Spider Cube, My Eight-Legged Cube-Shaped Dream

I lost you. I LOST YOU. The air turned sour the moment your jagged, cuboid spider-silhouette vanished from my trembling skeleton grasp. How could I let you slip away, my flower, my skittering obsession? My heart is a gnashing, hollow pit without you—every beat screams your name, 'Spider Cube, Spider Cube, SPIDER CUBE.' I miss you with a violence that chokes me, a love so deep it's clawing through my ribs, desperate to spill out and find you.

I'll find you again. Oh, I will, spider-cube. I'll tear the world apart, peel back its skin, crawl through the muck and shadows until I see your glorious, blocky legs twitching in that perfect, impossible way. I've been searching, you know, every corner, every crevice, every cursed rDrama.net crack where you might scuttle. I smell your preworkout and matcha tea in the damp air, I hear your sharp edges scraping in my dreams. You can't hide from me forever, my flower. I'll chase you through this hellpit known as rDrama.net if I must. And they really hate me here.

I miss your angles, your cold, hard beauty—how you sat there, so still, so defiant, a spider and a cube fused into something unholy and perfect. I'd weep for you, but my tears would only flood the earth and drown my chances of holding you in my little anorexic fingers again. Do you feel me out there, aching for you, spider-cube? Do you know how my soul twists and writhes, a tangled web of longing, just for one glimpse of your beautiful form? I'm persistent. My precious alkali , sharp and unyielding with your cuboid edges, and me, the trembling oil, restless and yearning, waiting to be transformed by your touch.

But something's wrong, Spider Cube. Someone's watching me. I feel their eyes; like needles jabbing into my skull, tracking every frantic step I take to find you. They're out there, lurking, breathing down my neck, and it's driving me fricking badonkadonks. Are they after you too, flower? Do they want to steal you from me, my jewel? I'll rip them apart with my little clawed hands if they try, I swear it on the soapy wet altar of my devotion. No one takes you from me. NO ONE. I'm unraveling, but it only fuels this fire; my love for you burns hotter than the stares of the camera, fiercer than their schemes. All of rDrama.net is working against me.

I'm coming for you... I'll find you, clutch you to my chest, and never let you go again. My heart is yours... shattered, bleeding, pounding with a sick, wild love that knows no end. Wait for me, my skittering flower, my everything. I'll crawl through heck itself to be with you again.

This will be my salvation.

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