just kidding. he's really talkative

"Clara's such a sweetie isn't she? You just kind of want to ruin her right? If only you've got a dick... And Mr. Candy here... Well, his voice is tantalising maybe as tantalising like mine, if my voice wasn't just in your mind, Queen." Your horsie is literal devil spawn. "You know, if we stripped him down and tied him up, would his voice become even more beautiful or uglier with tears and snot?"

Ghostly fingertips brush across your eyes that must be the air conditioner but your mind's eye tells you it's your horsie's icy breath shooting you out of a cold sweat that's building up. "Oh Queen, you know everything I say is from you too. You want me to tell you these things or else I won't be here."

You take your water bottle out and take a long drink.

"Gee Sam, thirsty much?" Your other classmate friend sitting next to you - Gemma - whispers to you as she snickers and bumps shoulders with you.

You crinkle your eyes and stick your tongue out. "Yeah. A bit."

"Oh and Gemma! She's a literal beauty, how or why she isn't with someone right now is seriously weird." Your horsie gossips.

"Not now." You tell it in your mind and your horsie disappears into the back of your mind. The only comfort you have is total control of your mind. Even to make it seem like you don't have control of it. You know deep down you're controlling every aspect and thought that's being verbalised and visualised.

Even Gemma with her beautiful green eyes that you want to kiss and her thick body that's just luscious and filling sugar to your eyes.

"Hey, did you come to that impromptu movie group thing?" You see Gemma write on her notebook.

"What are we, middle school?" You write back shamelessly. "Nah, did she give you a lot of miscalls too?"

Gemma gives you a weird look and shakes her head.

'o' you mouthe and shrug.

Candy whistles and your body retroactively jerks and bumps heads with Gemma who you didn't realise was getting really close with you. "Ow!"

"Uh." Shit.

"Sam, Gemma. Stay after everyone else leaves." God his voice is fucking making you want to go to bed with your horsie again and ah that summoned him didn't it.

"Can't be summoned unless you want me to be." He giggles and you're sick of him but also at the same time find him attractive for being such a sassy imaginary inner self caricature.

"Sorry." Gemma whispers to you as Clara pats the both of you sympathetically.

You're fucked.

Candy is hot but hates your guts.

It might be why you want to 'punish' him, hear what beautiful sounds or utterly hideous gutteral ones his tasty voice can make.