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Six gently walked through the now deserted streets of Pale City, cold, dark, and alone. Her arms cradled each other as she held her head low, staring only at the wet ground, not trying to think of her actions. She didn’t want to think about Mono, his persevering demeanor, his terrifying bravery, him saving her, then hanging from her hand. His face was plastered with unsteady relief as he held onto her hand, but his face started to crumble into fearful confusion as he stared at Six’s glazed expression. She didn’t know what she was going through her mind at that moment, why did she drop him, why? Six stopped in a small puddle, she looked down at her watery image, looking hopeless, emotionless, soulless . Why did she drop him? ‘
Why did you drop him, why? why? why? why? why? WHY? WHY? WHY!? WHY!? ’
Six clawed at her hair in agony, the thoughts screamed as tears streamed, even herself was enraged at her, she didn’t want to think about how Mono felt. ‘
Do you feel anything at all? Remorse? Shame? Guilt? ANYTHING!?’
She fell to her knees as she shrieked through her teeth, her thoughts just screamed all around her, like speakers blaring. She didn’t want to hear her thoughts, she wanted to forget, to disappear, did she want to take it back?... Even she wasn’t sure, but her brain just clamped in pain, thoughts raging through her body, she couldn’t run away from this, she couldn’t live with herself, her actions...
Could she try and fix her mistake?
Her thoughts still shouted at her, but she forced herself to her feet and looked around frantically, seeing a hazy static flush through a window above. She followed the cables and pipelines that lead from the window and led into a hallway with many cartons making a crumpled stairway. She needed to fix her mistake, she plunged into the darkness to make her way up the smushed cartons and up the warped pipes, going onto the edge of the window and peaking inside. Two Viewers were hooked to a TV, dread and regret filled Six’s stomach, they didn’t stop the transmission, no, SHE didn’t stop the transmission, it was only her to blame that it wasn’t finished. She hopped inside, searching for what to do, she helped Mono, but if anything, he was the brains, he struggled through every obstacle, how did he deal with the Viewers? The mesmeric glow of the TV didn’t help to ease her mind as she thought of solutions, but she spotted a glare on a small remote on the table. She immaturely ran over and seized it, gazing at the TV then back at the remote, her fingers trembled over the Off button, she looked back at the crooked people towering in front of her. They were fixed on these TVs, but if they were turned off, what would happen? Would they just leave? Go crazy?...did she need to mess something at all? She could just try and jump through the TV, just see if anything happened, so she gambled. She tossed the remote away onto the dark wood floor and darted past the legs of the monstrosities and lurched for the TV, earning a fast and painful smack of glass into her face, making the foggy glass crack.
Six fell down to the floor, she held her nose as her face throbbed, her hand dampened, revealed to her eyes as a mild stream of blood spilled out. She heard inhuman groaning and throated anger, she looked up to see the two Viewers shaking in anger, and all she did was make a crack. There was no way she was going to get away, she was right in their hands, so she just curled herself into a ball as they roared in rage, frantically reaching down. But then there was a static scream, stunning the Viewers, and even dragging them closer to the swirling static of the TV, pulling them into it like a fisherman pulling a fish out of water. Six watched as the lady got dragged in with the screen, leaving her worn and old clothes laying behind. The screen was now white static, she quickly ran over and placed her hands on the screen, it started to swirl with white noise as it softly crackled, showing Mono on the Thin Man’s chair, HIS chair now…
Six felt like a monster, worse than before.
She not only betrayed someone who relished the time they spent together, their teamwork, their friendship, all because of a reason that even she didn’t know, but she was making a monster too . Her fists squealed as it slowly went down the screen, then she gave a sharp punch to it, but didn’t do anything. ‘
You were going to turn your friend into a Monster,’ She breathed heavily at the voices in her head, ‘and for what? A reason that you DON’T KNOW,’ she didn’t and she wanted to.
She slammed her fists on the glass again, gritting her teeth as the glass cracked again, she did it again, and again. She cut herself on the cracked glass, but her inner rage blinded her senses, ‘WHY DID I DO IT!?’, she pounded faster, the glass cracked even more, making more smaller and smaller pieces to be shattered. Blood covered her hands as she stood up and started smashing the glass like a rabid monkey, she hated herself, her actions, how horrible she was, how she made others feel. She was selfish, to the highest she could go, and she understood why she was turned into one of them. The Thin Man was a Mono, betrayed by a Six like her, that’s why he turned her into that warped, bent, thing, and now her Mono was going to do the same thing... unless…
She let out a loud yell as she rammed the glass, shattering the glass and glitching out, her face fell onto concrete instead of wood, the smell stale and still instead of rotten. Her hands colored the concrete as her breath ragged and labored, she looked up to see down a long hall to a door at the other side, a large eye looking down, she could imagine Mono looking through that eye at her. Guilt swelled her body to the fullest now, her knees wobbled as she stood up, her heart pounding from her rage, the thoughts were now blended together like the yelling in a school cafeteria.
She stumbled down the hall, the colors seemed to change, grey, to white, to black, to grey, to black, to white, her head never seemed to stop swirling, just going around, around, around, repeating regrets over, and over, and over. She needed to do this, and she didn’t care if he screamed, beat, mangle, torture, change her, it would be justified in her eyes. The felt like she walked for miles, she finally reached the door, her bloodied hands spilled down the door as she pushed with the strength she had left, opening it to a blue-tinted room with a single small chair with a young black-haired boy wearing a brown trenchcoat, his face screaming with anger, sadness, betrayal, and confusion as he lifted his eyes from the floor.
The air chocked Six, she started to lightly gasp, she felt like she was suffocating, Mono only watched with mixed eyes. Tears started to leak for a moment before she burst sobbing, falling to the floor onto her body, laying with her head covered with her arms, with all she did, she couldn’t even bear seeing Mono. The thoughts were now swirling with death possibilities, she was in his domain now, not like she had a domain, but she was in a place she couldn’t escape without Mono, and she had no doubt her corpse was going to leave. Her hair dampened and stained red, blood started to fill her thoughts, how much blood was she losing? How much pain was she in? The adrenaline still pumped through her veins, her breathing labored, choked, tears pouring, heaving, sobbing at the mercy of her friend-no, partner, she felt sick even thinking she was a partner to him. The emotions she felt, it felt like knives through her body, she never cared about morals before, she just thought to survive, her only rule and book. And she even still stood by it while working with Mono, just a tool to help, but his enthusiasm, his persistence, his selflessness, everything she lacked and failed to learn. Now she had her answer, she didn’t care about leaving him behind,
because she never cared about leaving things behind, it hit her like a bullet as she squinted her eyes shut and screamed her lungs in anguish…