#corpse art

ugly fragments i drew

DONOTBEAFRAIDTOKILLALLLIFEISBUILTONDEATH💀🐦‍⬛🐆

Warden arrived at the ports- too late. Spirals of lava- cooled and hardened and black- rose from the concrete platforms and in the water. Smoke wafted into his mask's breathing filter, making his eyes sting. Wreckage. His son nowhere to be found.

He searched the wreckage, looking for something- anything- that could give him a clue of what happened.

He hoped it meant they got away.

"Please, Quackity," Warden rumbled under his mask. "Please be alright."

But soon he had to face the truth.

Quackity, Nemesis, Siren...

They were gone.

And Warden would make sure Schlatt paid.

A groan turned his attention to a pile of rubble, and Warden approached it. A small, red peice of cloth stuck out, caught and wedged between two peices of concrete. The Villain tipped his head to one side, and eyebrow raising, before he grabbed the top slab with metal plated hands, and pulled up.

Red Chaos lay below, his eyes closed below his tinted visor, his scarlet mask chipped and scratched. His clothes were surprisingly clean, despite a bit of dust here and there.

Warden's breath hitched in his throat. Dream was here. He could see the green tint around Red's rib, the bones probably broken from whatever powerful blow came from the number-one-hero.

Warden was suddenly relaxed as he watched Red's rythmatic breathing. He had never seen a Hero so still, so silent, not fighting for what they believed was a just system. Red was small. Blonde, maybe in his late teens- Red Chaos was a child.

Warden almost smiled as he watched the teen. They were familiar... the Villain didn't know why. Maybe a customer at his café? He bent down, brushing Red's blonde bangs from their face-

Don't pity him.

He's a Hero. He's probably faking, he asked Dream to knock him out, to make it look like he was against the other Heroes.

So you would let down your guard.

Hurt him.

He helped them take Quackity.

Hurt him, hurt him, hurt-

Warden shook his head, expelling the voice in the back of his brain.

But it was right, his conscience told him. This Hero was like the rest- selfish, corrupted, and he followed Dream about like a dog. He didn't deserve pity. Red was lying.

Warden straightened, gripping the back of Red Chaos's hoodie and lifting him out if the rubble and into smokey air.

Warden needed information.

And Red was going to give it to him.

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