I blink my eyes open to silence, deafening, eerie, silence. Then I realize if it's so quiet, I should definitely hear Berwald's raspy breathing. I sit up and look around to find him still laying next to me, unmoving.
"B-Berwald?" I ask timidly, very nervous now. I receive no reply or any kind of response and my heart speeds up. "Berwald!" I scream, pounding at the floor with my fists, creating crimson streaks on the concrete. I feel for a pulse on his neck and, finding nothing, scream again, long and shrill. "BERWALD STOP! STOP THIS ISN'T FUNNY!" Tears are streaming down my face as I turn over his limp body and lay my head on his chest. My only friend left... Dead... "Berwald..." I whimper pathetically, my salty tears staining his shirt. The only company I have down here is dead. I was nearly going mad with him here, now I will surely go mad without him. I can already feel the prolonged seclusion and grief of their deaths eating away at my mind, darkening it, tainting it. I decide to avenge him when- if I get out. That's when I realize the blood on my knuckles is dry and my hands somewhat translucent. It's over.
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Fanfiction[ Hetalia fanfic based off the plot from a few different horror games all meshed together. Just a warning, it gets kinda confusing. Sorry about that. ]
