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kaorisun · 3 years ago

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𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 BLOOMIC. their last day on the motorway (xyx x reader)

tags ; heavy angst, reader death, hurt no comfort, sad ending, gender neutral reader

summary ; Xyx and (y/n) absolutely love going on late night rides together— after all, they keep each other out of trouble. They always have. However, after a particularly nasty fight ensues between the couple, (y/n) decides to go on a solo drive to cool off and gather their thoughts. Unbeknownst to Xyx or (y/n), fate has decided: they’ll never return home to each other. This ride would be (y/n)’s last.

author’s note ; please heed to the tags! this is depressing— but as one of the biggest angst enjoyers out there— I figured, what kind of writer would I be if I didn’t write absolutely heart-wrenching, awful bloomic angst? so here we are! I’ve given you fluff, now here is some angst! enjoy! <3

Xyx hummed quietly as he sat at his desk, reminiscing about his last ride with his dearest lover.

Driving a motorcycle had always been exhilarating for him. It was an unhealthy escapism that he utilized— one that he used to be rather reckless with. However, after meeting and subsequently falling in love with his current partner, it became less of an unhealthy coping mechanism. To him, motorcycling was now quality time spent with his lover. An activity where he could indulge in two things he cared for dearly— a time where he could release all of his worries and truly feel like it was (y/n) and him against the world.

They’d always take the longest paths— the furthest backroads. Rides with his lover could last for hours because they always took the most scenic route possible. They took the roads no one else would drive so they could speed up— get the rush of adrenaline they both loved— while still being safe about it. (y/n) always insisted on safety. They’d never agree to anything that could be dangerous to either one of them. Perhaps if Xyx was still the same person as he was before they met, he’d deflect their worry like he does with everyone else. He’d insist it’d be fine— but now it was different.

He trusted (y/n). He truly believed that they cared for him in the same way that he cared for them. Care was once something that was shown to Xyx as an obligation— not because anyone truly wanted to look out for him. His previous choice of friends hardly even allowed him to be upset— stating that he was always joking around. A class clown couldn’t feel upset— he wasn’t allowed to feel upset, but then he met (y/n). They showed him that they cared not because they had to but because they wanted to. They looked out for him— they helped him— they loved him in a way no one else did. (y/n) allowed him to be himself— whether that meant he would be joyous or otherwise. They loved every aspect of him— just as Xyx loved everything about them.

He always assumed that they’d be together forever, as cliche as that sounds, but it was true. Xyx found a soulmate in (y/n)— a sentiment that they both shared. He always knew that they’d spend the rest of their lives together— however long that may be. He had no intention of allowing anything to separate them or drive a wedge between them. They had couples spats occasionally— but usually it wasn’t anything too major that they couldn’t solve on their own.

Usually.

Today had been rough for them both. Xyx fucked up— he knew he did. When he consulted the server for extra advice— they told him all the same thing.

Let (y/n) cool off and prepare one solid apology. Xyx had done exactly that, but it didn’t stop him from being antsy. They’d been gone for an hour now.

Could he blame them though? The argument they had was… awful.

Xyx had arrived home from work, letting out a deep sigh. He glanced at the time— later than he wanted. 10:25pm. He kicked his shoes off at the door before walking into the house and freezing. The candles— flowers— his partner resting their head on their arms, dozing off at the dinner table.

Anniversary. And he’d completely forgotten. He winced quietly, noticing Cat at their feet, tail flicking and staring right through him, almost in a judgmental manner. He fucked up. He had no clue how he’d make it up to them.

He tried to be quiet so as to not wake them from their sleep, but it was useless— after all, (y/n) wasn’t asleep to begin with. They let out a long sigh as they sat up and glanced over at him, an upset, almost disappointed expression on their face.

“Welcome home. Want me to reheat dinner for you?” They asked gently. It hurt Xyx more that they didn’t even address the obvious preparations. They completely disregarded the flowers, the candles— it hurt more because it felt like they had been expecting this. He couldn’t blame them. He’d been anything but supportive recently.

“I’m sorry, doll. I… I completely forgot— I can’t believe I let it slip my mind. Let me make it up to you? I promise I’ll do better.” He said softly. (y/n) shook their head before standing up and placing one of the plates in the microwave, not even sparing him a glance.

