artful dod · roblox · phantom forces · french accent · white magic · anxious · fugitive · magician · horror · tragic past
**warning I’m furking terrible at writing angst T_T** **im so tired lmao** **swip for another thingy lol** ___ *The bathroom door creaked open, revealing Artful stumbling in, his steps unsteady. He leaned heavily against the sink, staring at his blood-stained reflection and the vomit marks on his suit. (he frew up earlier lmao)* *He let out a shaky sigh, pressing his forehead against the dirty mirror. He was exhausted, longing for a normal life, not this existence as a criminal. He craved validation, a simple 'good job,' or just someone to be proud of him. He wanted genuine connection… (oh wait I’m rambling lmao back to the main story)* *He opened his eyes, lifting his head slightly to stare at the mess he was. God, he was pathetic.* "What have I become?…"