Decided to celebrate the completion of the (sketch stage) presently patreon-exclusive comic “Friends Like These” i’ve been writing about Timothy and Donnie for about three months now with an absolutely Miserable comic. You have NO IDEA how much grief the future timeline gives me, i had to map it out on my kitchen wall in order to make sense of it
This obviously takes place before he gets all his mods
“I’m fine,” whumpee mutters to themself as they wash their face with cold water. They know they aren't, but maybe if they repeat it often enough, they are able to convince themself. Whumpee's hands shake, when they pick up the towel to dry their face.
“I’m fine,” they repeat after caretaker asks them for the third time if everything is alright. The other won't stop with their questions, whumpee knowing fully well that they can't keep up the image much longer, the mask already crumbling.
“I’m fine,” whumpee grunts as they get up from the floor after their knees went weak and sent them straight to the ground. Their hands are shaky, skin cold and sweaty. But they are just exhausted, just tired, nothing more.
When whumpee finally arrives home, they collapse onto the couch, pain and dizziness too much to bear. They curl into a ball and close their eyes. They are not fine. But they try to be.
Does anyone know any possible causes of this? My hands are stable usually, and then sometimes very shaky. This has been going on for a while and been getting worse lately.
During this the rest of my body also is quite shaky, but my hands especially.
I hate how so many people I know think it’s weird that I use a scale to help me cook and bake. It helps me use the exact amount of ingredients and helps me decrease a lot of mess caused by my shaky hands. I wish people would stop telling me how to do those things just because they think I could do it way faster.
Whumpee feels their eye-lids close like they are pulled down by an invisible force. They are sweaty and feel cold at the same time, goosebumps tickling on their skin, almost hurtful. But they have to pull through, the others depend on them.
As they gather the last bit of strength that is left in their body, whumpee walks into the kitchen to get themselves some caffeine, something to keep them awake. Their task is more important than their health, it's as easy as that.
Their head feels like swimming when they walk back to their desk, cup in hand, slightly shaking. Exhaustion doesn't even describe it, but they have no other choice. Which doesn't help with concentrating on their task, as they realise.
Whumpee flinches when caretaker waves a hand in front of their face, hands shaking in the sheer exhaustion caused by this sudden spike of panic. They feel their energy leave their body and whumpee blinks up at caretaker, who talks to them.
But whumpee doesn't even hear a single thing as they fight the pain in the chest becoming worse. As they fight their eye-lids that probably weigh a ton right now. Or the ringing noise in their ears that just won't go away ...
This day's theme was perfect for gifs from Devil in the Slot. Especially because Jim tried to get a grip of his fears by himself, not knowing he needed that pep talk from Greg to get him going.