"SUBWAY SEAT!"
The scream stops in a sudden halt, my psyche starts to sprint down in a spiral. Subway seat's body motionless, far down beneath us. His form below crestfallen the contestants upon the poles, despair filled the air. Panic builds as each one of us begins the set in the situation. Subway seat's closest friend, Whippy creamy, a sorrowful tone bleeds into his voice
"WHA- WHAT HAPPENED!?"
"TRAY? TRAY WHY DID HIS PILLAR FALL!"
Whippy Creamy, starts shaking, his hands on top of his head, he's hardly taking this well. As he takes a stiff look at his cold, beaten edged friend. His face hardens as his nerve is shaken, his breath quivering as he begins to peck up,
"He's... he's.."
A light sob comes from whippy creamy before he suddenly halts.
"I'm going to get him."
His eyes shun down at me before he starts to leave his poll, his were eyes was fueled with resentment
"Whippy, Wait!" I snag his arm with a firm grip
"Tray, Stop it!" He starts to yank his arm out of my grasp, beginning to pull my shoulder that it starts to ache.
"ACK, Please! Calm down, we don't know what's going on!"
Worry grows on my face as I watch the distraught object fighting over our friend many feet below.
"WHAT'S GOING ON IS THAT SUBWAY IS DYING AND WE'RE WATCHING IT HAPPENING."
His breathing was heavy, his mind was fracturing under the heat, under the thought of his friend being...
I wasn't much better either.
"LET GO!"
Whippy creamy rips his arm out of my hands and starts to rush down his pole.
"WAIT DON'T-"
He still went down the pole despite my efforts, nothing I did mattered then. If whippy cream loses or maybe.. dies because of this, it will be on my hands. So as I watch whippy slide down his pole, I contemplate. Maybe he was right, I'm just standing here and watching them die.
I'm no better than the host of this game.
Whippy Creamy fingers drag down the crevices of the rough stake, his hands start to blister. His eyes started to water as he endured the pain, he let go as he landed onto the ground of the bedded grass. Quick steps as he rushed to the aid of his friend.
From above all I saw was Whippy Creamy standing over Subway Seat, shaking him, over, and over, and over.
Whippy Creamy's voice was repeating the same phrase,
"...keep breathing...."
The rest of us were solicited by his figure into silence, we watched his agony unfold.
Whippy creamy starts to slump over his friend, and he never once looks around, never to look at the eyes staring at him.
He quivers as he loses his sense of self.
His arms lay upon his friend.
He lives in despair alone.
An unwelcome voice interrupts the stillness,
"Which two fell first."
The voice was of Liam's, there was heavy breathing and his voice was.. jarringly raspy.
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Continue His Game (HFJONE Host Liam AU, Updated when motivated lmao)
Terror(Sometimes) New Chapters when I can [I am so so so so sorry ;-;] 3 years of silence. Nothing, from airy, or any warning. Left alone in our own thoughts, lost. ------------------- I've been watching them They don't recognize us I'll finish your compe...
