Torn

𝘛𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 (𝘖𝘭𝘥)

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❝𝙈𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙝. 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙗 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.❞

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"9..."

Your heart was beating so fast that you could practically hear it beating out of your chest. You were still digging around in your scarf, desperately trying to find a string that could get you out of this hell hole you somehow found yourself caught in. You had trouble breathing as your fans were shoved into your mouth as you ran around the windy and barren hallways, desperately trying to claw and find any sort of air through your nose.

"8..."

You whimpered a little, though the sound was quickly drowned out by the TV static that surrounded the hallways, beating and echoing off the leaking walls. Soon enough you found your needle and almost screamed in rejoice, though your party was cut short at the realization that you needed a string too. So, you went back to desperately digging around through your scarf.

"7..."

You found your last string and started to sigh in relief, only to choke on your own air. The fans from your mouth dropped and clinked to the floor as you coughed into the air, the air sucking the moister greedily for itself. You nearly doubled over as you tried to steady your breathing, clawing at the ground with haste.

"6..."

You peaked up, Killer was a small dot in at the end of the hallway, but you knew that if you didn't act fast now, he would catch up with you within less than a second. Still coughing, you dropped to your knees and ran your hands on the ground, trying to find the string that attached your fans together. Every now and then you would peak your eyes up, only to find Killer staring straight back at you.

"5..."

There was a lift in Killers voice at he slowly started to walk forward, drawing his knife along the crying walls of the halls. Sooner, rather than later, you found the string and yanked it closer to you before scuffling on your feet to get up. Once up, you threw your fans around your neck and beelined away from Killer once more.

"4..."

You tried to make haste with stringing the thread into the needle, though it was proven to be difficult as you were running. Eventually, it did loop through, causing your face to light up. Now you had a hand extended in front of you, trying your damn hardest to find a cold spot in the air.

"3..."

You nearly screamed when a TV next to you lit up, showing Q's grieving face. It quickly turned to a scowl as he turned and saw Killer slowly advancing towards you. You didn't stop to look at Q, you didn't want to end up on the other side of Killers blade after all, and continued to search for an out lying code to break.

"Dear, there's one right here."

"2."

You only trusted Q on this and raised the needle up and punctured the code, good thing you decided to trust him. You yelled a little as you dragged the needle down, the code was tough and didn't seem to want to budge. Only when you saw Killer from the corner of your eye pick up his pace into a run did you finally let out all your energy into the needle.

"1!"

Screaming, you narrowly dodged one of Killers attacks. You ducked when he swiped his knife above you, causing you to fall into the rip head first. Killer gave you a frustrated look as he tried to grab your ankle, only to miss it by a hair. You could see Q on the screen behind Killer giving you a thumbs up and a gentle smile. You didn't like that smile at all.