Not Good Enough [..?]

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He tried to be social today.
He wondered how the creatures of the forest saw him.
Probably as a deer.
They were simple like that.

So he shambled his way from the ruins and sat down by the first deer he had set eyes on.
He did nothing.
He said nothing.
They ran.
Figures he'd find a 'clicky' timid deer.

He was being followed by another one now.
Not the fatass muse.
No.
Another one like him.
A Female.
The others saw her as a deer also.

"This spot is pretty" She remarked as she stood by his side.

He just silently extended one hand into the gaping wound on the side of his head and drew forth the blood to paint across the flowers.

"Is a nice spot for me now. They won't share. Because I'm *scary* do i look scary? I'm not scary. I could be scary. I should be scary. I've chased the idiots before. Not their fault they were made socially handicapped. We just have to deal with it. "

The female studied him for some time. No. He looked..unsettled but still somewhat like himself.
"Are you feeling okay? You've seen distant lately."

"Havn't had anything on my mind."

"How did you hurt your head?"

"Fell down the stairs."

"...are you lying to me?"

"I lie about everything."

He laid back in the flowers and tried to ignore the throbbing pain. She was the closest thing to familiar company he had for some time. He hadn't seen another like him in the forest for some time. Maybe he couldn't recognize them. Maybe he was just as fucked up and they looked like deer to him. Fucking mad. Fucking headache.
Stupidity.

"What not good enough for you bastards?!"
The female gave him a startled look.
"You're really starting to scare me! What are you talking about?"
"Everything. Fucking...I don't even...whatever."

She continued to stand silently as he sprawled out in the grass painting the small purple flowers red.
He preferred them that way.