YB Game Small AU! [Will be in process SOON (Currently a W.I.P.)]

Chapter 11. I Don't Regret Anything

IN LOVING MEMORY OF TECHNOBLADE!!

GORE AND BLOOD WARNING!! SOME READERS MAY BECOME UNCOMFORTABLE!

You watched as Peter held the snake. The snake looked down at you and hissed. 'What an ugly piece of shit,' you thought, glaring at the snake with disgust. Peter seemed the total opposite. He wasn't exactly acting... right. He seemed more... scary and angry at you. He reached down, trying to grab you. You tried to scurry off but miserably failed. His grasp on you was extremely tight, like he was purposely trying to kill you.

"Darling... You gave me no choice." Was all he said, in a dark tone. He put the snake back in it's cage and whispered something that came out as a goodbye to Rat. 'Was that the disgusting creature's name? Rat? Fits perfectly with that glorified reptile,' you thought, utterly disgusted. Then came Peter's squeeze again, making you unable to breathe. "P-Peter...S...Stop," You managed to get out. No changes were made, he just kept squeezing you. He FINALLY stopped and walked out of his room, leading to kitchen.

⚠️BLOOD AND GORE WARNING!!!⚠️

"If you make this harder than it's supposed to be, I'll continue to do it more," Peter said, still in a dark tone. 'What does he mean?' you thought confused. He putted his hand around you, holding you down on his counter. His thumb covered your mouth. His other fingers held everything else except for your left leg. 'Why isn't he holding them all?' you thought questionably. He looked down at you. "I'm so sorry darling," Peter said, holding a knife.

You couldn't say anything, your mouth was covered. The knife went towards the limb that wasn't covered by his fingers, your left leg. You panicked until pain took over your body. You screamed, cried, and so much more. You watched as blood dripped down from your chopped off limb. A blood puddle was spreading and some of it went down the counter. You looked at Peter and you were met with those devil-ish red, glowing eyes. He smiled crazily, like the psychopath he is. The knife was bathed in your blood. Your chopped off limb was on the counter, pale. You continued to stare at your leg, in terror and in anger. You shot Peter a glare. Probably from everything, you started to pass out out. "I don't regret anything,' you thought before everything black.

A/N:

I had a writer's block until I decided to make Peter cut off your leg -_- Hoped you enjoyed!! Love ya!! (I won't post until Sunday or Saturday next week!!)

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