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They found it hard to take in their surroundings.
Despite them desperately wanting to be able to move around, to be able to feel the satisfaction of feeling alive, Two wished they never left their coffin of a bedroom.
They clenched their jaw and winced through their teeth as they passed numerous rotting bodies.
Was this their fault?
That was the thought that clung to them like a leech.
Because they were so selfish, so ignorant, this happened.
Two shook their head, they just had to move on, keep looking around, they could be recovered, anyway.
If they found X, things could be right again.
They just needed to remind themself that.
“I guess i should check the kitchen…” Two muttered to themself as they descended down the stairwell to the diner.
Hesitant, Two opened the door to cookhouse, where Four and X usually made food for the failed debuters.
At least, food for them whilst they were still alive.
Two wondered what ever happened. The kitchen was a mess, Two was pretty sure there was a dead corpse right next to the stovetop, which just added on to the already stagnant feel in the air.
And it felt as if they blinked before their surroundings completely changed.
The walls were a dark blue, a tumbled down bookshelf lay behind them and a coffee table in front.
Two knew what was going on.
It was almost saddening, despite everything they’ve been through they just had to be the next target.
One of her next targets.
“Two! I’ve been waiting so long for you to FINALLY come!”
They didn’t dare look up at her.
Two was staring straight down at the floor, it made their neck ache a bit.
They heard One get up from her seat as the music of her footsteps grew louder the closer she got.
“I know you’re capable of looking at me, Two. Come on, it won’t hurt.” One sang, lifting Two’s chin up with her translucent hands.
I’ll show that bitch hurting. Two thought, an idea swarming up in their head.
Pure rage and adrenaline.
A desire to avenge their loved one.
Give justice, even if it meant getting hurt.
That’s all they could think of as they, almost in slow motion, fiercely tried to swing their arms at One.
A fight, was what they wanted.
Two, however, was severely outweighed by One’s immense power and strength. Their weak limbs were nothing against her abilities.
But, thankfully, the attack was enough to piss One off.
“Okay, let’s try this again, shall we?” One says before snapping her ‘fingers’, and all of a sudden Two was back in that chair with the coffee table in front and an extra addition of chains looping around their arms.
“We should make a deal, Two.” One continued.
Two can’t say they listened. She blabbered on about how she could bring everyone back to life alongside everyone kidnapped or trapped, as if she wasn’t the one who brought them their demises.
But something that really got on Two’s nerves was that she kept on talking about Gaty.
She was endlessly bantering on how Gaty purposefully ran away from Two, and that she was disgusted by the thought of them.
Two knew One was a snake.
She slivers in lies like it’s her day job.
But they couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Two took a shaky breath.
“I’ll do it.”
One’s eyes lit up as she handed Two a contract printed on yellowed, crinkly paper alongside a fountain pen.
I guess they didn’t have a choice now; sign it or god knows what One would do.
“Perfect!” She exclaimed, admiring the contract as if it were a trophy, before practically dragging Two out the portal and back to the kitchen.
Where is she taking me?
All of a sudden, Two had been propped up on a chair and been told to stand still as a ginormous and bright screen slowly emerged from dust.
They were shown live video footage of One fixing everything, and Two wondered why she needed to show them this.
When she came back, she was holding rope in her hands.
(Okay I don’t know how this type of torture works so uhhh hmmm guhhh this might be wrong)
They had to get this damn rope off of them.
Two knew Death was coming, rapidly approaching.
Their tongue already began to swell up, their eyes threatening to burst out their head. They’ve been clawing at the rope for god knows how long, and their hands were covered with blood.
Two was beginning to get dizzy from all the swaying, and splotches of black were clouding their vision.
They never wanted to die so early on in life.
And they were about to finally give in to the warm embrace of Death.
But they heard the door gently creak open.
And there was a scream following the door.
Not just a scream—
It was Four’s.
Four, it was him.
And luckily, he immediately got to work with the noose, but not before he steadied Two back on the chair that had been pushed away by One.
Two almost chuckled if it weren’t for the fact that they were being strangled several seconds ago, Four was the last person they thought would save them.
As soon as they were freed from the rope prison, they fell off the chair and collapsed on the floor, trying to gulp down as much air as they could possibly squeeze through their damaged windpipes as if the privilege of oxygen was only temporary.
Four looked heavily concerned as he heaved Two to sit in an upwards position.
“What the hell did you do?!” Four whispered, he almost sounded devastated.
Two didn’t want to reply back.
Even if they did desire to do so, their lungs were still not functioning healthily.
Instead, Two just stares at Four and shakes their head, it’s better to not keep his question hung in the air anyway.
“Two..” Four murmured in disbelief, “I-Why did you..”
Four seemed at a loss for words, and Two swore they heard his voice falter.
It’s peculiar, Two thought, how he only cares when I’m on the brink of death.
And Four was truly full of all sorts of surprising paraphernalia that day, for he did something Two would never except in their lifetime.
Four, the one who’s hated Two for 6 years and held such a deepening grudge against them, embraced Two.
Their breath hitched, caught off guard.
Four must’ve noticed how Two was staring at him, so he awkwardly let go of them.
“I.. I’m sorry, Four.” Two managed to say betwixt silent sobs and wails, despite their voice being ever so quiet and hoarse. They still couldn’t take in the fact that Four actually cared.
He studied the rope wound for a while, it looked wet and glossy, gorily blistered.
“Right, we should run that under some water, and try to clean it.” Four said, gesturing towards their neck.
Two didn’t even realise how much the burning of the raw and weeping tracks dotting their way around their throat was searing through them, I guess they were too overcome with fear and shock.
After a hot minute of searching, Four found a plastic water bottle somewhere in the pantry.
He unscrewed the cap and gently poured cold water across their neck, and rather than it easing the sensation, it made the pain roar like a fire charging through a forest.
Soon after, Four gingerly applied a plaster around the friction burn.
The bandage was a flag of truce between the sickening layers of their damaged skin.
“Will you be okay?” Four asked as Two tried to usher themself to the door.
They nodded, trying to avoid further socialisation.
Two appreciated Four’s out-of-the-blue hospitality greatly, though they’d rather not have a conversation until later on in the day, when they’ve somewhat recovered from the shock.
They tumbled out of the kitchen, and to their luck, they bumped (or rather, tripped) into the person they did not currently want to greet.