little tiny gen loss story

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As he pelted through the corridors, grime evident on the walls, Ranboo looked through every ajar door, seeing only grim and gloomy rooms.

Finally, reaching the two adjacent doors at the end of the hall, he realised the choice he must make. Hutch was close behind, Chat following. As Ranboo frantically tried to make a decision, he was shoved against the wall from behind.

He turned to see Hutch and Chat nearby. "Well Ranboo, seems you couldn't make a decision. Guess we'll make it for you!"

"Chat! Shall we let them live... or die?" Hutch smiled menacingly as the fear in Ranboo's eyes grew.

"But you see Ranboo, there's a twist. If you live you'll be trapped here forever, forever stuck working for Showfall Media and forever stuck in these little gameshows they run." Hutch laughed a sinister laugh.

Ranboo was conflicted as they begged the chat for his life and finally listening to what the masked man before him was saying. "Gameshows...?" he asked, intrigued by this new information.

"Oh yes Ranboo, all this was fake, a show, a simulation if you will dnd its being streamed out to the world, you know Chat? They're real people, just put into here, and Squiggles? She was real once, S her name was, a good friend of Charlie before they grew up and were... changed..."

Ranboo had no choice at this point but to beg for death, he couldn't stay in this hellish loop of life forever, this nightmare of a life would never get any better. Never.

"LET ME DIE!" he screamed and begged in the direction of 'Chat'. "PLEASE CHAT, please..." he sobbed.

As Hutch shushed him and shoved Chat back, Ranboo realised Hutch (and Chat) had made their decision.

"Ranboo... we have voted for you to..." Ranboo winced, accepting death. "die." Ranboo smiled, he was free.

The gas was released, its toxic fumes filling the room and through their mask.

As Ranboo's body hung limp against the wall he was pinned to, Hutch smiled and spun around, heading out of the house and into the LostField outside...