Gremlin Risitas Entry #032 — The Prescription
[Gremlin sits on a milk crate in the stockroom, soda bottle dangling from his hand, talking half to himself, half to no one.]
“They’ll tell you— smile more, cheer up, don’t be so negative. That’s the script. Keep it light, keep it fake. But here’s the kicker—” he tips the bottle to his lips, pauses with a smirk. “The second it ain’t just a bad day, the second it’s depression? Suddenly it’s not ‘smile more,’ it’s drug him up, label him, manage him.”
He chuckles low, shaking his head. “So which is it? Do you want me happy… or do you just want me palatable?”
[The gremlin takes another sip, leans back against the crates, and lets out that wheezy laugh—air cold, silence heavier than the bottles around him.]
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