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I just don’t want to talk to her. she brought me out of that place without even asking me and acts like she’s a great person for it.

-🔈

@makin-noises

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[They couldn't help but flinch at the sound of the shot. They've seen so many death in their time and yet.]

'When the last living thing dies, my job will be finished'

[The god passed a hand over the young man's eyes, closing them, hopefully, for good. They get up from the cold tile floor and blow out the candle on the cupcake that never even had a chance to be experienced.]

'I'll put the chairs on the tables, turn out the lights and lock the universe behind me when I leave.'

[Author can only hope that the gods of this place will be merciful enough to grant Miles a peaceful rest. Perhaps he'll find home somewhere amongst the stars. Or, maybe, Pluto, the forgotten planet, will take the forgotten boy in.]

[Either way, his story will be kept forever safe. They will make sure of it.]

-🦊

[he pressed the muzzle of the gun to his chest, eyes clouded over with tears. he looked up, whispering prayers to a god he never believed in. ]

[ and he pulled the trigger. ]

[ the gunshot echoed through the room and the music from the radio distorted and clicked off. he dropped the pistol on impact and his body went limp, warm blood seeping into his shirt and pooling around his now lifeless body. ]

[Author stepped forward, setting the cupcake down on the table and instead putting their paw on his shoulder.]

If I sought out comfort I would not be here right now. I do not mind whichever outcome is going to follow. I am not here to stop you, just to provide comfort, if am able to. No person deserves to die alone.

-🦊

[ he sniffled, head tilted back on the top of the the cabinet. he sobbed, hands still clenched into a fist on the pistol. he didn’t see a reason in living, and made it very clear he didn’t, but this creature persisted on making it known he didn’t die alone. why was that? ]

I- you don’t-

[The voice sounded from right behind him, odd, inhuman but still recognisably amused.]

[If he were to turn around, he'd see a tall humanoid foxy figure of Author, with a cupcake in hand, his favourite flavour. The lit candle in the cupcake is basically the only source of warm lighting in this room- if not the whole mall.]

-🦊

[ he was gripping the pistol with shaking hands and tears welling in his eyes, breath shaky and unstable. ]

I- it’s not-

[ he sobbed, the sounds of his agony choking what he wanted to say. ]

[ a pistol sat alone in the room, already cocked. he stopped and thought for a few moments. well, is it worth it? you’re already in this hellhole. this fucked up situation that you can’t get out of alone. why not do it now? you’ve tried before. this could be the real showstopper. ]

[ he picked up the gun as his hands trembled, true fear reflecting In his eyes. he knew if it was too severe this company wouldn’t be able to save him. he kept his finger off the trigger, not wanting to waste the bullet that could potentially end his suffering. he thought long as the music from the old radio seemed to grow louder, distorted and becoming distant in his ears. ]