Michael But In Pizza Sim. Outfit

michael but in pizza sim. outfit🤔

I come from a long line of people with something wrong with them

the lobotomy was a failure. tgey trued to scoop that thang out and it bit them cause it lovesme too much to leave

I drew this a month ago and forgot about it until now.

catharsis of punishment this catharsis of forgiveness that. what about the catharsis of it finally being acknowledged that it wasn't your fault. the catharsis of being relieved of the burden of guilt that never should have been yours to carry.

HE’D NEVER HAD THE LUXURY OF HATRED, ESPECIALLY NOT WHEN IT CAME TO HIS PARENTS. Michael can’t even hate his father despite the pain electrifying his every nerve and the knowledge of what he’d done to him. Old enough to remember her leaving, unmoved by his father’s lies to others after she’d left — never pushed to hatred for her despite wondering what his life might have been like if he’d chosen to go with her. His refusal had been simple. Not wanting to abandon the only parent who approved of his guilt over Evan, not daring to follow the parent who promised him he wasn’t a murderer. Growing up at his father’s side and thinking late at night: where is she ? Would life be better with her ?

Now he’s still not sure, but what he does know is that he would not look like this if he’d left with her. Swaying on feet that he’s unsure even belong to him anymore, or the machine that had taken his body as its own, Michael stretches his mouth in the facsimile of a smile. It feels false, but the soft look in his eyes is not. “ I should’a visited sooner, ” he tells her, and startles at the sound of his own voice: it sounds like him, quiet and accented slightly more like his father perhaps, but his own mind refuses to recognise it, “ I’m sorry. ”

Try as he might, the apology wobbles. He ducks his head, refusing to cry in front of anyone in front of her, specifically. Might not even be human enough to do so. How does he ask for comfort from a woman he realizes, belatedly, he doesn’t truly know since she left ? “ Can I — Can I come inside ? ” Michael chooses to say instead, avoiding her eyes. “ It’s real cold out here. ” He’d walked all the way here based on a simple memory of an address. Desperate to see his mother again, though uncertain if his rash action is one to regret yet or not.

@bitterborne   \   michael   :   “ i bet you weren’t expecting me , were you ? ” [ post-scooping :’) ]

𝐀   𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄   𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓   𝐖𝐀𝐒   𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄   𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓   with   all   the   prospects   of   growing   old   to   watch   her   children   give   her   grandchildren   ,    so   on    &*    so   forth   ,    ripped   away   from   her   violently   with   her   husband's   misdoings   .    being   as   awful   as   a   man   as   he   had   become   making   the   matriarch   grow   resentful   of   him   ,    horrified   he   was   her   husband   .    still   adoring   her   children   with   every   fibre   of   her   being   but   leaving   their   lives   to   protect   hers   .    a   mind   filled   to   the   brim   with   dark   thoughts   encircling   all   around   her   own   end    &*    demise   is   not   what   they   needed   in   a   mother   .    running   fast    &*    running   far   from   her   husband   all   in   the   name   of   self   preservation   .    an   incredibly   selfish   act   for   a   mother   .    though   the   day   she   lost   her   youngest   son   ,    she   was   no   longer   the   same   rosa   who   had   birthed   any   of   them   or   even   married   william   afton   .

wanting   them   all   in   her   lives    &*    even   offering   her   eldest   boy   the   choice   of   coming   with   her   ,    though   his   denial   was   one   that   she   respected   .    lost   contact   of   course   after   years   became   long   .    skin   remaining   taut    &*    eyes   while   dulling   still   vibrant   with   life   .    the   same   could   not   be   said   for   michael   .    for   a   moment   she   is   horrified   .    for   this   did   not   look   like   her   boy   .    how   flesh   looked   as   though   it   were   rotting    &*    becoming   more   pale   by   the   day   but   she   knew   michael   .    she   would   always   know   him   .    mouth   coming   to   open    &*    close   ,    shake   of   her   head   briefly   .     “   what   happened   to   him   ”     coming   to   cross   her   mind   though   that   would   be   answered   in   due   time   .    of   course   there   is   still   shock   in   her   gaze   as   mouth   remains   agape   for   the   moment   before   reminding   herself   to   close   it    &*    head   comes   to   shake   .     ‘   of   course   not   ,    but   i   can't   say   i   didn't   miss   you   ,    papa   .   ’     pet   names   for   her   children   rolling   off   her   tongue   with   ease   .    for   if   he   hated   her   ,    he   hasn't   told   her   outright   yet   .    expecting   it   if   she   were   frank   .