His eyes are glued to the man infront of him, and he feels his grip on the knife waver as he finishes—and he almost vomits right then and there.
BLUE knows that face so, so well, now. He’s seen it 5, 10, 200, 500 times.
Perhaps, he’s scripted to slash in the same way. Leave the same gashes. Make the same mark, no matter which Red it is.
But he’s never truly went this far. He’s never done the same—never administered the same punishment as he did to his Red to another.
Until now. The gorey sight infront of him threatens to dredge up a wave of memories he doesn’t have time for, and he almost wants to cry.
( Like a child. Like a stupid, stupid child. )
He steps back on instinct, unable to break the unnerving gaze of the other, unable to look away from his—no. No, no no. No no no no. It’s not his red, it’s not his rival, it's—
Nausea sweeps him nonetheless, and he pressed his free hand over his mouth, stomach twisting uncomfortably as he feels wetness there and wipes blood(not his not his oh god it’s not his own) off of his face.
( He ignores the way he’s unintentionally mirroring the other, who’s running a hand down the mangled flesh as if it’s perfectly fine. )
As RED steps forward, he resists the urge to step back again. There’s a sharp voice nagging at him, reminding him not to be a coward, and he does his best to heed the warning as he stands stiffly, grip on the knife tightening.
( BLUE pretends that he doesn’t notice the whispers of the world around him. Pretends that this is natural. Because that’s what BLUE is good at. )
( The nagging voice is back. Reminds him not to let his guard down. Reminds him to stop being weak. )
( BLUE is tired of having a conscious that’s so fucking annoying. He considers a lobotomy, if he gets out of here alive. )
The other’s laughter makes his grip on the knife tighten further, and his palm dully throbs with the pain of an old cut. Flinches, when he nearly lunges forward.
( That purple hue is familiar, too. BLUE can’t place why, but he can feel a headache starting to form the more he tries to remember. It’s the same type of headache he gets when he tries to think about his parents, or how growing up under GRAMPS was like when he was younger. )
( Someone tells him to shut the hell up and stop thinking so hard before he hurts himself. He doesn’t see RED’s mouth, or lack of proper, move in sync with the words. No, he’s still rambling. BLUE tries harder to dredge up a memory, something, anything to distract him from this— )
from
reality is like a slap in the face and the knife is against the others stomach an opportunity is granted to only those who succeed at something and BLUE has certainly succeeded there’s a choice presented to him but it’s muffled, as cotton fills his ears the knife the knife the knife is pointed at the man’s stomach and BLUE is not stupid he knows something is wrong something is wrong something is wrong and he should just leave and he shifts to leave and his head hurts and
and
and
and
he makes a decision.
TEARS is not a coward. He plants his feet firmly into place and stares at the others marred face, gaze flicking coldly to the environment behind him.
He can feel it’s anticipation thrumming underfoot. Waiting for an excuse.
Doubt begins to creep in first, like an annoying child nagging at an older sibling.
I should just leave. It’s better if I leave. Safer. This isn’t worth it.
TEARS is not stupid, either. He knows how this works. Turn your back, and you get hurt. You lose. Game. Fucking. Over.
He loosens his grip to where it feels natural again, scowling at the other’s pained motions. It’s ridiculous. It has to be fake. TEARS won’t let himself fall for this theatre act, this tragicomedy.
[ “So that’s how it is.” ] He speaks, letting his gaze settle sharp on the other’s body. [ “You’re at your last resort.”]
He steps forward, turning the knife over in his hand. Frowns, when it nicks him.
[ “ I don’t want pity. I came on purpose. I didn’t "stumble in here”. Not this time. “ ] He leaves no opening to inquire what ‘this time’ means exactly, as he continues, pressing the knife against the others throat with a saccharine smile.
[ ” I know about you. I know aaalllll about yyyyyou. “ ] The sentence ends in a sneer. [ ” You were a helpless little boy. PLAYERs seemed to like that, finding it a nice opening to break your game in so, so many different ways. “ ]
Anxiety creeps in, metaphorically nudging him, and TEARS shakes it off as he counts on his fingers, now stained with a fresh layer of blood.
[ “ ♀️. The Ditto Glitch. Mew Glitch. ZZAZZ. Glitch City. ” ] A pause, as he nods in acknowledgement to the world around him.
[ “..Missingno. ” ] He ignores the searing headache that pounds at the back of his head at the name, the sudden fear that rises like bile.
Tries to, at least.
A hand flies up to his mouth as BLUE shuts his eyes tight, memories playing behind his eyelids—distorted and frustratingly hard to decipher.
( You’re wasting time, his conscious nags. He could’ve killed you by now. )
BLUE swallows, flicks his gaze up to the man’s face and back down, letting the knife fall back into it’s earlier position against the man’s stomach.
( Hesitation is a virus. No wonder GRAMPS hated you. You can’t do anything right. You’ve got the chance to defend yourself, but you’re hesitating. )
BLUE really, really considers a lobotomy.
( Just do it. If you turn to leave, he’ll kill you then. He’s probably bluffing. He wants you to leave. Wants you to be vulnerable. Just like GRAMPS taught you. )
( It’s just another RED looking to take away every victory you gain. Don’t be weak now. You’ve gotta do it. You have to. Unless you want to die here, already in hell? )
BLUE inhales. Exhales.
Makes a decision.
His conscious is right. Its dangerous to do anything in this place. Dangerous to trust RED for his word. Reverse psychology, right?
BLUE won’t fall for it.
He adjusts his grip, and steps back only enough so he can swing in a wide arc.
With all the precision of a surgeon, and yet with still the force of a murderer, BLUE slices.
make blood explosion as scary as possible. "feels so good to really stretch out lol”. maybe taunt blue with The Rat. Hurt Him, physically.
