Goretober - 2024

10. Survival Horror || Genloss - Slimecicle

cw for minor emetophobia

There was some sick part of Charlie that felt like all of this was just a game. A new survival horror for him to immerse himself in. But the rest of him knew that this was real, very very real, no matter how much he wanted it all to just be a game.

Because if it were a game, Ranboo wouldn't be trying to save him from Security right now. Well, maybe they would be, but it wouldn't be actually, literally life threatening.

"Ranboo, please," Charlie begged, yelling at Ranboo, feeling blood drip down his wrists. "Go, leave! You need to escape!"

"I need to save you!" Ranboo hissed, their hands clenched tighter around the sharp metal pole they had found.

Charlie stumbled to his feet, gasping in pain as the movement stretched open a wound on his side, blood staining his shirt.

Ranboo swung, the pole hitting Security, several wires falling loose and making the huge monster seize and fall to the ground.

"That was easy," Ranboo remarked, their voice a bit confused. Nonetheless, they rushed over to Charlie, curling their arm around him to keep him up, and started leading him to the exit.

"Th- thanks," Charlie said through clenched teeth, tears pricking at his eyes as every step they took stretched and pulled at the wound, like a shot every time.

Ranboo suddenly let out a choked gasp, their arm falling away from Charlie. He looked over quickly, nausea rising in his throat as he realized that the pole Ranboo had used earlier had been shoved all the way through their stomach, blood dripping off the sharp tip.

Security pulled the pole out and dropped to the floor, leaving Ranboo with a hole that went all the way through them. Bloodied shards of bone stuck out of the hole, likely their bottom ribs, severed intestines hanging out, trailing down their body and staining their shirt. Ranboo collapsed to the floor, red starting to pool around them almost immediately.

Charlie felt his chest heave and fought to keep his stomach in check, but his legs were so shaky that they gave out, dropping him to the floor, nearly landing in the pool of Ranboo's blood.

He didn't even realize he was crying until he heard panicked, breathy whimpers and wondered where they were coming from for a moment, until he noticed they were coming from his own throat.

Security lumbered off, and Charlie had to push down the desire to vomit yet again. See, if everything was a game, this wouldn't be that bad, some sick part inside of him thought.