#away exposing raw nerves to the relentless squeeze of an unseen force a malevolent hand he was all too familiar with wringing out every

[fangomango]

There's always the like...3 sentences in what you're writing that are so good, top tier shit...and the rest is just... there

[fangomango]

its a WIP and not that good and i haventg written fanfiction since 8th grade so...be nice :3

To say Floyd had seen better days was an understatement, he was beaten, bloodied, and bruised. He had hugged death for a second, but with the love of his brothers, he released his grip and came back. But that didn't make him all okay, enduring actual death and over two months of torture, though the exact duration of his separation from the world was unknown to him, which was a revelation reserved for a later date. Right now everyone’s priority was making sure Floyd was ok and safe.

And to be sure of that they put a deeply traumatized and injured man in a van for (blah) days.(this line is temporary, i just needed to put something there) Everyone was worried about Floyd, despite not dying he was still unconscious for a while. Only waking up when his dreams got too vivid for him. it was a sensation that transcended the physical realm and delved into the very core of his existence. It was as if his skin had been peeled away, exposing raw nerves to the relentless squeeze of an unseen force, a malevolent hand he was all too familiar with wringing out every ounce of vitality. Floyd remembered it all too well and it pained his brothers to see it.After nearly two decades of separation, they finally reunited with him, only to find him as a mere semblance of his former self.