“It’s fine, Xyx. You never liked promises, anyways. Besides, I expected this to happen. I’m just disappointed, I guess. I thought you’d at least have it in your schedule. It’s been a whole year, after all.” They said, their voice cracking slightly. Xyx reached out to them, silently begging for the other to look at him.

“Please, love. Look at me. Why did you expect this to happen? Do you really think so little of me?” He questioned and (y/n) pulled their arm away and faced him, but didn’t meet his eyes. They inhaled deeply before sighing once more.

“Xyx. You’ve been distant. That’s why I expected it. Look— I gave you the benefit of the doubt. Cat was just in the hospital again— and they just got out. I assumed that you would be a little shaken up from that. That’s why I didn’t mind when you forgot my birthday. I mean hey, we were both scared for Cat, right?” They reasoned and bit their lip for a moment to hold back oncoming tears. Xyx scanned their features— remaining quiet to urge them to continue.

“But… When Cat did get sick, I had to visit the vet on my own. You just went off and drowned yourself in work or went and chased adrenaline without me like I wasn’t struggling, too. Cat’s back now! They’re doing better and you don’t seem to want to accept that— I’m starting to believe that you still don’t wanna accept that you care about Cat— about me. You forgot our anniversary. I thought it was important— but not as important as your escapism, right?” (y/n) muttered, their tone turning bitter as tears fell— they shook their head before hugging themself in a failed attempt to soothe themself as they turned away from him, taking a few idle steps.

The physical distance felt painful, but it was only a reflection of the emotional turmoil he’d been putting them through.

“Xyx I want to be there for you. But I can’t do anything when you push me away at the glimpse of any sort of tragedy or difficult situation. I see through the walls you put up when you actually talk to me. But when I hardly see you? When you run off to do something reckless the second you get home if you aren’t staying overtime? It doesn’t help that you don’t tell me what you’re up to, either. I can’t do anything and it feels awful. Do you not want my support? Is it not enough?” They asked quietly and in that moment, Xyx’s heart shattered because he knew.

They were right. He still hasn’t fully accepted that they truly cared for him and that he cared just as much. It was a scary thought— but to think that they blamed themself for his own insecurity? That felt horrible. But his escapism— it wasn’t— he wasn’t intentionally avoiding them— in fact they were all he thought about during those moments.

“Doll, of course not! Your support is more than enough. It’s always been enough. Even when I’m away, I think of you. You’re enough. I swear” He insisted as he reached out, placing his hands on their shoulders and pulling them in closer. They turned to face him and looked up, the upset clear in their expression.

“Then why didn’t you come to me? Why have you been avoiding me? I thought at least you’d care enough to show up for dinner so we could talk. You think of me, but can’t bear my physical presence? Why are you avoiding me so vehemently, Xyx?” They asked with teary eyes. Xyx opened his mouth to give a response, but realized he didn’t have one— biting his tongue as he felt his lover watch him— waiting for an answer. When they realized they weren’t getting one, they spoke again.

“Do you not trust me, Xyx? Do you not believe me when I say I care for you? Is that why?” (y/n) questioned. He finally met their eyes, holding eye contact for a moment before averting his gaze away guiltily.

“It’s not anything you did, I’m sorry. I promise it’s only me and my own fears.” He stated simply and (y/n) pulled away from him and walked away. Xyx followed, desperately attempting to keep up with them.

“You could’ve told me— you could’ve said anything to me, you know? You could’ve just admitted to me that you didn’t trust me just yet.” They insisted as they yanked on their leather jacket, grabbing their gloves off of their shared dresser.

“I couldn’t have— what good would it really have done, doll? Where are you going?” Xyx asked— his own frustrations building up along with his guilt. Why weren’t they listening to him? Why didn’t they just understand?

“I’m going out because I can’t stand to be here, Xyx! You don’t get it! If you told me, at least I would know that you cared enough to ease my worries! It’s better than having to feel like I’m forcing it out of you! Would you… would you have even told me if I didn’t force it out of you myself? You say it’s nothing that I’ve done— but I feel like it is because you haven’t bothered to say otherwise! I've been spending weeks wondering if you’ve hated me or if I’ve upset you because you hardly looked me in the eye at all.” They broke— their tears now freely falling down their cheeks for a few moments before they wiped them away furiously— grabbing their helmet as they headed towards the door— away from Xyx.

