(I DO NOT AGREE NOR SUPPORT CAPTAINHOWDIE'S ACTIONS. THIS IS MERELY OUT OF BOREDOM.)
"ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ᴵ ʷⁱˢʰ ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ˡᵉⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐʸ ᵛᵒⁱᶜᵉ ˡᵉⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵉⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐʸ ᶜʰᵒⁱᶜᵉ."
You have fallen victim to the Enigma Of One-Sided Friendships and his troubl...
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It was time to restart.
Randal had to restart this cycle. He needs another go at trying to save her again.
He needs to restart his mind. That's where the corruption is at. He needs to put an end to the spread to retrieve her true identity back. He needs it badly.
But what caused it? Was it him? Was it her?
All he could think of was the things that left her mouth.
"Randal, I hate you so much for forcing me to be here, sometimes I wish death upon you. I'm sorry. I feel disgusting admitting that, but it's the truth. I was fascinated by you. The way you acted, the way you had so many stories to tell me, and the way you made me feel like the most special person in the dream world that you created for me. But you ruined it all. You ruined me. You ruined yourself. You knew that you ruined everything but look at you. Walking around with a smile on your face not caring. You came to the dream world not caring. You came back from the dream world not caring. You're the one who doesn't care. You make me so sick that I could die. I wish things could just go back to the way they were before, but I don't see how they could, not after the things you and I have done to each other. We hurt each other and we both knew what we were doing. We were never made to become something together. Not lovers. Not friends. Not enemies. Not acquaintances. We weren't meant to be anything. And to all those people who read this are stupid for thinking that we could be something more. We ain't gonna be something more than just pure fiction. Every one of you is all clueless and dumb in the head. How could you imagine something that isn't possible? You are all vile. You all need to wake up. Now."
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When you feel the need to blow your brains out, you need a good enough reason to do so. Randal's reason, to put it simply, was her. She was the reason why he wanted to blow his brains out. It was a way of escaping reality. The way of restarting progress. The way of setting himself free. But from what?
Was he setting himself free from himself or her?
Randal needed a reason. By the time Luther had unfolded the truth about Randal's mindless intentions, Randal marked it certain that it was time to set himself free.
What Randal does know is that he can't let go of Y/n for she is someone special. The only one who can make him feel whole. The beautiful creation he created with his imagination.
What he doesn't know is that he hurts her. Not physically, but emotionally. He restricts her freedom by simply forcing her to stay with him. He never changes the route she takes in his mind and is forced to experience the same outcome over and over again without any way to stop it. All the events are caused by Randal and everyone else is inferior, including her.
Oh, how he made a mess of things.
But surely he'll be able to fix it this time, right?
And if he fails again, he'll blow his brains out.
Nothing like a little imagination would do the trick.
