All For the Game Oneshots

"We're the same you and I"

Prompt: Aaron has a nightmare the night he got back to palmetto state after killing Drake.

Inspired by Epic the Musical's Scylla. Also shout out to my friend who both encouraged me with this and gave me the idea of a certain scene.

Trigger warnings: past rape, medication induced mania, trauma, abuse, stabbing with a sword, Drake spear, blood, body horror, monsters eating people.
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Blood rained down on him. It covered him, his hair was stained with the darkness and he tasted the metallic mess in his mouth.

The racquet came down again and again as Aaron took the bastard's life over and over. Blood and Brain matter sprayed him as he bashed the man's head in.

Laughter came from the bed. Aaron couldn't turn and look, if he did he would be sick again. He already felt nauseous enough.

"Andrew" he heard Josten say, checking on his twin despite the fact he should be the one doing it. Aaron should be checking on Andrew.

But he didn't. Instead Drake rose again and Aaron brought the racquet back down, harder this time. The cockroach needed to fucking die.

"Die you bastard." Aaron yelled, and hit him again. Bile threaten to escape but Aaron somehow stopped it. Though the idea of throwing up on that cunt was appealing.

This time Drake didn't get back up. His body was still and a bloody mess. His face didn't even look human.

The laughter died, like a switch. Like it was connected with the dead man. And maybe it was. Maybe Andrew's pain had always been linked to him.

He turned to see Josten wrapping a blanket around Andrew, he was sitting up despite the pain he was in. Josten was careful with him at least.

Aaron attempted to say his twin's name but it came out a mangled mess. It seemed to do the trick because Andrew noticed him and demanded he come over.

Andrew didn't look like Andrew. He was paler than usual, a touch of green with nausea. Blood and bruises decorated him. Aaron went to hold him.

That was a mistake. Andrew started to choke on vomit and Aaron helped Neil push him forward so he could throw up.

"Andrew" Aaron said, watching as his brother sat back up to hold onto him.

Everything spiraled. Blood, laughter, Andrew. It was as like a twister. Memories flashing around him until Aaron fell to his knees.
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It felt like hours before everything settled around him. He was in a dark room, or what he assumed was a room.

There was no furniture and Aaron couldn't tell if there was even a door. He moved to see how close he was to a wall, the floor beneath him creaked.

It was a strange creak. Like wood but no where Aaron could think he could be would have wooden floors. Other than court but it wouldn't sound like this.

Lights appeared as if by magic. But Aaron had stopped believing in magic when he was a kid. If there was magic in this world; then why did Aaron suffer so much? Why did his cousin? His brother?

The lights were torches Aaron realized with a start. The handles were made of wood and flames burned brightly from the top.

It was almost blinding.

He wasn't in a room, but on a ship? An old looking ship. Aaron couldn't recognize the flag since it was shredded.

"What the fuck?" He muttered. "No but actually what the fuck?"

"Hello" a voice made Aaron jump.

He looked over the side to see his brother. Andrew was wearing a strange tunic like thing, his arm bands the only familiar looking material on him.