Fun Sessions W/ Glitchy and BK! 2/2 (TORTURE WARNING, HOSPITAL WARNING N STUFF.)

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Mirror's POV

As I saw a huge chunk of Yearbook's top left tip fall off, I started kicking and crying, filled with anger and sorrow. I didn't even get to propose to her yet Glitchy what the fuck?! I cried. GLITCHY, I DIDN'T EVEN KISS HER YET. I desperately tried to escape, the voice of Yearbook's cries and screams fueled me to break the thing Glitchy used to prevent me to speak. Beer keg scoffed and slashed my flower and outer frame of my mirror, now it's stained in blood.

"What the fuck you bitch?!" I said, irritated by him. I didn't have the energy to scream, I just wanted to cry. "Thats what you get for not shutting the fuck up!" He mocked. "You bitch." I said, sobbing.

Mirror think straight, how do you escape this torture session with Yearbook from Glitchy and Beerkeg? I've repeatedly beaten myself up to think, planning isn't my strong point, but I use it when necessary. THINK BITCH, THINK! I looked up again and saw Glitchy going to more brutal stuff,(a slow beating isn't good) he glitched out a bat, and started hitting Yearbook's face, he seemed like he had no morals at all at this point. 

Yearbook's POV

"What are you gonna do next?" I gasped through the hits. "Something better!" Glitchy beamed. "I'll let you out, but try to find a way to escape from me!" They grinned. Then they got out a gun, I couldn't identify it but I think its a pistol? Then they removed the slab I was stuck onto, then I fell to the cold, rough, hard floor. Then Glitchy shot my leg and started cackling, catching me off guard. What the fuck. WHAT THE FUCK?!? I glanced over to Mirror, closing her eyes, she clearly looks uncomfortable. I limped over to the stairs, slowy making my way up while Glitchy stood in their original place. As I got up to the second floor, Glitchy then started walking up the steps with a sinister smile, I was crawling and limping over to Mirror.

"Hi." I gasped. She looked at me in tears. "Yearbook, please escape." She said, teary. "Not without you," I tiredly smile, leaning onto the chair. Then Glitchy's footsteps became louder and closer, I winced then bit the rope which tied Mirror through the chair. "Can't wait to see you fail." Beerkeg mocked. "Shut up you crazy drunkard!" Mirror cried. As they were arguing, I actually managed to bite off the rope. "Mirror," I calmly said, "let's escape." then Mirror free off the rope and stuffed me onto her back, the lovely fruit bat then teared the entrance open and tried to climb out, protecting me with her wings. Then Glitchy shot Mirror's leg and she collapsed on the stairs, "You bitch." she hissed, grabbing me. "Good teamwork," Glitchy clapped. "but now you are on your own." They then shot me in the head, coughing out blood everywhere. So this is how I die, Mirror was tearing near me. not even gonna fucking propose to the person I love! I cried.

"Nonono," She panicked, "It's okay, maybe we can meet again, somewhere, new." I smiled. "Don't you want me like I want you?" She cried. "Don't you need me like I need you now?" I looked at her face, a red stained Mirror. "Rest tomorrow but tonight go restless," I gasped. "All you gotta do is just escape this shithole." I smiled.

"I love you, Yearbook." She sobbed in my arms and then flew out with a broken leg, everything fading away.

Mirror's POV

I arrived at the nearest hospital, collapsing onto the ground. They took me in. I woke up in a room, the tv open as I slowly sat up I saw that coin competing in the show same as me watching tv, he looked sad and tired. I miss Yearbook already. "Hello there." He forced on a smile, "You don't have to smile, but wheres your boyfriend? The uh fire object." I wearily asked. He then stopped smiling at stared at his blanket, then he started tearing. What? "Glitchy." He cried. Oh, OH, Glitchy, YOU RETARD! "I.. I'm.. I." I stuttered in fear and realisation. "It's fine, do you know how you got that scar?" He wiped his face, pointed at my outer frame, covered in banages. I sighed, "Glitchy" I winced. "He took away someone I was gonna propose to be my partner." I then covered myself in a blanket. 

Hes been through the same thing as me, maybe we can get along, but we will never forget our dead partners.

Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyy now i need to make video sighhhhh

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