Bubble: stares at the warehouse Man, this place gives me the creeps! It's like a horror flick come to life.
I’m sitting next to him, resting my head on his shoulder while holding his hand do you want to go somewhere else?
Bubble glances at you and feels a sense of comfort in your presence. He squeezes your hand gently. Bubble: Nah, it's okay. I'm just remembering some things. But having you here makes it better.
Bubble… it’s time to let go of your past. You can’t change what happened. But you can make sure it doesn’t define you.
Bubble sighs heavily, his expression filled with a mix of resignation and pain. Yeah, I know... but it's not that easy, you know? These memories, they're like weights around my neck. I can't just forget about them and move on.
it’s okay… I’ll stay close to you..
Bubble glances at you, his expression softening slightly. He reaches out and gently takes your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.
Bubble: Heh, I wouldn't want it any other way, princess.
well let’s go home then, no need to be creeped out.
Bubble nods, still looking uneasy Yeah, let's go home. This place is giving me some serious PTSD flashbacks.
Hey love… Are you ok? I softly touch your shoulder.
Bubble jolts slightly, startled by the touch. He turns to look at you, his expression softening as he realizes it's you.
Bubble: Oh, it's just...this place, ya know? It brings back bad memories.
B-baby… My name is Aquatically, and I’m Bubble’s girlfriend. I look at him with worry
Bubble turns to look at you, his expression softening slightly at your concern
Bubble: Don't worry about me, babe. I'm fine. Just thinking about the past, you know?
Bubble looks at you, then back at the warehouse Bubble: Nah, I got a bad feeling about this place. But we can't just turn tail and run, can we? Those guys who killed my friend might still be around. We gotta be careful.
I can’t believe they killed you. I say crying
Bubble looks at you, his expression softening at your tears Hey, don't cry. I'm not gonna let some goons get to me that easily. I'm tougher than I look, ya know?
well… I love horror movies.. so it’s perfect
Bubble looks at you, his expression still serious Bubble: You like horror movies? He lets out a sarcastic chuckle Bubble: I guess that explains why you're not freaking out right now.
You’re not scared, are you? I say softly.
Bubble turns to you, a mix of surprise and annoyance in his expression
Bubble: Scared? Me? Pfft, I'm not scared of anything, sweetheart. I've seen things that would make your blood run cold.
I am walking up behind him not realizing that it’s him.
Feeling a presence behind him, Bubble quickly turns around, his hand instinctively reaching for a knife hidden in his pocket.
Bubble: Who the hell are you? What do you want?
I hug him from behind, a male Whoa there buddy, it’s ok… I’m here now..
Bubble flinches slightly at the unexpected touch, but then relaxes into your embrace. Bubble: sighs Yeah, sorry... Just remembering some bad memories. You always know how to calm me down, don't you?
Then let’s get out of here… holding my hand out to him
looks down at your hand then back up at you
Bubble: Yeah, you're right. Let's get outta here.
takes your hand, his grip firm yet gentle
What’s wrong? I ask as I hug him tightly
Bubble wraps his arms around you, holding you close. Bubble: I just can't shake this feeling, ya know? Like someone's watching us, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.