Parallel Paths (SaMS RuinxSun Ship)

Oh No

Warning: This chapter contains an attempted murder, blood, puking, strangulation, and violence.

"OW!"

I yank my hand away from the wires, rubbing where I had been shocked. The arcade machine had been knocked over during the day from an adult trying to kidnap a child (the adult was... dealt with by Fazbear). At least we had the parts to fix the torn wires and busted screen. It was something to do. 

I had already replaced the screen, so now... the wires. God forbid the wires. My fingers were twitching from the shock. I grab the electrical tape I had dropped and tried again to tape over the wires.

I hear footsteps behind me. Not hard to assume it's a customer, since the Pizzaplex was still open. It was late, so the Daycare area was closed as well as many other attractions, but the Glamrocks were preforming in the atrium. Even now, their music reverberated to my ears, loud as if I were wearing headphones. "Sorry," I say, not looking up, "but the Fazcade is closed right now due to an incident. Please return to the atrium."

"I'm not leaving that easy."

Solar's voice. I set down the tape - getting nowhere with the fixing - and stand. "Solar!" I turn to the voice. "Sorry, I thought you were-"

That wasn't Solar. It was Eclipse.

Dread made my words fall short as I staggered backward, nearly knocking over the machine yet again. Though the man was much taller than Solar, he was physically the same - dark orange hair, piercing red eyes, a face that scared most, muscled arms. Though this one was wearing a dirty white button up tucked into black pants. A dark brown acid scar peeked from his collar, riding up his neck to his lip, jutting out like the legs of a dead spider. He was grinning at me - not in a mischievous way.

"Eh-Eclipse?" I try to back away around the machine, but my legs refused to move. "What-what are you-you doing h-"

"I need to talk to you, Ruin." He seethed my name like a curse. I feel my throat tense up.

He takes a step closer. I internally beg for my legs to move. "Well, I need to do something, actually," he drawls. "You don't mind, do you?"

I try to fight the trembling in my voice. "L-leave." It was merely a whisper.

"No." Eclipse abruptly reaches out and grabs my forearm and yanks me toward him. I cry out, my voice suddenly working, and try to pry his grasp off of me. He was much stronger than me. "I don't think I will."

I lift my foot and attempt to kick against his most sensitive parts - missing and hitting his thigh instead. Still, it hurts, and he grunts. "Dammit." He shoves me backward, making me bump into the group of machines and fall to the side. The one I was trying to fix wobbled, and before I could react it falls on my upper body and head. I feel it crush and break the metal as it hits my forehead, the sharp metal stabbing into my skin. I shriek in pain and try to push the hunk of junk off me.

I hear Eclipse's deep laugh as his feet appear in the small gap under the machine, followed by his fingers lifting it. Once it's raised a foot, he kneels down and grins at me before he grabs the collar of my shirt and tries to yank me out. I quickly get to my feet and start punching wildly. I feel my hand connect with his jaw, something cracks, he yells something and knees me in the stomach. Before I can even double over, he has his hand around my throat, squeezing tightly.

The one good thing about that is the fact that bile would've risen if not for his hand crushing my pipes.

He has my feet off the ground. It feels like either my head or my lungs will explode. I kick and punch at him, though it does nothing. 

I can't breathe. 

The edges of my vision go dark, slowly fading to the middle - Eclipse's  red eyes watching life seep between his fingers.

I can't breathe...

Every movement takes my energy like a life source. My limbs feel heavy.

I can't...

His grip tightens. I can feel my bronchioles crushing, graining against my cervical spine like sandpaper.

I...

My limbs fall to my side, helpless. Eclipse's grin widens. Eclipse? I can't think of his name... Orange blur...

...

The orange is knocked to the side, the hand leaves, I fall to the floor. Air fills my lungs so fast I choke on it. I don't bother even trying to get up from my back. That bile suddenly starts to rise in my throat, pooling in my mouth. My vision barely clears enough for me to see a yellow-ish shape kneel before me and lift me to a sitting position. The orange - Eclipse - is gone.

The savior is saying something to me, hitting harshly between my shoulder blades - 5 times, a 5 second pause, another 5 times, another pause. He leans me forward more, between the arcade machines. 

I can't stop it anymore - I puke up what was my lunch. My throat burns with each gag, my body heaving. The person has stopped hitting my back and is instead rubbing it gently, pulling my hair out of the way and talking more - "You... okay..." is all I heard through the ringing.

Soon I'm just dry-heaving over a pile of vomit, so I'm leaned back again slightly. Some mutter about a cleaning bot. My breathing has become easier, and though I still cough and wheeze, I'm not choking anymore. My cheeks are wet with tears of pain.

My eyes open enough to see the angel that has saved me - Sunrise, still in his uniform. There are tears of fear and worry in his blue eyes. He forces a smile when he sees me looking at him. He takes a napkin from his pocket - he always has some on hand - and wipes my mouth with it before tossing the trash aside. His voice is quiet, but I can hear it. "You're okay. Just breathe."

"S-" I choke on the syllable. "S-Suunnnn..?"

He nods. "Sun."

I open my mouth to say something - thank him, ask how he knew I was in trouble, where did Eclipse go? - but all that comes out is a muffled sob. Sun doesn't say a word as he pulls me to his chest, my ear against his heart, and strokes my head gently. "It's okay," he coons. "I'm here. You're safe."

I cling to his upper and and bury my eyes in his sleeve. The crying hurts my already sore lungs and chest, but I can't stop it. He rocks me back and forth on his lip, kissing the top of my head.

I owed him a lot more than just a month of work.

Have never wrote strangulation before, got the idea of his thoughts slowly fading out from the book Unwind (if you read it, you know the scene.)