Pikachu-Ferbacorn

There once was a girl who could not describe the emotion she always felt. This constant nauseating grip on her heart; it spread like a sickness throughout her body until she could only hear the blood pumping in her neck and until her body moved on its own. She called this disease a demon; this demon ran in her veins and fed off her weaknesses. It can’t be stopped, terminal, it burns in her mind until it consumes her whole. Until she can no longer restrain what she does or says. And so the collateral damage of her losing war piles up; the excoriating burns on her once loved one, the spider-webbed design on her Nexus, the scars on her thi