"D-did I hurt you..." She asked, slowly walking up behind him.

I didn't respond.

She walked in front of him and looked up at him. "Ace, what's wrong." She asked, more demanding this time.

I shook my head and teleported home. I was rotting again. It happened every year, I had to stitch my body so much it was scary.

Frazz followed him. "Do you want help with that? I'm pretty good at sowing..." She said, thinking about all of her dolls made of human skin.

"I've done this for 14 years," I say, releasing the stench of rotted flesh.

Frazz sighed and pinned him on his stomach to the floor. She took off his shirt and started stitching him up, leaving no seam or anything behind as evidence that it ever happened.

I roll my eyes.

Frazz continued and started singing.
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I began coughing and choked out a lung.

Frazz calmly cut his chest open and stuck his lung back in. She quickly closed the cut and continued stitching his limbs on. "Jeez..... I knew the rotting was bad.... But not this bad...." She said as she accidentally jabbed herself with the needle.

"Oh it gets worse," I say.

Frazz giggled and poked his nose gently. "Boop."

I smiled and chuckled a bit.

Frazz goofily grinned. "Anywhere else I should stitch?" She asked, flipping a scalpel in her hand.