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Red.

Half of what he could see was Red.

His dead-eye was glowing and leaking red. He’s trying to keep his determination to a minimum, but it doesn’t help that it’s also the only thing keeping is DEFENCE so high. It also doesn’t help that his HP is pretty low

He tried to reason with her. She may be a criminal, she may contribute to killings with her selling of guns, but the last thing he wants to do is kill her. It’s not even out of attachment for her. Sure, he might care enough to reason with her and not want her to continue on this obviously bad path, but it’s more about not wanting to have anyone’s blood on his hands.

Why wouldn’t she reason? Why couldn’t she see that she didn’t need to do this?

She wasn’t in better shape either. There is just as much red on her as there is on him. But, she’s obviously much less messed up than him, which was done on purpose. She still held a gun at him, visibly shaky, whether it was the fear that he was somehow still alive after 3 shots (one to the rib, shoulder and leg) or that she felt enough sympathy for him to hesitate to kill him.

They stayed silent, only the noise of heavy breathing could be heard. They stayed still, with only the occasional wincing and adjusting their position to feel less pain in their bodies.

Hw didn’t know what to do, anymore. He was going on full instinct and couldn’t think straight. He took a step forward, about to say something he didn’t even know what it was going to be and-

BANG

She shot him again, right in the middle of his left rib cage. It was definitely aimed to kill, despite missing his SOUL. Things went black after that. 

Or rather… Red.

Was he dead? He’s not sure. He could only see Red.

Only Red.

Nothing but

RED.

At some point, he was panting. He doesn’t remember. It wasn’t like he passed out. It was more like he forgot how to breathe. Like he lost consciousness while still being conscious.

He lifted his head up, thinking that maybe she fled, thinking he was dead. But, then again, he was standing. Wait, why was he-?

Why was there more red? There’s so much red. This isn’t his eyes playing him because of DT, it literally drained out. But it’s everywhere… on the floor, on the walls, on the-

There’s a disgusting noise. One that would make you feel numb. A crunch, wet, meaty, bony, hard and ripping. 

Somehow, he missed it before, a giant Blaster was ripping apart the carcass of something, of her, of her dead fucking body. 

It was Doom. Doom was eating her. 

He҉ wa͟s ͡ea̢t̕i̷n̵g her.͡  He҉ wa͟s ͡ea̢t̕i̷n̵g her.͡ H̷e w͜͏a̡̡͜s̢͘ è̕á́t̛́iǹ͘͡g̨ ̸̢h̶è͜͜ŕ̵. H̷e w͜͏a̡̡͜s̢͘ è̕á́t̛́iǹ͘͡g̨ ̸̢h̶è͜͜ŕ̵. H̨͟͟e̶͝͠ ̵̷̵̢w̢͢͜͞á̴̡̛̀s͟҉̨̕҉ ̸̸̴͝ę̵̢a̶͏̧̨ţ̵̕̕i̴̴̕͝͞n̸͝g̶̨̨̛͟ ̨҉̢͢͜h̵̨̨͢e̕ŕ̵̕.̛͏͝͞ H̨͟͟e̶͝͠ ̵̷̵̢w̢͢͜͞á̴̡̛̀s͟҉̨̕҉ ̸̸̴͝ę̵̢a̶͏̧̨ţ̵̕̕i̴̴̕͝͞n̸͝g̶̨̨̛͟ ̨҉̢͢͜h̵̨̨͢e̕ŕ̵̕.̛͏͝͞ H̨̡̨̰̤̻͇͈̖͇́ͅe͡҉̭̫̝̝̙͉͔̬̤͕́ ̞̠̤̱̦̞̗͉̠̪͇̖͢͠ͅw̧̛͔̪̮̯̭͈̪̗̻͉͢͜ͅa̡͓̭̝̙͈̼̜s̡͜͏̣̖̻̥͉͓̞̜̻͎̘̭̜ͅ ̴́͜͞҉̘͔̻̟͈e͏̶̞͓͉̘̪͈̲͇̟̼̺̯͚͇̹̟͔ͅa̴̵̸̵͔͍͍̳͚̯̞̦͚̟̼̻͉ͅt̴̕͏̹̘͙̝͙̰̜̠̺͚͎͉̥́ͅì̶̹̺̩̖̝̩̩͢͢͝n̛̛̪̻͍̺̗̲͙̬͔͠͠g͢͏̴͘͏̖͕͇̬̹̬̼͙̥̮̮̞̮̦͚̱̦ ͏̰̦̮̺͖̖̪̦̣̫̠̫̙̩ͅh҉̢̛̗͚̥̲̝̤͖̩̪̞͓̹͡ͅę̧̨̦͖̲̣̝̯̣̩͕̳r̨̼̯͙̼̗͚̩̹̭͍͚̖̕ͅ.̢̧̯̩̘͇̮͍̜͈̫̥̙̟̲̯̕͟ H̨̡̨̰̤̻͇͈̖͇́ͅe͡҉̭̫̝̝̙͉͔̬̤͕́ ̞̠̤̱̦̞̗͉̠̪͇̖͢͠ͅw̧̛͔̪̮̯̭͈̪̗̻͉͢͜ͅa̡͓̭̝̙͈̼̜s̡͜͏̣̖̻̥͉͓̞̜̻͎̘̭̜ͅ ̴́͜͞҉̘͔̻̟͈e͏̶̞͓͉̘̪͈̲͇̟̼̺̯͚͇̹̟͔ͅa̴̵̸̵͔͍͍̳͚̯̞̦͚̟̼̻͉ͅt̴̕͏̹̘͙̝͙̰̜̠̺͚͎͉̥́ͅì̶̹̺̩̖̝̩̩͢͢͝n̛̛̪̻͍̺̗̲͙̬͔͠͠g͢͏̴͘͏̖͕͇̬̹̬̼͙̥̮̮̞̮̦͚̱̦ ͏̰̦̮̺͖̖̪̦̣̫̠̫̙̩ͅh҉̢̛̗͚̥̲̝̤͖̩̪̞͓̹͡ͅę̧̨̦͖̲̣̝̯̣̩͕̳r̨̼̯͙̼̗͚̩̹̭͍͚̖̕ͅ.̢̧̯̩̘͇̮͍̜͈̫̥̙̟̲̯̕͟

H̠̟̯̗̻ͬ̈̆̕͡e̶͇̟̘͎̜̜͚͔̻̩̥̰͒̇͐ͧ̍̓̉̽͆̔̄͠͡ ͤ͗͗ͤ̅͛̉ͭͮ̆̃́̒ͬ̈͊͗ͮ͛͏̨̡̬̘̱̻̀w̶ͤ̄ͯ͛͛́̏̈̓̚҉̘͕̪̦â̶̦͇̗̦͉̻̫̱͒̉͑̎̆̑̊̀̀͢͜s͙͉̤̫̠̠͉̦̙̹̦͚̺͕̭̻̺̞̍͗ͪ̑ͧͧ͞ͅ

He breathed in a loud gasp, abruptly waking up, before uncontrollably hyperventilating. His SOUL was beating abnormally fast, so much it hurt, he felt an urge to vomit. He held in the feeling for a while, trying to calm down and ease his disoriented and panicked state. But it only got worse, “they” were too loud and too messed up after a nightmare like this. He had to get up, or else he’ll just throw up in his own bed.

He wobbly paces to the bathroom, doesn’t even open the lights or look at the mirror and immediately hurls in the toilet bowl, almost missing it. He can’t think, he doesn’t want to think. All he does is try his best to steady his breathing.