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Anonymous Tue 02 Jul 2024 02:34:47 No.67058555 Report
Quoted By: >>67058669 >>67064454 >>67064538
>>67058424
Schizo x Anon where Schizo completely breaks character and starts losing it after realizing her hat has fallen off.
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Anonymous Tue 02 Jul 2024 09:01:15 No.67064538 Report
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>"You good, Schizo?" I look over to her, she's looking real stressed and...missing her hat?
>"Hey Anon how's it going my humie, how you doing?" Woah her speech is rushed and odd.
>"Uh, Schizo?"
>"Yeah something the matter? Something bugging you? HUH!?" she leans in to prod my chest with her puppet.
>She's... rough.
>"No, I was just checking you seem... off?"
>"Off how? Hmm? What's normal Schizo to you? HMM!?"
>I have to take a step back. I glance around to see if anyone is paying any attention to us in the hallway here. Not a soul.
>"Don't look away from me. Answer." She's beyond pushy.
>"Look, Schizo where's your-"
>"Hat?" Dunno. Why you so pushy about my hat?" This feels awful. I look down to see her eyes wild and twitchy. I remember a bit ago her mentioning it's a comfort thing. I... probably need to find her hat.
>I stammer out an excuse to get away "L-Look I need to get to class, sorry."
>"Yeah you will be. Later skinnie." she marches away from me. I check my phone, a few minutes before class. I quickly hoof it over to the activity room where the group hangs out any time they can get.
>I push in and give it a quick glance over. No dice. I decide that I can't just leave it like this and quickly open the cabinet where they keep the felts. I look around I think I see something, a horn.
>I reach in and pull and there she is, musta got tucked in when they were putting stuff up. She likes to air the thing out when she's nice and calm. I pocket it and decide to give it to her after school. I pause at this thought.
>I just saw how she was, how upset and accusatory. I really wanna make her suffer through the rest of the day like this? Where even is she?
>I suddenly know where she'll go if she's overwhelmed like this. No crowds, quiet and comfortable.
>I march straight up stairs and find that yup, she's tucked her backpack into the roof door up here to keep it open, thing can't be opened from the outside. Learned that one the hard way.
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Anonymous Tue 02 Jul 2024 09:09:01 No.67064604 Report
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>I push out and see her whip her head around, she's every more frazzled.
>"You FOLLOWED ME!? The FUCK is you-"
>She goes silent as I hold out her hat.
>"You...you found my hat. Give it."
>I step forward and hand it to her. She closes her eyes and leans back. Shoulders dropping and a sigh of relief.
>"I...sorry."
>"You already told me that you get like this when you're stressed. No big deal." I wave it off. Just glad to see she's alright.
>"No, that's not excuse. You didn't deserve that."
>I merely shrug. "Apology accepted, then."
>Schizo looks over at me, pain on her face.
>"Why do you put up with me?"
>"Put up- Schizo what?"
>She looks at me, strained.
>"I know how I am."
>I sigh "Look, we're friends. I have my own faults, reminder." I wag my finger at her
>She looks away.
>"Look, you forgive me when I'm a dumbass and I forgive you when you're a little mean cause you're stressed. Easy, yeah?" I'm no professional in navigating relationships but surely that will work.
>A solemn nod.
>I start to turn to leave, checking the door. "Hey we gotta get out of here unless we wanna be late. Come on."
>I look back to see Schizo slowly approach.
>"Can...you walk me to class, Anon?" I blink down at her as she joins me right next to the door.
>"Uhm...sure? Can I ask why?"
>Schizo pulls her hat down a bit, obscuring her eyes from me.
>"I'm less nervous when I'm around friends." Guess she's still not fully good from more than half a day without her hat.
>"Sure, no problem." she relaxes a bit, her grip on her hat not threatening to shred the thing.
>"I really owe you one."
>"Hey, what're friends for?"
>"Yeah...friends." she's a bit far away when she says that. I try not to think anything of it.


Fin

>>67058565
Next, on a roll.