WARNING! MY BEST ATTEMPT TO GRAPHICALLY DESCRIBE BLOOD. PLEASE GIVE TIPS ON HOW TO WRITE BLOOD. I AM HOPELESS. LET ME KNOW THE ART OF WRITING OVERLY REALISTIC BLOOD LIKE IN THE BAD CREEPYPASTAS.
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Y/N P.O.V (1st Person)
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I feel something prodding at my face.
Ughhh...
Is C/N batting my face again?
No...
It's poking me. And it's definitely not a cat paw.
I open my eyes and see V1 prodding my face with one of its fingers.
Oh. That wasn't a dream.
Shit.
"What..?"
It points at itself.
"Blood. Give."
Oh. It can talk. And it sounds like SAM Voice to Text.
Who knew the fandom was correct?
I sigh and sit up.
"Fine. Let me just... have a minute to grab a knife so I can safely allow myself to bleed, without dying."
V1 looks confused. I guess it forgot humans can die from bloodloss.
I clamber out of my honestly very soft and comfortable bed that I usually don't every want to climb out of, I just have to take care of myself, C/N, and Florp.
Speaking of Florp, I have to feed him soon.
Yeah, I'm such an ULTRAKILL fan I named my hamster Florp. Despite Florp being an orange color as opposed to the Florp's light gray.
But first, keep the robot from brutally murdering me.
I walk to my kitchen, V1 close behind me. Almost uncomfortably close. But it's probably just making sure I don't try anything.
Yep. Surely nothing else.
Nope. Nothing at all.
I walk to my kitchen and grab a kitchen knife I almost never use. It's just a small paring knife, which I have several of.
This shall be my blood knife.
I brace myself and lightly slice across my hand.
Stings like a bitch.
The dark crimson liquid leaks out of the new slit on my N/D/H, dripping down my palm and onto the counter.
I sigh and hold the now bleeding hand at V1.
"C'mon. Make this quick."
It grabs my wrist firmly and moved my hand so my palm is on it's chest, and it absorbs the blood leaking from my hand.
Ugh... I don't like this...
Feels fucking weird having a machine that could immediately kill me absorbing my blood.
But like... I've felt worse.
Like that time I told my mother I never wanted to be high again after that wisdom tooth surgery I had as a child.
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ULTRACHAOS (ULTRAKILL × GN! Reader)
Novela JuvenilY/N's favorite game is ULTRAKILL. Okay, that's an understatement. Y/N fucking loves ULTRAKILL. So when they get a weird disk that shouldn't have ULTRAKILL on it but does and starts bringing different characters from the ULTRAKILL world to Earth... T...
