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stone was looking through liams prespective, watching him grab the axe. this wasnt intended, but liam would realize that, right? right? he watched as liam walked toward airy. no, he was not about to listen to texty, right? stone watched in horror as liam started swinging the axe at airy, repeatedly attacking him but thankfully missing each time. they watched airy fight for his life as the green bookbag attacked the brass lamp. wait, nonono, stop it, stop. no-
oh god his fucking leg. stone couldnt look at this anymore. but they couldnt stop, they just couldnt. they went to airys prespective, unable to stop looking through others eyes. airy was doing airy things, until he slipped and fell to his death. stone didnt want to look at this. make it stop. please. this is pain. is this what they deserved after what they did? they didnt mean it, they just wanted to help.
time passed.
this was a shitshow stone had created. everything was not as planned. at all. backpack was losing sanity and slowly devolving into the mindless host airy once was. he found out how to use the computer, which wasnt a good sign either.
everything they had done just made everything worse. they shouldnt have done this.
maybe, they intended this? thinking about it, stone realized that all they did was lead liam to his demise, a horrible one at that. stone couldnt bare what they had done to them all. was this intended? did they even think? were they actually able to see the future or were they just delusional and all that happened was a coincidence? was any of this real? this seemed so real, but no, they were a mere rock, possibly a delusional one as well. all they could do was watch the hell that they created.
time passed.
they had figured out how to return to normal sight, but was that enough? no, they needed to get what they deserved. rock after rock, five by now covered in blood. stone hated themself for this. they looked at their hand, bashed and beaten like the plug that connected the plane. it was the only thing that they knew that wasnt this godforsaken void filled with rocks. they deserved this. they self harmed more, scraping their hand and hitting it with the rocks. eventually their tail woke up.
"wh... what are you doing master?"
stone ignored it, not wanting the tail to know what they were doing. their 3rd eye looked with concern, but it couldnt do anything about it, since it was just an extra eye that watched over stone and shared a bit of stones ability.
time passed.
it wasnt enough.
time passed.
its not enough.
time passed.
stone started doing more extreme self harm, hurting the three of them.
time passed.
stone killed a rock while hurting themself.
time passed.
the pain was unbearable, but stone wasnt done, not until they got that they deserved.
time passed.
...
whats the point of existing if were just going to die. we can do nothing but suffer in this place.
i just want to kill myself but its so hard to do so.
i cant.
...
im a monster.