Lost Library of Absolute Fucking Horror (Whumptober 2024)

DAY 21: Bitter Memories

THEME: Body Horror
PROMPTS: Tattoo Gun/ Spirit Possession/ "Let the bedsheet soak up my tears"
PROMPTS USED: "Let the bedsheet soak up my tears"
SUMMARY: Rui recalls the exact moment he found Tsukasa. Despite the blond himself picking up all the remains of Rui's already shattered world and tenderly piecing them back together with a smile, it was the star himself who had broken it once more.

And Rui didn't know what to do.

WARNINGS: mild body horror or smt htis isnt very good becaus ei have no idea what tsuaksa looks like but he isnt a fucking skin suit so i cant just describe Cyntessa form MD

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"Rui."

He remembered it.

He remembered it oh, so well.

"Oi, Rui.."

Too well.

The memory was burned into his mind.

"Rui, come on."

Every time he closed his eyes, he could see it.

What.. what happened to him. What he had become-

"RUI!"

The director gasped, shooting up in his seat. "H-huh- yes-?!"

He whipped his head around, his heart pounding heavily in his chest from the shock. His gaze landed on a familiar ginger, bent over and frowning with a concerned expression on his face.

"Dude," Akito began, nudging Rui. He walked over to the other side of the table, taking a seat right across from him. "You've been zoning out for the past, like, 20 minutes. Didn't even wish Nene good luck or anything."

"Ah.." Rui blinked rapidly, gulping. His throat felt dry. "Sorry- did she leave already..?"

"She did." Akito nodded. "10 minutes ago."

"..Oh."

Rui looked off to the side. After what the two had just seen... he didn't know what to say. He wasn't sure if he could say anything.

His thoughts were a mess. Scrambled, like his messy garage that he left months ago ever since the apocalypse began. But they had taken multiple trips back to gather materials- so Rui was quite confident in it being completely deserted by now. But this scrambled mess, unlike his room, was not welcomed.

Rui didn't like having all his thoughts being all muddled and jumbled. Then again...

He wasn't sure what to do.

He wasn't even sure what he was feeling right now.

Akito shook his head, sighing. His hands were neatly folded atop the table as he leaned back and spoke.

"Is this about... Tsukasa-senpai?" He asked carefully. His expression was grim.

He looked just as distraught as Rui did. Only difference was, despite being quite the hothead, Akito seemed to be handling things better- or, at least, keeping his cool and concealing whatever he was really feeling about the situation.

Rui bit his lip, avoiding Akito's gaze. It would be good to talk about it, and he wanted to, but at the same time, Rui was scared.

He didn't want to remember what happened to him. He didn't want to remember what he looked like. What he had been turned into.

Yet, still, Rui nodded slowly.

"Yeah," He whispered.

Akito narrowed his eyes. "Do you think he's infected?"