[His voice is quiet, like he's trying to find the will to do the right thing.]
No, you can't-
[The game master just sneers at him.]
Kyahahahaha! The little schemer is turning a new leaf? Well, you can certainly take their place if you want to! Maybe then you'll do something good with your useless little life.
[His voice catches in his throat. He...he can't do that...]
[Though it is a narrow victory, take their place is chosen. It gives Sou just enough courage to actually speak out again.]
Whatever it takes, I'll do it.
[The game master grins, and she snaps her fingers.
Suddenly a bunch of tubes shoot out from all directions, aimed right at Sou. He tries to back up, but the tubes chase right after him, jamming through his clothes and into whatever skin they can find.
And then, everything freezes. And a familiar face shows up.]
Do you really want to die that badly?
[This time Magenta snaps his fingers, and suddenly Atem is in Sou's place, arms and legs punctured with these small tubes.
And then these tubes start sucking all of the blood out of Atem's body. It's going to be a slow, painful death.]
[Scratches at the crystals on his neck as he watches. He's watched people bleed out before, but only from a single choice cut somewhere, and not by exsanguination on this level. Not even vampires can do this, he thinks. He would have asked Warfarin, but... Hah.
So he's watching. He won't even offer the dignity of a mercy kill despite possibly being the most equipped for it.]
She can't just fucking watch this happen, she can't, she can't--]
Let go of him!
[It's impulsive, she knows. She's likely going to regret this. But she rushes in and attempts to slice at the tubes (6) if she can even reach them. She can't do nothing, she can't--]
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[His voice is quiet, like he's trying to find the will to do the right thing.]
No, you can't-
[The game master just sneers at him.]
Kyahahahaha! The little schemer is turning a new leaf? Well, you can certainly take their place if you want to! Maybe then you'll do something good with your useless little life.
[His voice catches in his throat. He...he can't do that...]
(Should he take their place, or be quiet?)
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[Take from that what you will]
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The police... right?
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( she won't bother with pretty words, not for this. )
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[There has to be something they can still do. Maybe they can properly fight, but...]
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See the collars they all seem to be wearing?
I know these are memories... but can we somehow remove them?
[He knew Wardrobe Lady had rancid vibes.]
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They have ways of making sure people cooperate, and if this is really the case, we could be doing more harm than good right now.
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If we could just properly fight, it'd be easier, but who knows what'll happen to the rest...
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Results....2! (CW: needles, death, gore)
Whatever it takes, I'll do it.
[The game master grins, and she snaps her fingers.
Suddenly a bunch of tubes shoot out from all directions, aimed right at Sou. He tries to back up, but the tubes chase right after him, jamming through his clothes and into whatever skin they can find.
And then, everything freezes. And a familiar face shows up.]
Do you really want to die that badly?
[This time Magenta snaps his fingers, and suddenly Atem is in Sou's place, arms and legs punctured with these small tubes.
And then these tubes start sucking all of the blood out of Atem's body. It's going to be a slow, painful death.]
CW: needles, death, suicide mention
He can't move. He can't even scream. Every muscle in his body seizes, which serves to make the needles worse. His nerves are on fire.
He is dying.
He has died from blood loss before. Slit his own throat. A small price to pay for the safety of his people. But this...
This is...
... Mafuyu... Sayaka... Aubrey... Schneider... Joshua... Rutile... Soujuurou... they shouldn't see this. He begs for them to look away in his mind.
The minutes and seconds tick bit by bit.
Until all that's left of Atem is an empty husk.]
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So he's watching. He won't even offer the dignity of a mercy kill despite possibly being the most equipped for it.]
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She can't just fucking watch this happen, she can't, she can't--]
Let go of him!
[It's impulsive, she knows. She's likely going to regret this. But she rushes in and attempts to slice at the tubes (6) if she can even reach them. She can't do nothing, she can't--]
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