“I don’t hate you! I just didn’t want to burden you with that! And I… made you upset by hiding it.” He muttered, but his lover was now long ignoring him, pulling on their boots as they prepared to leave for the road.

“We can talk about it now! We can have the conversation, doll— please! We need to talk this out!” He insisted. (y/n) shot him a glare before grabbing their motorcycle keys.

“We can talk later. I’m pissed right now, Xyx. I can’t have that conversation when I’m this upset. I need to cool off— and so do you.” They insisted and Xyx snapped.

“Fine! But this is precisely why it’s hard for me to let others so close to me. This is why letting others care for me is entirely nonsensical! Never again, (y/n).” He muttered angrily. He heard a quiet huff from his partner and felt a quick kiss on his cheek.

“You don’t mean that. Eat. Take a bath. Cool off. I’ll be back and once I am, we can talk. Say what you will, even if I’m pissed, even I can admit that I still love you.” They said before pulling on their helmet and starting their motorcycle up before heading out into the dark of the night.

“I love you too… and I’m sorry.” Xyx muttered to himself as he watched them leave, heading back into the house to cool his head.

But that led to now. Xyx realized his fault in the situation. He should’ve communicated his troubles to his partner because he knew it’d always make him feel better. After the second scare with Cat— he should’ve been more reassured since they were supporting him, but instead— he was too scared to face his thoughts. Too scared to think about losing Cat that he had to fill his thoughts with anything but the situation.

And instead of indulging in his most attractive, loving partner, he fell back on bad habits. He knew he cared for Cat and long admitted that he cared for his lover— but with that came the fear of losing them both, something he felt he couldn’t express earlier. A thought that he needed to drown out completely. Though that was precisely what drove his partner out.

He was to blame, and he wanted to apologize to (y/n). But they still weren’t home.

Their phone went straight to voicemail every time. No texts, calls— nothing.

He was becoming increasingly worried. They never went this long without saying something. He knew that they told him to wait at home for their return— but it’s been far too long.

He hopped on his own motorcycle after gathering proper gear and drove out in the direction that he saw (y/n) take earlier.

He admired the view along the way. The beautiful stars framing the silver moon— the skies so dark that the trees were but a silhouette of black amongst the most scenic backdrop. He imagined that (y/n) cleared their thoughts, released all of their frustrations while looking at such a calming scene. As he rode, it was like he could see his lover in his peripheral— right alongside him, enjoying the view, gesturing him to pull over so they could take a photo.

Then after taking in the view, they’d hop right back on their motorcycle and race away and Xyx would speed up to catch them— a fun game of cat and mouse that got adrenaline pumping through them both on this empty motorway.

He distantly wondered, as he continued, if he’d be able to cheer (y/n) up by playing this game together again in the dead of night. To give them the quality time that he’d been neglecting.

However, as quickly as the thought came— it went as he was snapped out of his daydreams— flashes of blue and red, loud blaring sirens disturbing an otherwise peaceful night. The whole road was blocked off and Xyx slammed the breaks and screeched to a stop.

He glanced over the scene— his mindset immediately jumping to one more reminiscent of his workplace. An accident— a car and…

And a motorcycle.

His heart dropped, rushing to properly stop his motorcycle as he rushed to the edges of the scene. His chest tightened— the words “dead on impact” floating amongst the first responders. His whole world was teetering on the edge of a complete collapse as he neared the scene— and then he saw it.

(y/n). Lifeless on the pavement— confirmed further by the paramedic hovering over their lifeless body. Their body— covered in cuts and bruises— bloodied, but not beyond recognition. He could recognize them anywhere, but he so badly wanted to deny it— it wasn’t his lover, they promised they’d always be with him.

It couldn’t be (y/n). He couldn’t lose them. Because if he lost them— it’d mean having to face the most painful part of caring so deeply for someone.

Losing that person. Losing the one that you love most in the entire world.

