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The hallway is long and the colors hurt you.
That’s strange because colors are not supposed to hurt but these ones do and that’s not nice.
The colors on you hurt you too. The hues in your skin burn.
Your feet ache because you have been walking. That’s not nice either.
You haven’t walked at all though, and you step forward and peer at yourself in a mirror.
That’s right. You aren’t as vibrant as your surroundings as he is.
The carpet is dark and soft as you fall to your knees.
You can feel the spirals searing into your skin as he looms behind you. Its hands are sharp and long and perfectly normal.
You are not perfect and you can see that. He is though.
It is pretty and colorful. And his colors hurt you but it’s nice now. A nice hurt.
Its fingers dig into the meat and tendons in your shoulders and they tear but you could not begin to care.
Warm is down your shoulders and your chest and you know it is your own blood.
He likes that. The colors here belong to It and the red is quite pretty on you. He says so.
You smile at yourself in the mirror and you giggle a little bit because you agree, the red does look good.
He plants a kiss on your forehead and his lips are sharp but he smiles and laughs.
His laugh winds around your head and it hurts but it hurts good and its laugh fizzles out into a giggle and it rings in your ears and that’s ok.
Your head hurts. His golden ringlets fall across your shoulders and he rests his head on you.
You kiss him and you smile. Its lips are soft and so are yours.
You’re quite happy here.