October 1st: Excessive Gashes/Lacerations

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Alright, so Imma do the whole goretober thing, but I'm also gonna mix it with brotober. So expect a lot of gore-filled one shots centered around MunchingBrotato aka Tyler! I'll still be writing normal one shots coming out, but they'll take longer because these are just gonna be like 300 words each. So yeah, Enjoy~!
Warning: Will contain gore, explicit content, and horror elements? Please do not read if any of those or the description of blood will trigger and/or cause you harm physically and/or mentally. Thank you.

Blood. Blood everywhere. No escape, no hope.
Red. Red filled everything. It coated his body. No escape, no hope.
Burning. Burning from the pouring blood. It flowed freely from him. It exhausted him. No escape, no hope.
How. How'd he get here. He didn't know. He wouldn't know. It was all too much. No escape, no hope.
Voices. Voices all too familiar. They haunted him. They were trying to save him. It was too late. They were too late. The blood-
Darkness. Darkness all around. An escape, some hope.
Bright. Bright lights. They burned. No escape, no hope.
Blurry. Blurry people. Holding his hand. Promising him safety. No escape, no hope.
Pain. Pain filling the cold. His heart barely moved. His chest not allowing air. Crying everywhere-
Lips. Lips oh so soft. Kissing his own. Warming his body. Bringing him life. Safety. Life.
His escape, his hope.
His armor.
His life.
His heart.
His lungs.
His tourniquet.
His love.
His fall.
His doom.
His tears.
His broken heart.
His bleeding arms.
His haunted mind.
His death.
Those lips were ones of a dead man.
No escape, no hope.
Just death.

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