He tried to get words out— tried to mutter their name— but all that he could manage was a quiet sob. An officer was by his side instantly, glancing over to the paramedic that held his lover’s phone, the two seeming to exchange a look and a nod in what he assumed to be a silent confirmation of his identity.

His knees felt weak and he collapsed. With him came the downfall of his world— of his entire life. His ears rang loudly, but despite that he heard the officer apologizing for his loss— explaining that his partner had been in a head-on collision with a drunk driver.

An accident they could’ve never survived. One that took them from the world instantly.

Xyx glanced once more over at his partner’s body and being closer now confirmed it. It was them.

He let out a loud sob— drowning out any words spoken to him as he keeled over, crying out his their name in desperation.

“Please don’t leave me! I didn’t mean it— I love you! I love you more than anything! Please come back! I can’t— I can’t do this without you, doll. Please.” His voice cracked and each sob shook him, tears streaming and dripping down his face.

They were gone, though. His cries were left unheard by the one person he wished could hear them. His lover— (y/n)— the light of his life, the one he could confide in— the one who he pushed away. They had been understanding— willing to sit and have a conversation with him despite the pain he caused them— they wanted to reconcile because all they cared for was that Xyx was happy.

But Xyx couldn’t hold onto that happiness— because it still slipped out from his fingertips when he needed it the absolute most.

Why had he fought with them? Why had he come home late— why didn’t he just talk to them about his troubles? He was scared of losing them— and if he had just admitted that, he wouldn’t be forced to face that fear at this moment.

There was no going back and it was his fault.

He sobbed. More than he had in his entire life. There was no bringing his lover back. He wish he’d gotten to tell them— tell them that his thrill seeking adventures had been nothing reckless— he wasn’t off on a ride— or out water skiing— or even doing meaningless tricks on his motorcycle— not at all.

The adrenaline pumping activity had been ring shopping. Because despite his fear centering around losing (y/n)— they remained ever present in his thoughts. Despite the fact that he had foolishly forgotten his own anniversary— he had only done so because he knew he wanted to spend countless more years with them. He forgot because he was busy planning to make a new anniversary for them both to celebrate.

But it was too late.

The ring sat heavy in his pocket. With it, sat the remnants of his crushed hope and his lost dreams.

They weren’t coming back. The person who was supposed to be his future fiancé was long gone.

And this lifetime was destined to be a lonesome one for Xyx. Because truthfully?

How else could he ever find someone to love as much as he loved (y/n)?

How could he bring himself to move on when he lost them so suddenly?

How could Xyx ever find anyone to replace his soulmate?

(y/n) spent their last day riding their troubles away. Taking in the beautiful scenery that Xyx himself had seen. Effectively— he walked himself through their final moments without realizing it.

At the very least, they died taking in the beautiful world around them. They died, hopefully with Xyx in mind.

Now, he could only hope that they passed knowing that Xyx didn’t hate them.

He loved them more than anything. He’d always love them more than he could ever express and his mistakes from the last weeks didn’t reflect how he truly felt. If anything, the ring he had been wanting to gift them was how he truly felt.

He only hoped that wherever they were, (y/n) knew.

That he loved them up until their final moment.

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nyxoholicwrites · 3 years ago

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"Tell me what hurt more, the betrayal or the broken heart?"

This fic is inspired by @microsoft-fan-account depiction of xyx as the secret slasher. Here is the link to the artwork! Go give them love bc their work is so amazing truly *chef's kiss*

( This is a HORROR Fic, please read the Trigger Warnings below!)

TW: murder, bit of gore, death, angst sm angst, blood, weapon usage

Implied Xyx x NakedToaster

Prompt: Everything was turning sour as the camp's terrain dripped with crimson, no one was safe. A killer was on the loose. Trust and hope were fading. Beware, nothing and no one is as they seem.

The joyous laughter at camp Bloomic had disappeared over the course of this gruesome nightmare. Friends were murdered in their wake, their breathing had lone gone quiet, an uncomfortable thought but the truth cannot remain hidden.

The chances of survival seemed slimmer by the minute as each trap laid out had broken, destroyed by the monster that preyed on them. No matter how meticulously they planned out each trap or set up, no matter the effort it took to find the tools let alone create such elaborate machinations, they all simply…broke.

