Project IronLoss propaganda 😛 (pt2)
The next few hours were nothing but grueling for Ranboo. Not only were their insides being torn apart, they were alive.
They didn’t want this. He didn’t want a second chance, he wanted death. That was all he wanted.
The begging, the bright lights, the coppery taste of blood, the feeling of his brain matter oozing from their head… he remembered all of it, and it weighed heavy on him. Though barely conscious, there was one thought that persisted through the haze of his mind.
“I should be dead.”
The sense of dread that emanated from Ranboo was crushing, you could feel it in the room. At least Simon could, Grace was pacing back and forth anxiously as he kept an eye on the heart monitor.
“I- I just don’t know how this is possible. I mean- wires! There are so many wires!! How did that even happen?!” He exclaimed.
“We haven’t examined him for any indicators, and we still don’t know what to do with the organ damage they caused.” Simon added. “I’m assuming those didn’t get there on their own.”
Grace exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You can say that again. How does all of this even happen to a kid? He probably hasn’t even finished college.” He thought for a moment. “No. Assuming he’s 17, he hasn’t even started yet.”
Simon let out a heavy sigh, looking back at the piece of paper that he found in the kids coat pocket after they fell unconscious.
“RaNboO”
The paper was crinkled and letters were messy, almost rushed.
“At least they’re stable.” He muttered as he set it aside. The heart monitor continued to beep, but it almost began to.. mock them.
The sound of oxygen depleting.
The sound of an inevitable launch.
It was mocking them.
He’s one of yours now.
(I’m gonna start using the “pilp” tag, which stands for “project ironloss propaganda.” That’s what I’m naming this.)
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