The Unkillable Simp (Roblox Pressure fanfic)

A Dead Man Walking

I knew I was a dead man as soon as I saw it. As soon as my eyes laid upon it. Not an entity that tried killing me, an expendable. Not a guard getting rid of a an unruly prisoner. A body. Just a body. A body of my best friend that is. He... hadn't gotten into a locker quick enough when the power went out for some reason, and we heard that angler thing. From that moment on, I knew from that moment on that I was a dead man. He was the one I got all my support from through my depression and suicidal thoughts after all.

"Why... why does the earth have to be so cruel to innocent people!"

 I took my flash beaten and just started hitting it into the ground. Glass shattered around, and the metal bent as I sobbed and took my anger out on this thing. I eventually got my anger out and just sat there in the pool of my friend's blood. I then sighed out shakily.

"Best I can do... to... b-bury you is in this water."

We were in one of those stream areas. We were at door thirty, and I didn't know just how hard this would get even later on. I picked up a part of my friend and threw it in. Then the next... then the next. I was covered in blood after I had finished dealing with... him.

"May God have mercy on your soul..."

I picked up the flashlight he left behind after his death and began walking. I kept collecting everything I came across like I did in the last rooms. The loose assets. It was the only thing keeping me company and keeping me sane. The lights came on eventually though. A good thing I suppose. I eventually stumbled into the door to room fourty and I opened. I then heard the... PA?

"Attention prisoners. One of our one man expeditions has retrieved the crystal from the power section of the blacksite, so it pains us to say that we will no longer be needing the rest of you."

"What? What the hell does that..."

"What this means is that we will not be sending any submarines down to retrieve you, and we will be cutting off communication in and out of the site. Be warned we will station patrols around the facility to make sure no anomalous creatures or plain humans escape. Good day."

And then it turned off. For good most likely. I had to slide down against the wall I was against and began to sob. Why was I in such a bad situation? Why did God damn me to be down here! WHHYYYY!?

"FUCK GOD WHY YOU DAMN BITCH!"

I screamed that out loud before calming myself. I just... needed to move. Keep going. I stood up, all be it very shakily, and began walking again. I got to room fifty and passed a vent that was popped open. I then noticed that the door to the next room was locked.

"Keycard."

I looked back at the vent and saw some light coming from it.

"Must be in there."

I was cold now. Just Fucking cold. I walked back to the vent and crawled through. I then popped out into a room and immediately noticed this tall fish guy packing stuff into... pouches on him?

"Agh! D-Don't kill... me. What am I doing. Just fucking do it."

"Huh. You're a suicidal one. Not like I haven't met your type before."

I wasn't dead surprisingly. This... disappointed me greatly. I know I pleaded, but really what was their left for me? I sighed audibly and asked,

"I guess you're friendly and sell stuff."

"Well, used to. I'm packing up to live this shit place behind before those patrols I heard about get into place."

He seemed more concerned on packing up a lot of what looked to be research into his bags. Barely paid me no mind.

"Take whatever. Keep the room if you want. Not like I need it anymore."

Finally he packed the last thing in his pouch and pushed me out of the way.

"Gah... rude."

"Don't care!"

He yelled as he quickly passed me. My first interaction with him was... strange. I thought though that he wasn't coming back, and since there was no use in getting to the end of this place, I closed the vent, and I searched around.

"Blankets, pillows, food for... maybe a week. Lights, batteries, and a document."

I didn't care about the document and dumped my own loose assets on the table. 

"According to the graph I found, this is... four thousand points worth of research? Wonder if that's a lot. Wasn't that hard to do though."

I then watched as the lights over head turned off. Looks like whatever emergency generators they had left were out of juice now. I just set up the blankets and pillows while using the flashlight I had to see. I then turned it off, and laid down.

"Fuck... fuck... need to find some sort of weapon or rope tomorrow. I am not living in this hell."

I hugged a pillow, and then I began to sob into it. I sobbed, and sobbed... and then slept. That was the only time I had peace and quite from the voices, the noises, the nagging, the staring, the guilt, the body, the darkness, the cold, my unchangeable fate.