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Betrayal (Based off a rp)

TW - VIOLENCE/GORE, DEATH

Shk—

I jolted, having felt a sharp pain ring through my skull. It hurt so much. I wasn't sure what it was at first. Whatever pierced my skull was slowly removed, I couldn't help but fall to the floor in agony. My body fell limp for a good minute, I could see blood pooling on the ground around my head.

Something grabbed my head and lifted me up. I could see him now. .... My friend. Metro. He was an imposter, I knew that, but he was friendly to me. I trusted him. But... Why was he here? He had his mouth open,, my head was nearing his mouth?... —Oh god.

I felt my body regain movement luckily. I was able to rip away from his hold and start to scramble back. "NUH UH-" I screamed at him. The fuck did he think he was doing??

'Nuh uh won't save you.' He replied, a grin on his face.

"What do you want— why are you hurting me?!" I cried, hoping he'd only done it by accident...

'Oh, come on... Look at me in the face. You didn't expect this to happen?'

"I-I thought we were friends—!"

'With an IMPOSTER?! Really? A being, who betrays and kills, for fun and food?' He laughed at me.

I was so confused, I thought he genuinely was my friend... I replied with silence, looking down by the slightest. He chuckled down at me. 

'Oh ho, hoo... You really trusted me, didn't you? You ACTUALLY thought I was your friend!' A cackle came from him.

I felt my vision blurring as I wearing looked up at who I thought was my friend. The stab wound in my head was giving me a pounding headache..... God, being hard to kill was torturous. I could feel the blood dripping down my forehead, and the cracks spreading across my face. My hair was messy and bloody with my thick, oily blood. I could stay awake for a good few minutes before passing out, which was enough time to get medical assistance.... But I didn't want that.

"Just... Kill me, so I don't have to deal with this any longer..." I pleaded weakly, referring to not wanting to handle this betrayal any longer than I had to.

It hurt more than the physical wound... I really trusted him, I thought he was my friend. But he turned right around and,, literally, stabbed me. I couldn't take it. I wanted to die, be put out of my misery. I waited, in agony, for his answer.

'Then stay quiet.'

And that's what I did. I looked off to the distance,,, Unable to really make out anything anymore with my steadily blurring vision. This was it, I hoped. I'd not have to deal with anything anymore, not friends or family, keeping myself safe, doing tasks... I wouldn't have to worry about Metr—

—Crack.

The final blow. Last thing I was was a sharp, dark object flying at me. Then a sickening crack. I remember the last thing he said as my vision, my hearing, my senses all together, faded out.. He had a sick grin, I knew he did...

'Whoops...'