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Ze has always bickered with Regect. That…THING always got on his nerves. But lately, he’s been feeling…weird. He felt his chest tighten and his heart flutter. No. He didn't have a crush on him. That’s disgusting. He shouldn’t have crushes on men. He shouldn’t. His dad would’ve killed him. If he didn’t try to kill himself first anyway. Ze gets snapped out of thoughts when he hears Regect. “Hey man? You good?” The entity asks, worried.
“Yeah dude. I’m fine.” Ze sighs, flopping onto a nearby couch.
“You look pale. Reject comments, sitting down next to him.
“My avatar is white, idiot. No shit I look pale.” Ze snaps.
Regect backs up a bit from Ze, golden eyes narrowing. “Dude. You always act like a bitch to me? Why is that, huh? What did I ever do to you?”
Ze stands quickly. “All you do is bother me and ask me stupid..STUPID QUESTIONS. It PISSES ME OFF.”
Regect flinches when he suddenly gets yelled at. “Ok dude. No need to be a bitch.”
“I’M ACTING LIKE A BITCH BECAUSE YOU KEEP ASKING ME STUPID SHIT.” Ze is gesturing wildly now, furious. “JUST FUCK OFF FOR ONCE.”
Regect feels a pang of hurt go through his chest as he hears that. “Ze…you’re not acting like yourself.”
Ze doesn’t answer but grabs his gun and points it at Regect, making the entity freeze. “Ze…Ze, what are you doing?!
Ze doesn't answer, his cold eyes piercing through Regect’s soul. His gloved hand was shaking as he pointed the gun at his friend..
And fired.
The bullet barely missed Regect. The two men stood there, panting. “What…WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” Regect screams. Ze doesn’t say anything. He walks out the door, gun still in hand.
“HEY. I’M NOT DONE TALKING TO YOU.” Reject shouts but to no avail.
Ze walks into the woods, body shaking with adrenaline. He felt as if he couldn’t breathe. His body shook with every breath. He yanks off his shirt and long fingerless gloves, revealing cuts and scars all over his body, either from self harm or dumb stuff he did when he was a kid. One of his black wings was slightly cut off. He tried moving it, only for it to sting like crazy. Ze lets out a choked sob, covering his face with his hands. What did he do? He just..snapped. Why did he try to shoot Regect. What was..wrong with him?? Why would he hurt his friend? He felt tears fall down his face as he fell onto his knees, each sob shaking his frame. Why was he like this? He was pathetic. He slowly sits up as he holds the gun to his head. Was he really going to do this? Maybe. He had failed all those times before. Surely he won't fail now. He takes a deep breath as he pulls the trigger.
Click!
He looked at the gun confused before groaning. Right…he wasted his last bullet on Regect. And all his ammo is at home. Great. He didn’t wanna go back home just so he could shoot himself. But it was cold. And dark. He started walking back, humming a song.
“-I don’t careeee if I lost my mindddddd…” Ze sings as he opens up the door to the house. “Because I’m al…ready…it’s…empty…?” His chest tightened. No way he fucked up that badly. No way he pushed away the only friends he ever had. No way he-
“Hello, Ze.”
No…Nonononono.
He couldn't be.
He…He escaped…right..?
Right?