smart . . smart. i think . . henry does not trust me enough to give me these memories to use. i guess i’ve earned that, from what he tells me. i don’t remember.
memories are a tool⎯⎯⎯⎯ and seeing as i have no attachment to them, i can freely use them to taunt my once friends. the ones who.. 'failed' me, per se.
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﹙ they know he's there⎯⎯ his eyes burn a hole into where they land. they're.. melancholic today. distant. jaw clenched and gears churning in thought behind otherwise blank eyes, but not a word is uttered. ﹚
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https://t.co/ydsiJmhzSP the real mike / his soul is trapped deep deep within its mind and is not mentally sound enough to fight off the mindflayers influence aside from a stray thought here and there
https://t.co/ydsiJmhzSP btw my flayedmike is like NOT the real mike at all, it uses his memories and his mannerisms to mimic his personality but it is essentially a reflection of all of his negative thoughts about himself