Dreamswap Oneshots

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Keep in mind that none of this is canon.

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Warnings: Self-Harm (Cutting), fucked up cult crap, blood, strong language

Ships: None (I beg of you not to ship Hacker and Bobby)

Synopsis: He let out a shaky breath as he finally got enough courage to hold the razor above his arm. His heart started thumping in his chest loudly, the sound ringing in his ears like a broken alarm.

His stomach felt heavy too.

It was strange, to say the least.

He was scared but at the same time, it felt exciting, like he was finally going to fulfill some morbid curiosity he had been repressing for a long time.

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He could not believe he was doing this.

Bobby was sitting on the edge of his bed, breath labored as he stared at the clean razor head in his trembling palm. His gaze then shifted to his clean and bare arm that was resting on his nap, an exhale escaping him.

The cult leader held up one of the members' arms by the wrist, his other hand holding a dirty and blood-tainted razor head. All the other members, including Bobby, were placed in a circle around the pair, their heads lowered on the ground.

The leader aimed his gaze at the sky as he muttered a prayer...

"May You who look down upon us accept our blood for your protection and wisdom."

... before slowly approaching the blade to the unknown member's arm.

They let out a strangled whimper as he slid the blade slowly on the entire forearm, pressing a little more with each word. Once he had reached the elbow, he stopped as the member let out a cry before doing the same thing once or twice.

At the end of the ritual, the leader approached Bobby.

He looked him in the eye, the razor still in hand. "You'll be the next to offer your blood."

Each year, someone went through that ritual.

It seemed like it was finally Bobby's turn to.

He never got to though as the cult was discovered and apprehended a few months before the ritual took place.

The leader's words had been echoing in his head for most of the time he had been outside of that place, the thought of perpetuating the ritual in his mind. Especially today. Two years ago, on that day, he was supposed to have had his blood drawn out for the deities to feast upon.

The other times, he managed to avoid it because Randy kept him distracted with small talk or pancakes and he would be too busy playing Minecraft anyway.

But today Randy was not home, he was running some errands and he could not play Minecraft either, his computer had broken down.

Which meant that it was just him and his thoughts.

As a last resort, he would have gone to annoy Hacker but when he burst into his room earlier, he was not there so he just assumed the other had sneaked away as he typically would when Randy was absent.

He let out a shaky breath as he finally got enough courage to hold the razor above his arm. His heart started thumping in his chest loudly, the sound ringing in his ears like a broken alarm.