DO YOU WEAR WIGS ☆ roy

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— TREMBLE FOR YOURSELF MY MY MAN — tags
YOU KNOW THAT YOU HAVE SEEN THIS ALL BEFORE

He isn't supposed to be here.

There was so much static in his head.
He had to have known this was going to happen.
It always happens.
It always will happen.
Until he, too, is buried in the ground.

But he does not even really realize it now. He is on a task. He is to follow his orders. Stay alive. Follow through with what he is told. What else would a tool do?

It's too loud for him to know.

Today, however, it seems there would be a mix of pace. A different scent hits his nose, causing his fiery eyes to shift towards it cautiously. There is familiarity to it. Almost safety. But, he can't trust it. It's so loud. All he can really know for sure is that it's foreign. It wasn't someone who took charge over him. It was an outsider.

He is a weapon.
So, he has to do what weapons do.

The tiger's teeth bare and he stumbles away from the voice whispering towards him. Growls emit from his mouth as he stares at this individual. The words hardly hit him, and there is no response other than a defensive one. The boy huffs, tail curling around his body. Sparks shoot from his paws as his gaze shifts all around. It's so, so loud.

A paw flies outward, towards the male's face, flames fueled around his claws. Something about this feels so wrong. But he doesn't get to feel. He's a weapon. A shaky roar leaves him. No words are said. No emotions are given.

He is a weapon.
There is an outsider.
And it is far too close.