BLOODIED THOUGHTS

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third person pov

it was quiet, extremely quiet besides the breathing that harbored from the two people in the small cube. an elevator with no buttons to press. to escape such a hell, leaving them stuck.

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second person pov.

you could feel the tension that stayed in, never building up but never going down between you and your coworker. you forgot how long you've been in here, stuck in this hell hole of a room. it was small. but it wasn't that small either. it just felt that way because of how close your coworker was.

you both having your respective corners, you stare at the scissors you acquired from the vent you had to break in. it was annoying to do it but you did it anyway. your finger traces against the blade which was slightly dulled from trying to cut or carve into the walls and floor. which obviously failed from how abnormal this elevator or even place was.

you could feel your coworkers eyes burn into the back of your head, but when you turn, the burning sensation dissipates instantly. and all you see is your coworker looking anywhere but where you are, and sure as hell not trying to look you in the eyes.

for some reason you wanted to giggle, to laugh at his actions and how they seemed so timid despite your coworkers former personality before getting stuck in here.

despite your former outburst at him, he still seems to try to get close to you. you obviously shoo him off in what you think would be a more passive way, but it most certainly was everything but passive. you were being aggressive towards your coworker due to your own annoyance.

but it's not like you cared anymore. you were glad he wasn't as annoying as he was when you were both in the elevator at first. his ego was burning and you were the fuel to the burn. you simply fueled the burning ego until it was completely in flames, leaving nothing but ashes in it's wake.

you can only mutter something which got your coworkers attention but didn't dare to stare at your face ever. you liked the fear that you nearly paralyzed your coworker with.

you could hear your coworker ask you something. it was obviously pointed to you because of how loud he said it.

" what are you smiling about.. ? " he seemed confused on what you were smiling about.

as you glimpse at your scissors..or well, now your scissors. an idea clouded your mmmind as you smile a bit more. " do you wanna find out ? " you answered his question with a question, leaving him curious yet concerned. you knew your coworker would be too curious to not want to know.

" sure . . " he reluctantly answered, making you smile more as you move towards coworker who seemed worried about what you were smiling about.

" look closely at this scissors . " you said simply, holding the scissors dangerously close to the blondes eyes. who worriedly looked at the scissors. " what about them ? " he reluctantly asked you as you smile.

" this . "

you swiftly stab the other in the eye, listening to his scream of pain. feeling the others blood squirt across his hand as you lodged it deeper, feeling the tallers hands try to force you to pull it out. " if i pull it out, it'll be worse . " you threaten lightly as the blonde still tries to push you off. your nails dig into his skin as he sobs out in pain.

you smile sadistically at his pain that he was feeling from this. " you're so pathetic . " you spat out as you pulled out the scissors roughly, causing your coworker to sob out in pain. " you'd die a painful death if i lodge these scissors right there . . . " you said as you placed the bloodied part of the scissors against your coworker's neck. as he tried to squirm away.

" you were so annoying in that elevator..i couldn't have killed you because i didn't have a weapon. but now? oh god. i just can't stop thinking about these scissors being lodged into your fucking neck. "

your voice is low, it's scary. it's a complete turnover from when you first met your coworker who was now trembling in fear and pain from what you just admitted. you seemingly grit your teeth at the sight of the pathetic man below you, who was too weak to fight back. not even uttering full words. just half hearted pleas for you to stop.

" shut up . . " you say quietly, when you realize it went to deaf ears you stab the scissors into the tallers neck, causing anything he wanted to say to be blocked up by blood as you try to lodge it deeper into his neck. watching as he wailed and coughed up blood, his pleas and sobs of pain drowned out by the blood that was causing him to choke as he tried to squirm. anything to get the pain to stop.

" shut up and die you pathetic ass bitch . " was all that you spat out, voice cold to the touch as you grimace at the sight of your coworker coughing up blood in his last moments before dying. as you yank out the scissors and shake off the blood from it. rubbing the remaining blood that was on your hands, on the walls as you grimace at the smell.

as if nothing ever happened, you walk to the other side of the room. sitting down as you tried to sleep in the now quiet room, which was easy. you were glad to get rid of one other problem you had anyways.

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third person.

antag was asleep, well..partially asleep that is. in the other corner as their room reset. having colleague back alive as antag groaned at the shift, eyes adjusting to see colleague who was horrified by what happened. still feeling his neck where the scissors were lodged into.

colleague could feel the remembrance of the pain, especially in his eye which stung a bit. his throat felt sore yet watery as if he couldn't talk as he stayed quiet. not daring to ask antag anymore questions.

antag simply smiled as he closed his eyes again. falling back into a restless slumbering state.