Trust falls

Mistakes

@GreenGelly part

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I couldn't think straight anymore. The weight of my mistakes crushed me. Grassy, with trembling hands, stabbed Basketball right in her heart. She collapsed instantly, her life extinguished in a heartbeat. It was quick - not my preferred method, but it was done. The group's reactions were a tempest of emotions: some angry, others furious, and a few disturbingly indifferent.

"It's okay, Book." Eggy whispered, her voice laced with uncertainty. "Sometimes mistakes are just.. mistakes."

I tried to slip away quietly, but Bottle, Winner and Ice cube interrupted me.

"What was that about, Book?" Bottle's voice cracked with emotion. "She was innocent, and you.." she trembled, overwhelmed. "What would Grassy think after that? Snowball, you're dead."

Bottle charged at me, her eyes blazing with fury. I didn't defend myself, fearing that any retaliation would only reinforce their perception of me as a murderer. So I sat there, enduring Bottle's onslaught. Her pent-up anger poured out in a torrent of punches and kicks. Blood trickled down my face, my glasses shattered, but I refused to fight back. They'd seize any opportunity to report me to Four.

Grassy's panicked voice cut through the chaos. "BOBBY! STOP!"

He rushed to my side, his small form quivering with concern. Bottle stepped back, her eyes widening as she took in the damage she'd inflicted.

"What were you thinking, Bottle? She's innocent! People make mistakes too!" Winner exclaimed, gently ushering Bottle away. Ice cube lingered, her gaze filled with a mixture of pity and confusion before she followed the others.

Grassy hugged me tightly, his voice trembling. "Are you okay Bookie?"

Cake approached, his voice tight with grief. "Why did you kill them?"

"Ask your BFF, Clock." I replied weakly. Cake shot me a disgusted look before leaving.

Grassy's eyes bored into mine, brimming with tears. "Grassy is not letting anyone else die!" he sobbed, burying his face in my shoulder. A pang of guilt pierced through my heart for Basketball and Snowball's fates.

As we sat there, pain coursing through my body, I couldn't help but reflect on the chaos I'd unleashed. The weight of my actions pressed down on me, threatening to crush what little humanity I had left. But Grassy's unwavering presence beside me reminded me that even in this twisted game, compassion could still exist.

"WHY, CLOCK?" Cake snapped, his voice carrying from nearby.

"I-I didn't know what to do," Clock whispered, his voice heavy with regret.

"You're lucky I can keep my fucking temper, or you'd be dead already." Cake hissed before storming off.

Grassy, his innocence a stark contrast to the darkness surrounding us, asked, "What does the word 'fuck' mean? People have been saying it lately."

I managed a weak smile, remembering how Basketball would have reacted if she were here. The thought sent a fresh wave of guilt through me. 

But you've killed her.

"I don't know what it means either, Grassy." I lied gently. "But I think it's bad, so don't say it." Grassy's face lit up with a smile, the first i'd seen in ages.

We sat there for ages, pain pulsing through my battered body. Finally, Grassy suggested, "Lets see the others." He held my hand, his touch gentle and reassuring. We walked slowly, matching my laboured pace, and entered the main area.

The scene that greeted us was somber. Our teammates mourned the recent deaths, with Bomby pacing anxiously, muttering to himself. Bottle say in a corner, wracked with guilt over her actions. All eyes turned to us as we entered.