comfort.

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