Marble Hornets Oneshots

Promise

(Hehehehe I thought of this funky scenario so I decided to write it.)

Blood splattered out of Tim's mouth as a result of being punched across the face. Alex pushed himself up and onto his feet, stumbling as heavy breaths left him. He watched as Tim made a pathetic attempt to push himself up, but his body was too weak. His arms ached, head pounding harshly as he tried to think. The sound of a gun cooking filled his ears, making him freeze. "This ends now," Alex's raspy voice said firmly. Tim slowly looked, his eyes landing on the gun that was aimed at him. "What do you think killing me is gonna do?" Tim asked, shakily breathing as he locked eyes with Alex. "It's still gonna go after you."
"You're the source," Alex replied. "He's only here because of you." Tim began to feel a sense of guilt rise in him at Alex's words. "None of this would have happened if you weren't around...if I kill you, it'll stop."
"And then what?" Tim asked. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't scared. "Everyone else is already dead. You killed Jay!"
"You killed Brian." Tim froze for a moment. "I-I didn't know it was him-"
"Isn't that fucking pathetic, Tim?" Alex asked, taking a step closer and readjusting his grip on the gun he held. "Brian was the only person that cared about you, and you killed him." Tim's guilt only grew, tears beginning to fill his eyes. Alex was right. Whether he meant to or not, he killed his best friend. Alex grinned.
"Let's consider this an act of vengeance." Tim's eyes widened as Alex aimed for his head, his grin never falling. Tim flinched at the sound of a gun going off, but it wasn't Alex's.

A struggled gasp left Tim as he flinched, watching Alex fall to the ground harshly. His eyes were twice their size, heavy breaths leaving him as he watched the blood pour out of the gunshot wound in Alex's head. His eyes were stuck open, not an ounce of life in him. Tim managed to pull his eyes away from the gruesome scene, looking across the room.
Brian lowered his arm, staring at Alex with a glare. He had dried, smeared blood on his face with furrowed brows. "Eat my ass," he said with an acid filled tone. He then looked at the clearly hurt and scared Tim, his expression softening. "You're okay," he said, lowering himself and carefully setting the gun on the ground. He held his hands up as a way to show he wasn't intending to pull any funny moves as he stood, eyes never leaving Tim's. "It's over."
Tim shakily breathed, wincing a few times as he managed to stand himself up. He had an arm wrapped around his stomach, stumbling slightly as he began to tear up. He began to approach Brian, Brian beginning to do the same. He approached slowly, only rushing forward when Tim managed to stumble over his own feet and trip. He caught Tim, feeling as he gripped at his hoodie sleeves and regained his balance. He went to pull back to see if he was okay, but Tim hooked his arms under his and gave him a tight hug. Tim had his fave buried in his shoulder, beginning to cry. His body shook slightly as Brian hugged him, rubbing his upper back as a way to soothe him. "I'm s-orry," Tim managed to choked out, tightly grasping the back of Brian's hoodie as he cried. Brian hushed him, trying to reassure him that he had nothing to apologize for. He himself began to get choked up, but he never stopped trying to calm Tim.

Tim let out a shaky breath as he pulled back and wiped his eyes. Brian had a small frown on his lips as he watched his distressed friend. "Are you okay?" He asked softly, Tim sniffling as he shut his eyes for a moment. Tim pressed his palm against his temple. "Yeah, I'm just-" he sighed, lowering his head and suddenly pressing his head against Brian's chest. "I'm just really glad you're okay," he said quietly, Brian wrapping his arms around Tim and gently stroking his hair. "I'm sorry," Brian said, another shaky sigh leaving Tim. It went quiet for a moment. "What are we gonna do?" Tim asked, pulling back and looking Brian in the eyes. "Operator's still gonna be on our asses...do we keep running?"
"I don't know," Brian admitted, Tim having a look of defeat on his face. "But whatever we do, I won't leave you alone this time." Brian held up his hand, holding out his pinkie. He gave a gentle smile. "Promise." Tim stared at his hand for a moment before a tiny smile spread across his lips, him hooking his pinkie with Brian's.

(I like to think Brian would deffo. Be calm and gentle when trying to calm Tim down.)

(Also don't come at me abt Brian having practically betrayed Tim and stealing his meds- lemme have my soft boys.)