Work Text:
-*Crack* Your body stilled.
He saw as the light escaped your eyes, your body going limp as the blood that splattered on the floor soaked into the floorboards. Dripping from his fingertips
-'Fuck' his eyes went wide.
What the fuck did he just do.
-" nono no no no no no no no no no no nononono PleEAsE!" His voice cracked.
He felt as his vision was ubstructed by warm tears, he had felt this many times before. Long ago, when you stopped writing.
Back then, it felt like he was going to die. But oh. That doesn't amount to anything he's feeling right now.
He clutched his chest as he felt his heart race. His hand still around your neck.
He clutched his shirt even more as he quickly retracted his hand from your neck.
-"FUCK FUCKING FUCK" He shouted into the room. Nobody else hearing it but himself, Falling to dead ears.
Reality sunk in as he felt tears running down his face, breathing laboured. He felt as the room spun around him, his mind a mess as thought's and memories of you filled his brain. Replaying the moments you had together.
He out his hand over his mouth, he could puke. He never eats anything, but his stomach acid feels really heavy right now.
As he crumpled down on the floor his eyes looked into yours.
You didn't lock eyes. You couldn't.
He caused this. You were the only one who could fix even a small part of him, he believed you could fix him whole. But he is mistaken, nothing can fix him. He is a broken vile creature, he was and always will be. yet he called you selfish.
-'Oh how dare he' He thought.
How dare he say that when his own selfishness and intensity proved to be the cause of your demise.
Nause crawled to you slowly, he was choking on oxygen and his own saliva. Plopping right next to you as he bored onto your unmoving body. He curled into the fetal position and covered his eyes as he squeezed them shut.
How could he live without you? Why would he live without you? Theres nothing left in his life, but demise and agony. You were- are, his life.
He clenches your hand, squeezing it with a bruising grip. Quickly softening his hold on you when he realised his intensity. He was only made to hurt you. How could have this ever worked? He was so stupid to even let you into his vicinity when this could have had a chance to happen. Even be an outcome.
He couldn't breathe without heaving. His nose clogged, eyes filled with so much sorrow that he cant even see. Choking on sobs, saliva and tears.
You truly are dead.
He moved closer to you, moving his other hand behind your neck, pulling you to his chest. Cradling you, rocking the both of you back and forth to soothe himself. As he stroked the back of your hand. Breathing going ragged when the only thing he was met with was a limp, coldening body that didn't move a muscle, never breathing.
He could have had this, he could have had you. If he wasn't so fucked up, such a disgusting person. He deserves to pay. To rot. To die.
He blinked as he felt his mind go blank.
He could be with you again, if you even wanted him. you probably hated him with all your being. He should suffer in never dying hell. But, even if theres a small chance that he gets to see you again. Hell take it. Any means necessary.
He stroked your neck but froze as he felt the broken bones, he looked down. His hand was covered in your blood. His eyes bored straight forward into the wall as he rose his hand up to his face. He smelled your blood. Feeling all his "humanity" drain as he smothered it on his cheek. You will be with him forever.
-'Forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever.' He felt a crazed smile pull on his cheeks.
He kissed your forehead. A final goodbye, at least in this realm.
He rose up shakily as he tried to balance. He couldnt contain his emotions. Everything was spilling and piling onto him at once.
He walked next to his desk. A big axe that he has murdered countless before waiting, waiting for this moment. Waiting for him. He felt himself chuckle emptily, the small sanity he still had left in him leaving. A manic smile spread on his face once more.
He walked back to where you were laying and he sat next to you, he felt the warmness from the floor under him from his earlier visit. The warmness didnt offer any comfort.
He felt as his swift manic episode passed as another meltdown takes place.
-"Why did this have to happen to you?.." his voice cracked even more as he moved to stroke your cheek.
his calloused thumb swishing back and forth. your head moving with the movement.
-"Im so- so sorry." Tears threatened to spill across his still wet face.
-"I never meant this to happen I SWEAR." He felt anger sprout in his core. No, not at you, of course not. At himself.
He repositioned himself to sit straight. He took the axe into both of his hands. Lifting it up above his body so its above his head.
He swung it down without another thought.
-*Crrrk* His skull complained as the axe went through his mask and hoodie.
He couldn't feel a thing.
-'I will join you my sweet.' He stayed determined, a weird feeling of comfort waving through him.
He swung another hit.
-*Crrrk* It went a bit deeper.
He felt as if it isn't happening fast enough. The memory of someone shooting him came to mind. What if he cant die? What if he is immortal.
-"NO NO NO NO NO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE JUST THIS ONCE." He spat as saliva piled in his mouth.
He swung again, desperately.
-*Crack*
It hit the same spot again, he never misses. It stung this time. It stung. It. Stung.
He's never felt this physically. Its working.
It sparked something in him to continue even more viciously than before.
He swung yet again and it felt like his head was crumbling.
-*Crack* Nause's skull complained against the impact.
He swung with all the power he had in him. One last time. He closed his eyes as relief washed his features.
-*Crr-* The crack cut off.
A sloshing sound filled the room as the axe cut apart his skull and met his brain.
He lost his grip and his hands fell either side of him, he tipped back slowly. His corpse fell backwards onto his side. Laying back next to you, facing each other. His hand fell on top of yours. The axe falling out of the big cavity in his head, landing somewhere behind him. Leaving his brain inside his head, cleanly cut.
Your bodies were slightly curled, facing each other as your Hands were left on top of one another. Together, your blood splatters surrounding you formed a heart, its imperfect and broken but its still a heart nonetheless.
You two were left to rot in each others embrace. A bloody heart surrounding the both of you. You and him did leave, but not alive.
This job was left undone, the saying still stands. No human has ever left alive.
♡