Now's Your Chance!!! Spamton x Reader

Bonds

It's dark.

Perfect, silent darkness, stretching in all directions. Still, there's something comfortable in this strange void. For the moment, at least.

It doesn't last long.

A wrongness creeps along your spine. It's like something is always just out of sight. Slithering at the edge of your awareness. Stalking ever closer. Laughing, but without noise or breath or existence at all. 

You turn until you're dizzy trying to confront it. You're being watched, being ridiculed. But where? What's going on?

Another turn, and this time, you find something.

An acid pool. 

It bubbles soundlessly, invitingly. Green and violent. 

Hungry.

You try to step away. This is wrong. You don't feel safe. Something's happening around you, and you can't possibly understand. But that's not true, is it? No, you know what you did.

What did you do again?

Without warning, hands ram into your back, throwing you forward as if you're weightless.

And then you're burning.

Boiling liquid eats at your skin. You cry out in pain, trying to pull in air, but acid rips down your throat and claws at the flesh inside. You thrash your way to the surface, opening your eyes in a desperate attempt to get your bearings, but your own arms betray you. Acid splashes into your eyes, searing away the meat and blinding you. You scream. You scream and scream, and everyone's listening, but no one's helping you. No one wants to help you. 

You deserve this. Every ounce of pain, you deserve it.

It's agonizing. You can feel yourself being torn apart, dissolved in it. Acid. Hatred. Should you even fight back? You know how they feel about you. There's no future for you.

But you can't help but fight. Every time the roiling acid pulls you under, you claw your way back up again. You want to live. You want to live.

You struggle and scream, finding yourself at land and gripping the ledge above you. You can feel your skin sloughing off. You can feel it. It won't let you go numb. You know that you're falling to pieces, but the pain never wavers.

Someone steps on your hand, grinding their heel into your barely-connected fingers.

You slip back into the acid with a deafening splash.

Agony chokes you in a hot, liquid grip. You can feel yourself getting weaker. There's only so much pain a person can take before they break, and you're at your breaking point.

You're tired. 

And no one's coming to save you.

You stop fighting.

Drifting down, down, down, you lose sense of time. You never hit a bottom. It's just endless, blinding, unfiltered light forcing its way down your throat, into your ears, into your joints, into what's left of your eyes. 

It presses in on you. 

So, so tight. Too tight. Much too tightly.

 It feels like your brain's about to pop. 

The creak and pop of bones and joints echo in your mind.

You should be dead. Why aren't you dead? What's wrong with you? What's happening?

What's happening to you?

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Something sharp clamps down on your hand.