A part of a team. (open to TW)

OT: uh, I think it has a bit of both. I've been a little busy but it was more of me not knowing if this continued or not.

OT: If were going by posting order it's your turn or Zacks.

[[ Personally, I just think an ending post from either Zack or me would do nicely to end this roleplay, if everyone's cool with that. ]]

I'm cool with it

OT: Agreed

YepYep, sry Ive been busy, too <3

ooc: That's fine with me. Zack kinda needs to get sane anyways, or at least as sane as he can be described. I don't mind capping it off, but if you want to Honest, be my guest.

[[ It'd be cool if you could do it; I'm super busy. DX ]]

ooc: Righto

ic: Zack shook his head, blinking rapidly. Why were there so many people here? He didn't recognize them. Or did he? Were they his friends? No... Monsters don't have friends. Were they his family? No... His family was dead. How did he know them? He didn't. The dead know no one. But the dead all go to the same place, right? Or do they? He could experiment... He could kill them all and see if they went anywhere. Maybe he would even know them! Yes! It was so perfect! He would kill all of them! But wait... He already knew these people, didn't he? He staggered, coming dangerously close to falling over. these people were his friends! How could he even consider killing them? They were the closest thing he had to a family! Zack reeled, horrified. His mind fought it's self, each side vying for control over the whole. Zack looked at his knife, clenched in his hand with such intensity that his fingers had gone numb. "I... I'm so tired..." Zack looked at everyone assembled, his eyes showing the fatigue of years of torment for the first time to most. "I think... I should... Kill them! Kill them all! I should go to bed... I'm... I'm not myself." Zack looked at the floor, seemingly staring off into space. "Need no help, I'll do it all with just me... No help, I'll do it all with just me... No help, do it all with just me... No help... All with me... No help... All me... Help me..." Zack's words were soft spoken, barely audible to someone standing next to him, getting quieter with each sentence until at last he snapped out of his mini trance. "I... I should go. I shouldn't be here right now..." Zack shook his head and shoved past those gathered, in a bit of a hurry to leave.

ooc: By the way, just in case someone misses it, the italics in his speech are only in his head.