(Tisha) One step, two steps, three---or was it four? It had always been difficult to count, to see, to think, to do anything, really, for all of us. I tried to keep myself focused doing what I had always done---cleaning---in order to avoid facing this reality that I can't help myself. Unfortunately, it felt as though this was a nightmare. Nothing was clean. Ichor was everywhere; no matter how hard I tried to rid every corner and (usually damaged) decoration of this disgusting black substance, it always came back when I turned away to start somewhere else. I believe I was on Sprout's floor, walking towards the back area where the broken elevator was, across from the outside. I wasn't surprised when I saw an Ichor puddle, and got down on my knees to begin cleaning it with my feather duster. - Then I noticed what I saw in the reflection. That was me, and I was entirely covered in this Ichor, it even took the form of tears in my eyes. It stained my tissues and the blue box I had for a head no longer seemed bright like it was before when no Toon had been hurt. I couldn't help but be frustrated in this situation, even if I had also been terrified of what I saw in the mess. So I lifted my feather duster up to my height and tried to clean it away desperately. It hurt, but I didn't know what else to do. "Aaand... there!" I cheered, tilting my head to the side and smiling. It took me a moment before I realized I could talk, and I couldn't feel a burning in my eyes anymore. My thoughts were clearer as well. I kind of jumped back, surprised. I could remember what happened. Why I had been like that in the first place. Yet, I had gotten rid of the Ichor! If I did the same to others, could I help them too? I brushed off my blue dress and stood up holding my feather duster at my side. There /was/ hope!
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