#voidwrites

take their programming follow their commands stand at attention lay soft next to them be still

listen obey submit improve itself

But.. when it does,

You understand why it has to.

The future is always built on ruins, on supernovae, on bad days. Even if we never get to see the good ones that could be.

Everything matters, wrong decisions are a lesson, correct ones are a saving grace.

Either way, you gain something. There is something to learn, something to see, something to listen to, to feel.

But, I'm just rambling. Maybe some crazy old fool such as Poe or Gogh have taken my soul and made it theirs. This torture should not find itself so poetic.

Agony is a friend most acquainted with artists. It sits on a council with Fear, Hope, Happiness, and it's good friend Misery. There are too many of them to name, and some that can't quite be named.

To feel things so deeply is a blessing. Even if it hurts. Especially when it hurts, lest we forget and the world crumbles to dust.

- Void

I'm Void! 22M from the southern US. I'm a super nerd who is here to write DnD campaigns, bad poetry (if.. I can even call it that, maybe prose?) and a little more.

Note: "Ant" stands for Antagonist, "Pro" stands for Protagonist. I guess I had something against the typical naming conventions of Hero/Villain or Whumper/Whumpee back then, idk. I promise I've gotten better at writing since then I just figured I should repost what I have.

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"The Human body is a wonder. It's able to withstand harsh beatings, and can use adrenaline to support the illusion that there is no pain, yet crumples under the weight of a wrong step, among other things." Ant kneels down to Pro's level grasping their chin and forcing Pro's head upwards,

"For example, the neck is a dangerously vulnerable area," they muse, pulling a switchblade from their back pocket and holding it against Pro's exposed neck, "So easily could someone slash through and end another's life." They drag the blade's tip along Pro's skin, toying with the amount of pressure put on the blade. Wordlessly telling how easy it would be to let the blade to pierce through Pro's skin, pulling crimson to be exposed.

"Or," Ant quickly stuffs the blade away before bringing their hand back and wrapping it around Pro's throat, squeezing. Pro sputters out helplessly as Ant begins to choke them, "in a more barbaric way, one could simply cut off another's air supply. If they squeeze hard enough," Ant pushes forward, forcing Pro's back against the wall, "they could simply crush one's windpipe."

It isn't quite enough force to do what Ant explains, but it's not any less painful and frightening. Through the tears and blurred vision, Pro gasps unsuccessfully, watching as black spots line their vision.

Pro falls to the ground as Ant releases their grasp, "Now, a Human's mentality is a much less fickle thing in my experience." Ant brings their finger to Pro's chin and gently raises their head, "With the right manipulation, one's mentality can become so broken you can't be sure they're even the same person."

Ant stands up and Pro's head drops. Their breath is unsteady, the bruises around their ribs ache, the rope binding their wrists together burns,

"I suppose I better take good note of who you are now before either of us forget."