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Slinger battler.
That was the name he was given.
He doesn't know who gave him the name.
Or his parents.
Or anything.
He knows that the world runs in loops.
He knows that the outcome can't be changed.
But he still tries.
And yet,
FAILED.
This is the 102nd world he has been to, trying to change the outcome. But the look in his eyes changed. It wasn't determination. It was hollow.
He now thought of his old caretaker, who treated him like shit. He didn't give two fucks about anything and is also homophobic. So when he found out that Slinger had feelings for a guy. He absolutely lost it, he started hitting him, eventually going to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. Slinger tried desperately to fight back, he ended up with a broken arm. His caretaker was absolutely disgusted by him and dragged him to his room, before locking the door from the outside.
Slinger was in a horrible condition, bruises were everywhere on his body, cuts and slashes were still leaking out fresh blood. Acting quickly, he pulled his weak body towards the cabinet that has the first aid kit he snuck into his room. Oh how he wished he could just let himself die.
He patched himself up, before going to bed, sobbing quietly.
By some miracle, the wounds didn't get infected, and was healed really quickly. He was astonished that his body can heal at that rate. NOT KNOWING SOMEONE WAS WATCHING HIM.
Now the other thing to do is to find a way to get out. His window has metal bars so he couldn't leave by window. And then he remembered something.
He checked under his bed. Sure enough, there was an axe.
He now looked at the bustling city in front of him. Everything was foggy in his eyes, everyone faces were distorted, even his own friends, except for one. Battler.
He didn't know what was happening to him and he didn't want to know.
And then, he saw something.
Right at the corner of his eye.
There was a blue glow, in the location of the alleyway.
he quickly told his friends he was going to look at something and tells them not to follow.
He walked towards the alleyway.
he saw it.
The same white cross neecklace.
It had a blue glow.
He'd seen it before.
not once.
multiple.
He wanted to not take it, in the end, he still did.
"Slinger? SLINGER!"-Trowel
"Huh- what?"-Slinger.
"You zoned out."-Battler
"Oh, sorry."-Slinger
"It's fine."-Battler
Slinger felt mad at himself, he didn't know why, or he does know why.
He felt like a burden around his friends.
His friends were always in the front lines.
He was at the back.
Like a coward.
he hated himself.
he hated how he couldn't defend himself well.
He hated how weak he is.
he hated how easy he was to be picked on.
He had no way of protecting himself.
he hated how everyone was better than him
He hated everything.
He hated everything.
He hated everything.
He hated everything.
He hated everything.
He hated everything.
He hated everyone.
He hated everyone.
he hated everyone.
He hated everyone.
He hated everyone.
He hated everyone.
He hated himself.
he hated himself.
He hated himself.
He hated himself.
He hated himself.
He hated himself.
"Oh god, why did I do this?..."-Slinger
He was holding a knife. His wrists and hands were bloody. Blood was still seeping from the cuts he done to himself. He collapsed onto the floor, not because of being lightheaded from cutting himself, rather it's because of the disbelief he was in.
he felt pathetic. Using cheap methods for relievement, instead of telling his friends the problem.
His friends cared about him, and is also concerned for him.
The knife dropped onto the floor.
*CLINK*
The sound was vague, to him.
He doesn't know why he's doing it.
He wanted to disappear from the face of robloxia.
Looking at the knife on the floor.
He suddenly had an idea.
He picked up the knife.
Aimed it towards his throat.
He doesn't know what happened.
He woke up in the hospital bed.
Battler was sitting on the chair. He looked like he hadn't slept in days.
When he woke up, Battler saw it.
Battler was happy, before rushing off to tell someone.
But to Slinger.
He felt guilty.
He was the reason why his friends has gotten themselves in this situation.
He done it.
He killed his caretaker.
His head was chopped off from his body.
Slinger didn't felt sad.
He was happy.
The person who had tormented him for so long.
Was gone.
Slinger started laughing.
Eventually he stopped.
Knowing he might get arrested for his crimes.
He quickly left the scene. But he was hungry.
He walked into the woods. Half bloody.
And he saw it.
Another robloxian.
"SLINGER!"-Battler
"Huh- W-what?"-Slinger
"Oh my god, I thought you were gone for a second. I CALLED YOU MORE THAN 30 TIMES AND YOU DIDN'T REPLY."-Battler
And then he finally remembered.
He finally remembered what happened that night.
He had tried killing himself. Battler saw what he was doing and knocked the knife from his hands immediately.
Just as he's about to have his happy ending. Of course his master has to show up and prevent that happening.
He was a valuable puppet to his master.
He was the first one to resist.
That's what made his 'master' interested by him.
A few days later, he was discharged from the hospital. He still needs to be in under surveillance and go to therapy every week. Naturally, Slinger refused. Battler did not.
He looked towards the bustling city.
It wasn't foggy anymore.
It was blurry.
He still can't see others people faces. It's covered by a black box.
he can now see his friends face though.
That's a relief.
Even though he still can't see the world properly.
Even though he still has suicide tendacies.
Even though he still hated himself and what he did.
He still has his friends with him, and he hoped they wouldn't leave his side. FOOLISH.