Hermitcraft Hunger Games

Epilogue #2 (False)

For reference: this happens the day after "Day 5."
TW: Referenced self-harm, blood, injuries, self-hatred.

False was sitting atop one of her skyscrapers gripping her arm when Cleo flew into view.

"Hi False," Cleo said as she landed, tilting her head slightly before composing herself. False looked up.

"Oh, get it over with," False mumbled.

"What?" Cleo asked.

"I know you've come to get revenge on me, just get it over with," False sighed and uncrossed held out her arms to reveal countless cuts and bruises.

Cleo's eyes widened. "False, my gosh..."

"This one is from Bdubs, this one is from Iskall, this one is from myself... And this one too... most of these are from myself," False mumured.

"The others hurt you? Who hurt you? And while you were hurt?" Cleo burst out.

False sighed again. "No, Iskall only cut me lightly, I think it was on accident, actually, he was very apologetic... I made it deeper. Bdubs didn't see that Iskall had hurt me, he was just mad at me, rightly so, and I let him hit me, and the rest are only what I deserve."

Cleo grabbed False's wrist, causing her to wince slightly, and looked straight into her eyes. False looked away, slightly uncomfortable, but Cleo pulled her into a hug. When Cleo finally loosened her grip, she said, "No one deserves this, False."

"I know, and especially not Grian, but I did it! I just... tortured him... and he was screaming but I kept going... I kept going! He didn't deserve it! I deserve far worse!" False's voice rose into a yell and she pulled away from Cleo. She jumped off the skyscraper.

False saw Cleo jump off. She seemed confused as False dived and didn't pull up. Too late, she realized that False wasn't wearing an elytra.

False hit the hard concrete of one of the hexagons that made up her base. She twisted last-second so she wouldn't die. Dying would heal her, and she deserved as much pain as possible.

Cleo's scream was the last thing False heard before the world went black.

False awoke to the feel of the hard ground on her back. As I deserve...

"False?" said a quiet and worried voice.

False looked around. She was with Cleo inside her own city. Cleo had seemingly brought False inside to the closest thing she could find; a random hallway.

False sat up and looked at Cleo. "Hi," she said, looking down.

"False, please don't hurt yourself," Cleo said, tears forming in her emerald-green eyes.

"I hurt Grian far worse than this," False muttured. "He did nothing, and I-"

"Don't hate yourself! We were all-" Cleo tried to comfort False.

"Sure, we were all in the same Games without wanting to be, but did anyone else torture someone? Did anyone else murder nine people and cause two more deaths? Oh, yes I kept count! I know everyone I killed! Cub and Scar, sweet and innocent people, stabbed. Hypno, randomly killed by my arrow. Tango, shot without question. And Impulse, killed by Wels on my orders. Iskall, stabbed, just because he didn't want to betray his friends. He was being good and loyal, and I murdered him for it. Wels, betrayed, dead because he saw what I was doing and tried to stop me. Bdubs, killed by Mumbo when I forced Bdubs to hurt Grian! Turned evil by ME. Mumbo, stabbed, just to get to Grian. And then Grian... I tortured him, Cleo. Tortured him. For what? What right did I have? None! But I did it! Xisuma, loyal Xisuma, who wanted nothing but to defend the other hermits. Stabbed, straight through the heart. Just because he was in my way... again... and then I killed Grian. Killed him. Tortured and killed him, Cleo... I'm a monster. I deserve death. I deserve far worse than death. I'm unforgivable, I hope no one wants me because they deserve better than a MONSTER like ME!" 

False was crying and screaming by the end. Cleo sat in shock, unsure of how to help her. She knew parts of what had happened, but clearly everything weighed heavily on False.

"I can't be around anyone. No one is safe from me. Grian will hate me. He should. They all should. I don't deserve their love. I don't deserve this world..." False continued.

Cleo looked False straight in the eyes and said, "Why?"

False froze. "What?"

"Why? Why did you do it?" Cleo continued. She knew fully well that this was not what you were supposed to do when someone was acting like this, and Joe would have killed her, but she wasn't any good at therapy, so she just decided to be blunt.

It was a long minute before False finally replied. "Cub and Scar snuck up on me. I was panicking and the Games had just begun. I reacted out of instinct. Then I was scared and I didn't want anyone to sneak up on me again, so I was trying to hit people with a bow so they'd stay away,"

"Well, that sounds like just a normal PVP fight, not really very hard to imagine why you'd react like that. Others would have done the same, I'm sure, you're just a good PVPer so you managed to come out on top," Cleo reasoned.

"Well, that part isn't the unforgivable part..." False continued. "Tango and Impulse. I wanted to win. I wanted to take out threats and they just happened to be there. I needed to kill them because that's what the games were about!"

"Well, even Tango and Impulse's deaths weren't really horrible, you were just hunting people, which is normal in an arena battle like this one. They were in the wrong place at the wrong time," Cleo said.

"I guess I didn't do anything really bad until day 5... that was when I became a monster..." False began to cry. "I don't want to be a monster..." she whispered, too softly for Cleo to hear.

"Day Five, what happened?" Cleo prompted.

"We found the Architechs... I was mad. I felt bad for killing my friends. I hated Grian for putting us in the arena. He was weak, defenseless... I went for his wings. Instinct, I guess... so the creature can't fly away... hunting lessons. Everyone was shocked. I didn't even realize what I had done until later... Iskall didn't want to side with me, so I lashed out at him. I just happened to lash out with a sword, the sword that killed him... And Wels, he didn't want to side with me, so I was mad at him too," False assessed the battle.

Cleo smiled slightly. "Good job, you're realizing why you did it. Keep going, Falsie."

"Alright. Then Bdubs was siding with me. I was happy about that... But Mumbo killed him, so I killed Mumbo in retaliation. Then it was just me and Grian. I was mad, I hated him. I wanted revenge. I saw his wings, hurt, like the birds I would hunt when I was training when I was younger, and I forgot he was a person. I- I- attacked him, tried to hurt him. Xisuma and Stress came and I left, because I was confused and I didn't know what I was doing. Then I watched them, and I realized they were helping Grian... he was being helped, but no one seemed to be on my side anymore. No one on my side was alive. It wasn't fair. I... killed Xisuma. Then I killed Grian. I guess I started to see reality a bit because I saw Grian as a... a... an animal. He was hurt badly and it was nicer to put him out of his misery... I think I let Stress kill me. I didn't want to realize what I had done..."

"Good job, False," Cleo bit her lip. False let herself cry, let Cleo wrap her arms around False. Them suddenly she realized how horrible she was...

"Oh- oh- he was hurt and he had friends to comfort him! He was happy like this and I KILLED HIM!" False screamed, pushed Cleo away, and ran out of the building. At least she was wearing her elytra this time...

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Um... I meant for this to explain how False felt and then it became False angst... Well, now you get a part 2, yay! (I hope you liked this-)

I am open to ideas for what should happen next!