manic panic

Freedom was something he would never fully understand. Yes, the mean lady was dead. Yes, he had killed her. Manic was safe now, he was safe now Manic had even said once. But would they ever truly be safe?

Monstera woke to the sounds of stillness and silence, acidic green eyes blinking awake until the world around him focused. He expected to see Manic somewhere, though as he raised his head and began to look around... he was no where to be seen. As the realization was starting to trickle in, he wasn't sure if his heart was pounding or seizing up but whatever it was doing, it hurt.

Panic washed over him and quickly pulled himself up. To give him the benefit of the doubt, he searched around the various ponds but as it was becoming increasingly obvious that he wasn't here, he began to whine. It was soft at first, but as he minutes passed it picked up. Where would he have gone? Why did he leave? Certainly he had a good reason, but until he knew that reason, he only felt abandoned by his friend.

"Speech!"