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Die, my dear

Sara x reader!

Spoilers for chapter one and hinted ones for chapter three.
Idk if this is angst or like nothing.
I don't remember EXACT wording used in the game.
I'm sorry Sara might get a bit ooc but I really like this idea and wanted to do it with Sara.

Word count: 969

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Y/ns pov

I walked into a room that had a lot of people in it. I scanned over all of them with my eyes. They all looked cool but a girl caught my eye. She was so pretty! she had ginger hair and was wearing a uniform. I walked forward letting them take notice of me.
"Well looks like everyones here." A man with blonde hair said. Everyone started introducing themselves. After that was done we decided to split in groups and look around. I went up to Sara the girl with ginger hair.
"Hey, Sara do you mind searching with me?" I asked her as she turned around at my voice.
"Yes of course." She didn't say that with much enthusiasm probably worried or scared.

We first found ourselves in a bar. I looked at the board which said who could and couldn't drink.
"Wow, even here we can't drink." I joked looking at Sara. She simply smiled at me and giggled. I'm glad, I thought she would look gloomy forever.
"Oo Sara?" I looked at Sara.
She looked back at me as we left the bar.
"Yes, y/n?"
"What do you thinks going to happen?" I looked down and away from her. Great now I'm the gloomy one.
"Well, I don't know. I can't know. Honestly, I would do anything to survive wherever we are."
No one said anything to that but I wondered why she used the word survive.

As we walked into another room we saw to doors and a dart board. My eyes lit up, the room looked so cool!
"Wish we had a dart for the dart board." I smiled at Sara. We entered the room that had a blue door. There were several other people but we went on searching anyway. I saw something behind a chair. I reached for it and found it was a gun and bullets. I quickly hid it in my pocket and had me and sara leave. We walked to a cafeteria which no one else was in. I sat on one of the tables.
"Sara, I'm tired of walking around. Can we take a break for a minute?"
"Yeah, I would appreciate that too." She sat next to me.
I decided to tell her about the gun.
I pulled it out of my pocket.
Her eyes widened. Probably should have warned her before I took a gun out of my pocket.
"Sara sorry but I found this in the one room with all the chairs." I showed her it was unloaded.
"I found some bullets with it too." I pulled those out of my pocket.
"May I inspect them?" She asked.
"Of course!" I handed her them. She looked at it for a minute.
"Is that your natural hair color?" I poked the side of her hair.
"Yeah." She smiled at me before changing her focus back to the weapon. I wonder if she was seeing if it was a trap or something.
"Your hair's very pretty!"

"Y/n can I keep this?" I thought about it, she probably didn't trust me with it which is fair. At the same time do I want to trust her with such a weapon? Quite a problem either way.
"Yes, but please don't shoot me!" I quickly shouted out.
She laughed.
"Of course I won't."
I exhaled,
"What a relief."
"Now, should we continue searching?" She suggested.
"Yep!"

I sat hugging my knees on the floor in the classroom. We've officially gotten trapped upstairs, yay. I saw someone enter in the corner of my eye.
"Sara!" I chirped excited to see someone I trust. She walked over to me and sat down besides me.
"Hi y/n. Are you feeling any better? I noticed you were not feeling well earlier." She so nice! I'm glad I became close her while we've been trapped in this death game.
"Yeah, a little."
"Y/n I must ask."
She looked at me very seriously.
I gave her a curious look basically asking her to continue.
"Would you do anything to survive this death game?" She grabbed my hand.
"Well maybe not ANY-thing but a lot of things." I responded.
"Fair." She mumbled.
"What about you? How are you feeling?" I asked her changing the subject.
"Tired, scared." She said bluntly.
I looked to the side.

I felt something cold pressing on my head. I looked back at Sara. She was much closer to me breathing in my face. There was the same gun as the one I found on the first day on my head.
"Sara?" I yelped clearly distressed.
"Sorry y/n. Like I said I would do anything to survive." She said low and in my ear.
She switched which hand was holding the gun to get closer to my face.
"Wish it wasn't too late for you, my love." She spoke softly. She's acting so... Strange. Not like Sara. Somehow I understand she wanted to survive and she was so good at it, I can't blame her.
I felt sudden pressure on my lips. Sara was kissing me. I for some goddamn reason kissed back even at gunpoint. It got rough for a second but she pulled away for air. After she caught her breath she said,
"Goodbye y/n." She smiled at me
"Goodbye Sara." I smiled back. No resentment.

Darkness, nothing left, she really did pull the trigger. Funny. I wonder were she got (a) bullet(s)?

GAME OVER