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Mime was alone and bored waiting for the sinner to start a new run, they had nothing to do. Then they felt it, this all too familiar feeling that they experienced over and over again.
Mime was the sin of self pleasure, it was normal for them to feel this way, they should feel this way. So why did they feel so disgusted? At first the urges werent too bad and actually nice but as time went on they started hating them. They didnt care if they were supposed to feel this way, they still hated it. Why did they have to be this way?
No matter how often they took care of it, the urges always came back faster and stronger.
They always tried to get the sinner to give into his urges, just so that they wouldnt be the only disgusting one, just so that somebody would understand them for once.
They felt like they were gonna throw up, it was all too much. They started punching themself, something they did a lot of times out of frustration. They were so fucking patethic they wanted to cry. Mime couldnt stop the emotions coming all at once. They had trouble breathing and felt like they were about to pass out. Then all of a sudden they heard a voice calling out to them
"Mime..?" Fuck. Mime was so fucked. Nobody was supposed to see them like this. They looked up just to see... Sinner!?
"W-what the hell are you doing here?" they asked, their voice sounding more stressed than they wanted it to be
"Calm down now will you? I have no idea how i got here. Dont even try to change the topic though, why were you punching yourself and looking like somebody just killed your family?"
Mime didnt know what to do. Everything started becoming blurry while they were stuck in a circle of thoughts. This was never meant to happen.. fuck fuck fuck.
Suddenly they felt a hand touching them. They flinched away, face red like a tomato. "Please.. you cant touch me.. not right now."
"Shh its alright, dont worry" Mime heard those words and something in their brain just clicked. They started sobbing in Sinners arms while they rambled about how disgusting they felt. They talked about it all and for once they just felt free.
Sinners body felt so nice and warm but in a way that didnt make them feel these urges again. It just was comforting. Sinner didnt say anything and just held them close until he could feel mime falling asleep.
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When they woke up the shame they felt was worse than anything ever before. How could they let that happen? Why did they let that happen? They felt like they could never look sinner into the eyes again.
Once again they started spiraling into thoughts.. Sinner probably thought that they were weak and disgusting for what they did.
Why did mime always have to mess everything up? It wasnt fair. They wanted to be as geat and pridefull as dozer so why, why did they have to be this.
"Mime? You are nervous again."
Just then did Mime realise that they were still laying in sinners arms. great....
"Why are you still here?" They asked, trying to sound as mean as possible.
"Well, you were sleeping so i didnt want to wake you up and its not like i have anything else to do"
Mime sighed as they thought that maybe things werent as bad as they seemed, that maybe they could let this happen. They sank back into sinners arms feeling fuzzy and warm until sleep took them once again but this time they knew: everything was gonna be okay