The first few times it felt unusual, they thought it was a coincidence, blamed whatever god or lady luck, as if whichever higher power existed mocked their situation.

But soon, as this unfortunate circumstance continued, hope dwindled. No longer did the positive encouragement of Quest or Salo work, nor the countless jokes made by the server troll.

As each body had been discovered, new smells of flesh and blood corrupting the floors, filling their nostrils to the brim, their will faltered. Their steps no longer determined.

Hope dwindled.

Each moment felt as if the fates dangled whatever willpower they had left right in front of their noses, giving them false hopes of escape, of security, something, anything, that would say “It’s okay rest now.”

Perhaps that rest was the one provided by the slice of a sharp knife, an eternal one at that but rest nonetheless.

Beautiful, tragic, eternal rest.

…..

Toasty sighed as they sharpened their knife, over, and over, and over again. They were never one for optimism but this situation truly tested whatever ounce they had left, as if it dripped and bled out from them with each moment.

Each howl of the wind alerted them, their eyes frantically searching for something to confirm their crazed suspicions just for one singular proof of their remaining sanity.

‘If I make it out, no. Quest would encourage some positivity ugh… Once I make it out I am getting therapy.’ Sighing once more they dragged their hands along their face, pinching every corner to alert their body against the potential of sleep.

They looked at the sleeping Two2 as they snored with a light rhythm, their chest rising and falling with each breath, moments like these provided some form of comfort to their mind. They hated to take away their one peaceful moment, the one time of day where harm seemed far away but the killer, no, monster wasn’t exactly going to wait for them to be freshly rested before their next hunt.

“Oh! Xyx you’re back, I see you found the gas. I guess our next step is,” their eyes trailed off to the side, sleep threatening to take over, trapping him into a deep needed slumber, “Uhhh, where was I?”

“The next step is to repair the car right? Don’t worry, Toaster already fixed her up myself.”

“ Thanks for doing that, I can barely keep my eyes open let alone fix a vehicle.”

They locked eyes for a brief moment, and in the small second both felt at peace as if that small glance at each other was all they needed. Though the circumstances weren't ideal, Toasty couldn’t deny the growth of their bond as they took care of one another from the danger lurking in the camp.

There were the small lingering touches, xyx tousling his hair only to twirl one strand as if unravelling him with the mere tip of his finger. Though the safest option was to stick together as a group, it didn’t help they always happened to be the ones alone, especially that one time where xyx-

He shook his head, the fatigue was getting worse by the second, sleep felt so close as if he could grasp it and never let go but the ever-growing terror of the grotesque possibilities kept him awake.

His thoughts travelled to the bodies of his friends, the lifeless look in their eyes, the bruises on their bodies outshining their pale skin, and the blood… Oh, the blood…

The thick crimson substance formed pools of red around the corpses as the iron stench filled the areas, their life source surrounding him as if threatening to take him spelling out his fate, his doom dyed in crimson. His thoughts travelled to the bizarre ‘X’ near one of the bodies, then his mind flashed to another ‘X’, and finally the third and most chilling ‘X’.

Previously he thought it was a mocking symbol from the killer, marking the floors with his signature, one to mock them for their attempts of saving everyone, and even Xyx agreed it couldn’t have been anything else.

Xyx is intelligent, a lawyer, cunning, surely he knows best, surely he-

The blood in his veins ran cold, suddenly the close proximity of Xyx felt chilling, as though any moment he would grab them and silence the beat of their thundering heart, stopping the bile rising in their throat. The acid burnt his throat as he swallowed the fear, summoning whatever courage he had left and he hoped.

He hoped he could save Two2 and get the hell out of there.

“Xyx, I’m gonna go investigate the truck with Two2, I’m sure a walk,” he gulped, fearing he would stutter even a single word, “ The cold wind will help you know, get the uh, circulation flowing.” FUCK.

“ But love, you are tired, I can see you practically dozing off, how about I take them with me hm?”

A hand made its way to their shoulder, never had his touch felt so cold and chilling as if a blade was being dragged against the blue fabric. Fuck is that a knife?

