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“I HATE ELEVATORS!” shrimpo yelled from his place in the corner of the dirty elevator
“we know shrimpo, we know” glisten replied, rolling his eyes “i don’t blame you though, this elevator is almost as ugly as you” he smugly said
“NO YOU’RE UGLY!!” shrimpo yelled back, jumping up and down in his childish like rage
“you know i’m a mirror right?” glisten quipped back
the arguing continued but boxten blocked it out, fading into the background to be replaced by anxious thoughts about what could lay on the floor ahead
after thoroughly pissing off (and brutally insulting) shrimpo, glisten turned his attention to boxten, who had begun to hyperventilate
“hey, hey, boxy calm down everything’s ok” he grabbed boxten’s hand and lightly stroked it with his thumb
boxten snapped out of his panicked state as quickly as it had begun “y-yeah, you’re right… thanks”
“any time boxy, i know how runs freak you out sometimes…” glisten softly replied, still gently rubbing his thumb back and forth across boxten’s hand
“I HATE GAY PE-“ shrimpo yelled before sprout interrupted “HEY NOW shrimpo calm down”
“i don’t think you have room to talk shrimpy” glisten fired back
and there goes the arguing again
thankfully this time it was stopped by sprout keeping everyone calm and the arrival of the elevator on floor 7
everyone quickly ran out to start extracting ichor from the 5 machines, besides goob who began distracting the twisted tisha and poppy
just as boxten was finishing off the 3rd machine (rodger and cosmo got the other two) he heard a yell from a familiar voice
‘glisten!’ he thought to himself as he began sprinting towards the sound
he turned a corner to see goob desperately trying to lead twisted flutter away from..
from…
oh god-
“GLISTEN!” boxten shouted using the last of his stamina to get to where glisten was kneeling on the ground, facing away from boxten
“hey, glisten are you-?” boxten tried to reach out only for glisten to flinch away “b-boxy… is that y-you?”
“yes, i’m here are you ok?” boxten asked, trying to remain calm on the outside but panicking inside
“i… i don’t know… i was walking by when flutter….. and i tried to get away… but you know how fast they are and i…” glisten stuttered his way through an explanation before going silent
“can you turn around so i can see you?” boxten nervously asked, reaching to touch glisten’s shoulder
“b-but what if i’m ugly?” glisten shuddered
“that doesn’t matter, and besides you’re always beautiful to me” boxten softly smiled
“o-ok” glisten slowly turned around to face him and
oh
oh god
his right eye was bloodshot and his left.. well, his left eye didn’t exist anymore considering the large crack going across half of his face
in his hands he held a small piece of what once was his beautiful pink bow
boxten looked in horror at what had become of the mirror he called his lover
“boxy?” glisten asked worriedly “is- is it that bad?”
boxten quickly shook himself out of it and tried to reassure “no, no you’re fine… everything’s fine”
whether he said that more to convince glisten or himself is up for debate
“p-please don’t leave” glisten almost whispered “i don’t wanna be alone…”
boxten immediately pulled him into a tight embrace “i’m not going anywhere”
glisten clung back desperately and buried his face (or what was left of it) into the crook of boxten’s neck
it was at this moment that the last machine was finished and the elevator opened up for everyone to get out and get onto the next floor
it was also at this moment that glisten snapped his head up to look at the box he was embracing and started to plead
“please don’t go…”
boxten slowly tried to get up “come on glisten the elevator is gonna close we gotta go!”
“no no i can’t come with you, just look at me!” glisten began to sound more desperate “just stay here with me.. please?!”
boxten began to back away towards the elevator and the shouts of his friends telling him to hurry
glisten looked at him in pure terror before running at him “DON’T LEAVE ME!!!”
but it was too late
boxten tried to reach back one more time but goob had pulled him into the elevator before he had the chance
he started at the closed doors of the dirty elevator
the dirty elevator glisten and shrimpo were arguing about not 10 minutes earlier
the dirty elevator where glisten held his hand and soothed his anxiety like he always did
the dirty elevator where..
where glisten wasn’t
boxten fell to the floor and started to sob