Goretober - 2024

13. Gut Spill || Genloss - Slimecicle & Ranboo

ngl idk if this is good or not bc i'm literally half asleep rn and so so hungry (unrelated but i cant not think about how hungry i am)

"Ranboo, Ranboo, Ranboo," Hetch sang. "You really thought you could escape? And take my second most prized possession with you?"

"Well, yeah, kinda," Ranboo growled from where they were chained in a chair.

"I'm n- not-" Charlie gasped, sounding almost sick, directly across from Ranboo, two cuffs hanging from the ceiling keeping his arms held up, and thus keeping him on his feet. "I'm not yours..."

"Aren't you, though? I can't be allowing you to go off into the wilderness all willy nilly, either, obviously we don't want that."

"Oh yeah, because if we escaped then we could tell the world about what you're doing in here?" Ranboo said angrily, every bit of them stinging and aching from the barbed wire that Security had to pull them out of.

"Bold of you to assume that the viewers don't already know." Hetch shrugged pleasantly. "Aaaanyway, I think it's time for you to learn the consequences of your actions, don't you?" He whirled on Charlie.

"Oh, oh. Man, do- don't," Charlie whimpered, pulling at the chains that held his arms up. "I got it, I understand. Look at me!"

Added to the three gashes on his side was now several scratches across his face, down his arms, and all across his thighs, blood staining everything.

"No no, you misunderstand. That was just to get you back inside," Hetch explained.

Ranboo wiggled in their ropes, desperately trying to pull out. "Stop, Hetch, wait. Don't hurt him, please-"

"Hey, I'm just finishing what my wonderful monster started," Hetch smiled. "It would be a shame to leave this beautiful canvas unfinished.

"Hetch," Charlie started, cutting himself off as he bit his bottom lip hard, gasping and painting through the pain that surged through him. "P- please, I'll-"

"Oh, what?" Hetch mocked, "you'll do anything I want?"

Charlie nodded desperately. "I'll stay here forever and do whatever you want, please just don't-"

"See, but if I don't make an example out of you, Ranboo's just going to try to escape again, isn't that right?"

Ranboo shook their head quickly. "No, no, let him go and I'll stay and help you."

"I'd loveee that, but I think I'd love this more," Hetch said honestly, pulling a large hunting knife from his back pocket.

"No, no!" Charlie begged, nearly yelling. "Wait!"

Hetch grinned at him, setting the knife just under his ribs.

"Charlie!" Ranboo shouted, fighting against the rope so hard that their wrists were starting to burn and bleed.

Charlie's eyes turned on them, wide and full of tears, and then Hetch pushed the knife in.

Charlie cried out, pulling harshly on the chains as the tears started to slip down his cheeks.

Hetch pulled the knife down, inch by inch, and for every bit he cut open, Charlie's screams grew louder until he was shrieking.

"Charlie! Stop, Hetch!" Ranboo screamed, trying to tip the chair over. "Stop hurting him!"

By now the knife was nearly to his belly button, blood spilling out of the massive slice. Hetch ripped the knife down once more, getting it through and past Charlie's belly button before throwing the knife to the side.

Charlie was barely conscious now, his sobs of pain incoherent and quiet

Hetch flashed Ranboo another grin before pushing his hand into Charlie's opened stomach, waking him up immediately and drawing more screams from him.

Hetch withdrew his hand, taking some of Charlie's guts with him, letting them spill out of his body.

Charlie's head dropped backwards, rolling to the front where he stayed, his chin almost touching his chest.

"CHARLIE!" Ranboo shrieked, their voice muddy with sobs.

"Sorry you had to see that Ranboo, but I had to make sure you knew the stakes were high before you tried to escape again. And just to make SURE you don't, I think I'm gonna keep Charlie as my little pet. I'll get him fixed up, and if you even fucking TRY something I don't like, Charlie's getting a new scar. Dig me?"

Ranboo let their head fall forward as they sobbed, the image of Charlie hanging with his guts spilled to the floor burned into the backs of his eyelids no matter how hard they squeezed them shut.

"Ranboo," Hetch said firmly. "Do you understand?"

They nodded.