A cold sweat fell down his face as the sudden warmth of the brunette's body felt infernal, how could someone so hellishly hot feel so cold. He could feel the devilish smirk that grew behind and he finally glanced at the object on his shoulder, it was his hand.

He feared every breath and step he took, feared every word that would betray his growing terror.

“ Love~ You’ve grown all quiet on me,” He grew closer to his ear, practically tracing his lips against the shell “ Don’t tell me I have that strong of an effect on you?”

“Y-yeah! You, uh, just looked so, um good, no fine, wait what-” ‘Thank God for my terrible flirting game.’

“ Quite the charmer huh?,” Xyx stated as he took Toasty’s chin in his hand, making him look straight into his verdant gaze, “Tell ya what love, why don’t you go with the kid and see the car, see I like to play with my prey before I devour them.~”

Everyone knew Xyx for his teasing nature, and especially the flirty remarks he made towards him, aiming to see the famous crimson blush. He would push the line every time hoping to further his reactions further and further till he unravelled every string leaving his heart begging and pounding out of his chest.

The conflict in their mind was intense, the previous line would have flustered him to no end, leaving him a stuttering mess, but with the new theory in mind, it felt sinister, as if he knew of his new realisation of the crimes he had committed. Though, in his bizarre ways, he wouldn’t acknowledge whether it was true or false, which didn’t help in the least.

Curse his secretive nature and curse the day he met-

No, he couldn’t wish that, wait why couldn’t he? The man before him is a potential monster, a murderer, he killed his friends with his own hands and hid the blood behind his back, managing to convince and manipulate the game in his favour-

This won’t be easy.

“Earth to Toast~. Cat got your tongue? I know I’m handsome but to think I have this effect.” The smirk sent chills down his spine, running his blood cold, and he knew he had to finish him off. It felt right, and yet there was the tiny flame, now a mere spark, that still spoke true of the feelings he held for the monster before him. But with a newfound determination, he knew that those before him deserved better.

They deserved revenge for all the pain, tears and anguish they felt because of this monster.

“Sorry, let me just wake the kid up, after all of this I need some rest haha.”

“ Of course go ahead, love.”

It took every ounce of strength not to hasten their steps, they knew him to be observant, they could feel his viridescent eyes behind their back, not when they have come so far will they risk failure, not when so much has been already lost.

If they couldn't save the others…

They promise to save Two2.

Slowly shaking the slumbering figure, they urged them to wake up in a quiet tone, instructing them to follow him into the dark of the night. With a faltering step, they stood up and followed him into the night, yawning with every step of the way. As the wind began to howl they inched closer and closer to him as if they sought shelter from whatever lurked around the darkness.

As they approached the red truck, though the paint had chipped and the rust decorated its surface, it gave them the slightest of hopes of escape. Toasty gazed at the tired figure and the rosy vehicle and though they hated to part ways, leaving them on their own, they knew the battle was his to fight.

He lived enough, saw more things than them, made a fortune, fell in love… Surely he had achieved all he could with what time he had left. Though the small spark of human selfishness begged him to drive away and leave xyx to rot here with his sins, he thought of all the people that died. Their screams haunting his mind, reliving their pain as they passed on alone, on the cold ground with no one to hear their pleas.

He knew he would regret living on, knowing he left that monster to take more victims, more hopeless terrified victims. Would he truly call that living? No, he couldn’t, he wouldn’t, he knew revenge was going to take place and if it happens to be done by his hands then so be it.

He will put that demon to rest. That cunning, handsome, devious devil.

So haunting and terrifyingly beautiful, his Icarus who had flown too close to the dangerous luminous rays and fallen like Lucifer into his eternal madness.

He grabbed their hands and fell onto his knees, as though begging them for forgiveness, knowing his next words will hurt them, but they were young, so full of life. He won’t let them die of his mistakes.

“Listen to me Two2, I know you won’t forgive me for this and I frankly don’t blame you, but I have to do this. Listen, and listen closely, you will take that red truck and drive the fuck out of this place okay? Do not look back, I will be fine. You are truly one of the most genuine and sweetest people I know, live a good life for me okay? Don’t give up, live on. If not for yourself do it for me and those that couldn’t. Life is shit I can’t say it isn’t but it's also so great so please, live on.” Slowly he took off his necklace, the jewel glinting in the luminescent moonlight as he carefully placed it into their hands, clutching it tightly inside their fist.

