A/N: Requested by worldofcrossovers517, and it's actually "Loving and Caring turned Obsessive M4A1 x Bullied and Neglected Engel x Loving and Obsessive Claire. (Lemon / BSDM)"
(Engel sat in the corner of his classroom, his eyes fixed on the window as his mind wandered far from the lecture echoing in the room. The world had become a cold, distant place for him. His friends—Lana, Abbie, Bubbles, and Claire—had been his world, his joy, and his family when life at home had felt like a burden. But now, they were gone. The tragedies that had stolen them one by one haunted him every day, leaving him in a prison of grief and loneliness that felt inescapable.)
Engel: It should have been me...
(Lana and Abbie had been the first to go, victims of Miss Circle's twisted plans. Bubbles, his cheerful, goofy friend, was torn away in a horror Engel couldn't even bring himself to think about—cannibalized by the cruel hands of Oliver. And Claire... the one he had loved the most, the bright light in his life, had been murdered. Alice, alongside Zip, Edward, and Oliver, had set her up. The betrayal was too much to bear. They took everything from him.)
Engel: Everyone... Abbie... Lana... Bubbles... Claire... I'm so sorry... I wasn't there for you. I wasn't able to save you...
(The laughter from Oliver and his gang at the back of the classroom pulled Engel from his thoughts. He watched as Oliver grabbed his phone—his phone—and began mocking the games Engel had once enjoyed. Girls' Frontline, his favorite, the game that had given him a small escape, was now in the hands of the very people who had made his life unbearable.)
Oliver: Hey, check it out! This loser plays waifu games. No wonder no one cares about him.
The mocking laughter around him grew louder. Engel could feel the anger bubbling up inside him, but it was mixed with the deep sorrow that had been festering for months.)
Engel: Give it back.
Oliver: What are you gonna do, Engel? Huh? Come on, try something.
Engel: I said... give it back!
(With a cruel smile, Oliver slammed the phone to the ground. The sound of it shattering echoed through the room.)
Oliver: Oops. Guess it's broken now. Just like you.
Engel: Just leave me alone.
Oliver: THEN BEGONE!
(The final straw had snapped. Engel felt the last pieces of his heart crumble into dust. He was done. With a hollow look in his eyes, he walked away, ignoring the continued taunts. They had wanted him gone? Fine. He would give them what they wanted.)
Engel: Fine.... Have it your way then.
(The rooftop of the school was quiet, save for the soft hum of the wind. Engel knelt at the edge, his hands trembling as he held his gun, a rosary wrapped around his fingers. Tears streamed down his face as he looked up at the sky, where he imagined his friends watching over him, waiting.)
(The weight of the gun in his hand felt heavier than anything he had ever carried. He closed his eyes, praying for forgiveness from his friends, from God, from himself. The thought of reuniting with Claire, Lana, Abbie, and Bubbles gave him a twisted sense of peace. He just wanted the pain to end.)
(The door to the rooftop burst open, and he heard shouting—teachers, Oliver, and others rushing toward him—but it was too late.)
Miss Bloomie: NOOOOOOOO!!!
(Before anyone could reach him, Engel pulled the trigger.)
(The loud crack of the gunshot echoed in the stillness, and the world went dark.)
