One Little Crack
In your box, it was safe. It was small, kind of suffocating at times, but it was safe. No-one was in here, you never let them. Inside your box, you listened to your music, heartbeat pounding to the base, fists balled and eyes shut, your head filled with the notes, your heart racing desperately with the soul of the songs that filled your ears. Your box was your sanctuary, your home, your secret comfort zone where no-one was allowed in. It was your stronghold.
And yet, the longer you stayed here at Lobaf, the weaker your box felt. One day you felt it crack, jagged shapes scarring the sides of your last safe place. You were scared, suddenly, of these people, these nutjobs and freaks, terrified of the fact that they were opening your box, they were getting inside. You requested your headphones, and shut your eyes, willing away the weak spots in your box, all too fearful of life outside, letting anyone else in. You scrunched up small in it, and let yourself fade away inside your head, ignoring how your safe little box was falling apart around you and there was nothing to do to stop it.
Brainbent Vantas; I love this AU, and I’ve been meaning to contribute for ages. There are times when I can really relate to Karkat and Eridan, and the whole AU is handled really well.