As he looked up he felt the drip of tears fall onto his pale skin, looking up he saw them crying, grabbing onto their hands, they too fell to their knees, clutching onto him tight.

He felt warm and safe, their lifeboat in a troubling sea, as the waves shook their very core he stayed and saved them from the dangerous tide.

“ W-What about xyx? I can’t leave the two of you alone with whatever is out there!”

“ I know this won’t exactly make the situation better but I have to be honest. Two2 I think he killed all of them. I don’t know why, frankly it's been killing me, but that’s not what’s important right now. So again-”

“No! I won’t leave, please let me help!”

“ Two2, please! Just this once, I need this small favour okay? Please just go, drive off. I will be fine okay,” he clutched their hands, indicating at the item in their grasp, “ This necklace will be my promise to you that I will be okay, so take care of it for me. Please.”

“I-I fine, I promise! I will keep it safe and you will get it back when we see each other.”

They hugged him tightly, fearing to let go of their lifeboat but they promised, and so, mustering all of their strength and courage, they let go.

As Toaster grabbed the machete from the dark red bunker, they felt another tight hug around them.

“ Careful! I could’ve hurt you!”

“Sorry, sorry! I had to.”

He stared at them affectionately, turning to offer them a stern smile as he ruffled their hair for the last time. Fuck, let it not be the last time.

“ Thank you Toasty, you are the best brother I’ve had.”

“You too, don’t miss me too much okay? I promised I would be back. Deal?”

“Deal.”

Slowly the red truck drove off into the distance, disappearing into the depth of the towering giants of the forest. ‘At least he is safe.’ Sighing they walked in the opposite direction, turning back from their haven and back into the cold depth of hell.

“ Time to face my demon.”

…….

“Oh love there you are! Ahhh I see you have found out my little secret, tragic, the fun was just beginning.”

Their eyes burned holes into him, they couldn’t believe they used to love him as he actively deceived them, playing the role of the helpful friend. A true wolf is hidden in plain sight.

“ Fun? FUN?! Are our friends dying by your hands fun?! What happened to you, you lied to me! You told me lies while you hid the knife behind your back. You, you, YOU SICK FUCK!”

“Now, no need for insults, I know you are angry. Really, I get it and I frankly don’t blame you but you just don’t understand. See I didn’t want to hurt any of you, well initially, let alone kill you but something in me just… snapped. See it began to feel like a game you know? My curiosity and entertainment needed to be satiated, so I provided it.”

Their eyes widened further with each statement, bewildered at his logic, no, to call that logic was mere insanity. Delusion fits better.

They flashed at the past events, each sleepless night, days spent without proper nourishment as they struggled to survive. Suddenly they saw figures behind him, staring back into their souls. He blinked.

They were gone.

And he lunged.

The two began to duel, though both their lack of experience was evident, the fight for survival was stronger than any prior combat knowledge. They lunged and evaded, panicking at their fate, fearing each swing he took at them. His crazed look shook them to their very core, it didn’t feel human, there was no glint they used to adoringly gaze at, decorated with a charming smile.

They gazed upon him with a determined look as they clashed and clashed till the last of their strength was dying out, their body screaming for rest and so, they staggered.

And he pushed back.

He knew they were tired, he knew they would struggle after a few minutes, fuck, he knew everything.

Toaster tried to go on, wanting, craving to finish him off as they begged internally to whatever force controlled their fate for this one final victory.

But he couldn’t even have this.

Their back hit a tree, and he cornered them like the predatory wolf, waiting to pounce on his prey, but he didn’t.

Worse, he moved closer to them, tossing their weapons as if their weak struggles were nothing. With laboured breath they glared at him, huffing to catch the last of their adrenaline for an ounce of strength. That’s all they needed, strength.

“ Listen, Toaster, love. I’m willing to forgive you for this…attempt…and I extend my offer for you to join me. I truly do care for you, sure it's not love,” deep down, it hurt them to hear this declaration, no matter how much they wanted to deny it, “but at least it's something right? After all of this pain and suffering, don’t you deserve some comfort hmm?”

