Never Ending Nightmare (Sunsinger!Male reader)

Chapter 6 - She's Aware

WARNING: Graphic Descriptions of Death

(Short Chapter! There is a lot of Lore and not a lot of actual progress.)

(Portside Warehouse, Overview)

Six and Twelve had searched through the warehouse, looking for anything of immediate use or possible use in the future. They didn't find much that they could actually use electronics wise, but they found plenty of waterproof padding Twelve could use to reinforce the walls and ceiling of Camp Lookout.

Six had taken another glance at Twelve, he had been oblivious to her slip ups, she let a slight smile creep on her face, thankful he didn't question her further. She made a mental note to watch what she says, lest he learn something he isn't supposed to yet. She had grown too accustomed with speaking with Twelve freely in her past timeline.

Six had gained a new fascination with Twelve, this one was new to her, this loop has provided quite the survivalist compared to the last few versions of Twelve. But, she wouldn't admit that. The last few were rather below par, weak, fearful and coward-like. Very much unlike this natural survivalist she had found, who didn't hesitate in inciting violence against hostile creatures.

Although, Twelve was still as clueless as ever, and Six was very thankful about that.

It has been quite awhile since she's seen Twelve still moving, unlike her last timeline....

*Record Scratch*

Six looks at the camera, "Stop that." She says before continuing to follow Twelve.

...I am to believe she knows.

Aware even, where others are not. Even Twelve doesn't know. But I wonder if his previous versions did. If they ever became aware. That...

...Friendships with Six. Never. Ends. Well.

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The First Twelve never stood a chance before Six killed him, the Second was adept at reading people but was too weak and died by a group of kids, the Third was too up his own ass in knowledge to ever see that viewer coming. The Fourth had taken Mono and Six up on their offer and died in Mono's stead at the Signal Tower, rejected from becoming a Monster and instead swallowed into the fleshy abyss of the Tower. The Fifth made it to the Maw before dying to disease, the Sixth bled out in Six's arms after the chefs threw a knife through his chest. The Seventh was turned into a nome and crushed under the heel of The Lady, the Eighth was as unlucky as can be, not even making it out of the Forest and died due to the Hunter and his traps. The Ninth was corrupted into madness and became a monster under the rule of the Eye, the Tenth being the most successful but without powers, he drowned after several sabotaged pipes burst inside the Maw, flooding the lower floors and killing him and most of the kids. The Eleventh had his throat ripped out as Six bathed in his blood-

What would ever happen to the 12th Twelve? Would Six kill him again? Would he die of disease? Descend into madness or become a mindless viewer? Perhaps he would make it further than any other has, which would be quite the task. But to Six...

...She knows every last detail. She knows exactly how this will end. But will Twelve be able to change fate itself?

The burning fire that every past incarnation of Twelve shares has manifested into one. His Sacred Wings, His Power Fist, His Knowledge, Everything has been formed into one. Twelve Perfected himself.

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Six stopped again, looking back at the camera. This time with her shadows circling her.

Twelve stopped faking ignorance at looked back, noticing her shadows overhead. He took a step back, not certain of what exactly they were or what kind of trouble they could make for them.

Six was still staring away from him, so he got her attention. "Hey! What are you looking at?" He asked, trying to see what Six's crimson eyes were stalking, like a predator hunting it's prey. She shook her head, giving on last glance before turning her head back to Twelve.

"Nothing, don't worry about it." She said quickly.

Twelve has had enough of being told 'Don't worry about it.' By Six and he voiced this complaint to her. "No, I don't think I'll just forget about it this time. You've been zoning out and rambling to yourself about me lately and what your starting to say is thinning my trust between us. Keep this up and you can stay out of my camp." He warned, not really in the mood to argue.

Six bit her lip and clenched her hand so hard they started to bleed slightly. "I understand." Is all she could say before Twelve turned his back to her.

She wanted to do what she did to the last Twelve to the new Twelve, jump on him and tear his throat out. She knew that would work but she restrained herself from trying to kill him before he got any progress into this timeline.

Twelve's mind kept open the possibility of betrayal, it wasn't the first time someone would try it. His sharpness is Courtesy of timeline 2's Twelve, who was adept at reading people but was too weak to stop the gang of rogue children from splitting his skull open and drowning him in the bathroom of the Maw in front of Six.

His paranoia started to form around Six from then on out, his first and eleventh incarnations having being killed by Six had given him a slight itch in his fingers, the readiness to punch that cannibalistic raincoat wearing girl's face off. He knew he could take her, no matter what he was ready to take on anything. He hadn't gained the name of Big Brother in the Pale City from sitting on his ass and letting people roll over him.

He. Has. Had. Enough.

He was the best. And he will remain the best.

His ancestors demand it.

[THE SUNSINGER WILL BURN BRIGHT...]

[FOREVER!]