sweet sounds of death [DSAF AU] (probably davesport angst)

my skin is consumed by the feeling of pain, that i surprisingly miss so much.

"old sport." dave called out.
jack wouldve been dead this time, or at least thats what he thought. this was apart of his masterplan, but not everything was going along with his plan.
what remained of jack, turned its head around to face David. he was getting used to this feeling, the feeling of sweet sweet pain, and the feeling of burning. his eyelids stayed up, his eyes focusing on the aubergine man.
with that, he wasnt breathing. Dave expected it, but not the whole moving part. Did he do anything by accident? he wondered and wondered, no fear in him whatsoever. he was stupid, yes, but the wave of disturbance of finding his beloved 'old sport' still alive after him supposedly dying hasnt hit him yet. or maybe, it had to smack him straight in the face. whatever it was, there was no thought in his head just yet. jacks mouth moved and opened slightly larger, as blood immediately poured down it. eugh.
jack wouldve responded far sooner, as his vocal cords werent damaged by the springlock, luckily, but after all, he DID get springlocked, hes not one to blame. his mouth opened slightly bigger, once again, but no sound left it just yet. dave was already getting impatient, he was waiting for the best part, and to get this over with.
"old sport, you should have told me that i was so ugly." he spoke up from impatience, having a slightly annoyed and stern tone towards the last person he had.
"hi." jack responded, which startled Dave; Jack shouldve died by now? he thought. the purple man still wasn't scared like anyone else would be; he was just getting more impatient by the second.
"why hello there, old sport." dave said proudly like the asshole he is, that was his line, after all. where his fame came from, its an important part of him and his personality.
"weve gone so far." jack muttered with all his might, he knew it was painful but oh, was he so numb. the numbness was uncomfortable, but rather better than large amounts of pain.
"why now?" he continued after some seconds of painful silence.
"no action, old sport. we better improvise." dave said, staring into the soul of jack, or at least right through him, the other man was soulless, but dave gave off the same energy when he was so stern with his way of speaking. dave started to think the situation through, after all, jacks story was rather relatable to him. being left in a world, with no escape, no matter how many times youve tried dying. youre stuck on this hellhole of a planet, as an ugly, rotting corpse. jeez, what a pathetic story.
"yeah." jack agreed, and slowly started moving towards dave. if he wanted to see the light of day again, or at least free himself, hed have to take off the springlock suit; and oh boy, was he gonna. he teared that fucking piece of metal and cloth off of himself, despite struggling with it quite alot, and pulled a pocket knife out of his front pockets, with the evil grin that could only be called as the 'legacy' smile. without any blinks, and his soul empty, he grabbed onto the wall for support as he knew it he didnt, hed probably fall and make himself an easy target for whatever sinister shit Dave could do.

leaving u guys on a cliffhanger cuz im tired