They spat, hard.

“ You forgive me? So I should just accept our friends' deaths like that huh? Well, my answer is no, nein, no, nyet. Not now, not in a thousand years, never. You should be punished for what you did.”

“Only if it's you dealing it~. Sorry, it's just so fun playing with you I can’t help myself. Oh well, your funeral friend.”

Clutching their chin, he forced them to look at him, staring into the deep verdant voids others would call, eyes.

“Tell me what hurts more, the betrayal or the heartbreak?”

Adrenaline is truly a fascinating hormone, it makes you feel stronger, alert, capable of facing the danger ahead and fueling the natural fight or flight response that remains in any animal species.

No one tells you what a great distraction tool it can be.

They hadn’t felt anything, not a pinch, not even the entrance of the blade. Seconds felt like minutes as the dagger exited their chest and with a peck on their cheek xyx whispered “Rest well love, you were an excellent player but your heart beat for the wrong man. I promise to visit, let that be your reward.”

The scarlet liquid continuously flowed, and with that, he left as though the crimson river carried him away. With each breath, the stream flowed stronger than before, staining them with a gruesome colour. As though a small droplet they began to fall, taking comfort in the hard wood behind them, embracing the sharpness of the bark.

He began to whisper, “ I’m sorry everyone,” he could taste the mixture of the metallic blood combining with the salty tears paving small trails along his pale cheeks, “ At least I could save one…”

A loud shot was heard accompanied by an orchestra of curses, they tried to concentrate on the frantic footsteps ahead, as the sounds of the mud splashing overpowered each stomp.

They felt a small warmth surrounding them, a small hope amongst the growing darkness, leaning into the touch suddenly unafraid or perhaps unbothered to know whether it was friend or foe holding them so close.

Small echoes of “Please wake up!” began to chant as if a continuous melody but to beg for a response in return was fruitless as all sense of self began to fade from their body and soon there was nothing but the small cold drops of water falling and falling into the endless stream of red.

Finally rest.

Beautiful, tragic, eternal rest.

….

Wails of grief echoed throughout the forest as they clung to the lifeless body below them. “Please Toast, please wake up! I can’t be the only one please!” They begged but it was truly effortless as deep down they knew no response could be made.

“ How do I check your pulse!? Is it here or here? Please say something!”

They began to pound on his chest, aiming to wake whatever life he had left in him. But to no avail.

There was blood on their hands, staining them with the life essence of their friend or foe, they were too confused to know.

They could still recall the recoil of the gun and that was all they could truly remember.

“You promised…”

….

Though in life they never became lovers, in death their blood formed a scarlet river, joining their hearts in an unwilling bond of fate.

It didn’t matter if it was fate, love, murder, or all at once, all of them were cruel in their tragic ways.

….

Two2 woke up with a scream, sobbing and clinging to the comforter around them. They begged to grasp whatever warmth they could, providing the necessary comfort after a gruesome nightmare.

Breath quickening, they frantically touched their abdomen as if searching for an inflicted wound, a sign of death spelling their doom, but there was nothing.

Soon they began to breathe deeply, in and out, in and out, calming their mind after the nightly terror. With two steps, escaping the safety of their bed, they searched their bedside drawer, offering a small smile as they grasped the crystal necklace.

It belonged to their friend, no, their hero.

“ I’m sorry Toasty, I know you aren’t here well, maybe you are. Personally, I like to think you possessed this necklace…Stupid I know but…it helps.”

As the necklace found its new owner, the small jewel decorating their neck, they clutched the necklace tightly, reminiscing of their final moments together.

They began to hope for a better and safer tomorrow and soon they drifted away into a deep rest.

Beautiful, hopeful, transient rest.

AN: the silent hill 2 soundtrack is so good like genuinely relaxing for a horror franchise I questioned if one track was lofi, also immersing myself into a fic and then literally giving myself the chills? more likely then you think

Thank you for reading, have a wonderful day lovelies!

#bp xyx #blooming panic #bloomic #xyx #bp nakedtoaster #nakedtoaster #Binged sandman its so gooddd I def reccomend it

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