I Can't Stop... - An OK K.O. story

Asking for Help

It feels like it's been an eternity trapped down here. [I'm] just curled up in a ball on the cold floor, wishing, hoping, praying that someone will save me from this nightmare. The void has only been closing in more and more, I'm getting scared for my life... I miss him by this point. I can't bear to face him if I ever escape, but I really, truly miss him.

I keep remembering that golden elevator he used to bring me here, the way he shoved me out of it into this horrible place. The doors closing, and the elevator rising out of my reach. I hated him, and myself in that moment. I knew it was too late to turn back, he'd already made his decision, and I'd made mine. I earned this torture.

If he'd ever said this was my fault, he'd be right. This is my fault. I desperately want to apologize, but I doubt he'd ever give me another chance, he'd already given me so many.

Sometimes I look up at the endless abyss and wonder if he could hear me from down here. Sometimes, I even ask for help...

"Please! Give me another chance, I know I messed up, I wanna be better, I really do! Please don't keep me down here..."

I'd fall to my knees, crying out of fear and loneliness. This place has really messed me up. I used to be so powerful, but this void has reduced me to nothing more than a sniveling, terrified kid...

"Please..." I'd whisper under my breath. "Don't leave me here..."

And one day, a door suddenly opened as I spoke those words. Before me was that same golden elevator, with the same one who left me down here. I was still crying, but I stood still, not wanting to make a single wrong move in fear that he'd never give me any chance out of here.

"T.K.O.?" He spoke. I looked at him with tearful eyes, unknowing what he'd say next...

"I'm so sorrey I left you here..."

The words left me in shock. He was sorry for leaving me here? I expected to be the one apologizing, not the other way around... "I'm sorrey for ruining everything, K.O...." I had to say something, I had to prove that he could let me have a chance again. I'd do anything to get out of this place, and to never return here.

He walked up and hugged me, just a simple hug. It lasted a while, and I gently hugged him back, beginning to cry into his shoulder. He ran his hand down my hair in an attempt to soothe me. "It's okay T.K.O.!"

He seemed genuinely concerned about me for once. Of course, he'd never seen me like this before, because I'd never been like this before. Even as he tried to pull away from the hug, I didn't wanna let go. Who knew how long it'd be before I'd ever get interaction like this again? He spoke up about it. "T.K.O.?" He tried to pull away again. I finally got the hint and let him go, standing there with fear in my eyes. He gave me a look of concern as he tried to ask what was wrong. I couldn't even speak in fear of getting emotional about it.

He sighed, giving up on trying to get any words out of me, and grabbed my hand. We walked toward the elevator together and I watched as I finally got to leave that horrible place behind. The elevator was peaceful, yet I clung to K.O. like a terrified kid, not taking my hands off his arm for a second.

"Hey, are you okay? I've never seen you like this before?"

Silence... I couldn't even speak, I just looked away and finally let go of him. He got closer again, looking worried.

"What happened down there?"

I didn't wanna think about it ever again. I wanted to forget everything that I'd seen down there. Simply being down there had given me trauma. I unconsciously grabbed his arm again, now beginning to slightly shiver due to fear. This made him even more concerned. He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the elevator opening to what used to be my home.

Everything looked the same, except for it being generally still clean, and I was quite amazed at how little everything had changed. I pulled myself away from K.O. and sat down on my favorite beanbag chair. It was starting to feel right again. It felt like home for once. I noticed K.O. sit down on the beanbag chair beside me and continue to give me worried glances. He seemed to have given up on trying to speak to me, and quickly disappeared from the mindspace.

I jumped up, terrified for a moment that he'd left me again, but I sat back down and decided to try and make myself as comfy as possible for now. At least I wouldn't have to worry about the subconscious again...

Help, I cried writing this. Why can I end up making such emotional stories? This hardly makes sense, and yet it's still so friggen depressing. TwT