Replay (Dave Strider)

***Sorry for any mistakes***

Dave's POV

No. No. This cant be right! I thought to myself, running to my house. Lets just say, I heard this rumor that Bro...was dead. Of corse, I didn't just believe it unless I actually sall it myself.. I finally made it to my house, quickly running in. I stopped dead in my tracks, at the sight I saw.

It was true.

He was truley dead.

Neck slit, with a sword in his chest.

There was blood... everywhere.

I starred at him, my breathing getting rougher, I gagged as I turned quickly, running outside. The smell of fresh blood still lingered in my sence of smell.

Oh god, was it horrible.

Outside, though. Was poring rain, tears were threating to come out. No! I can't cry! Bro would be so disapointed in me if I did! I stopped running, my legs not being able to hold me up anymore. I fell. I fell to the cold, muddy ground,clutching my chest.

I can't breath. Why is this so hard? I put my hand to my heart, as I looked up, to see a gun in my face. I could barley see this person's appearence, it was all too blurry from the rain, and the few tears that had fell, without me even knowing.

"Please...Spare me.." I asked the mysterious stranger to at least put some mercy on me. Hopefully he would.

Clearly he didn't.

He grabbed the color of my shirt, lifting me up from the ground, forcing me to walk. I could already tell what was coming up, What was the point of struggling? There was none.

Next thing I knew, I was thrown upon Bro.

"B-Bro.." I put my hand on his forehead. I heard a gun go off, and a sharp pain in my chest. Before I was gone forever, I place a soft kiss on Bro's forehead, not being able to hold myself and falling on top of him.

My once full of life body, was now completly lifeless.

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It's dark.

Death, that is.

It's dark, and it's cold.

Where am I? I looked around, i couldn't see anything. It was litteraly pitch black.

"Hello?" I called out, hopeing for an answer, in return.

Nothing, or no one replied.

I called out again, this time a bit louder. This time, instead of no reply, I heard a small fainted voice, whispering , "You're dead." That voice.....That voice was so familiar. I need to know who it is!

"Who are you?" I called out, louder then before.

There was no answer. Fine, they want to be that way, I'll go ahead and go find them. I tried taking a step forward, but I couldnt.

I looked down, to see darkness, Darkness that was taking over my body.

It was building up, up every single little limb of my body. It was compleatly consuming me.

I struggled, which seemed to only make it go faster. It was like qucik sand, the more you struggle, the faster it goes. I didn't know that though.

A small scream escaped my lips, as it painfully came up my body, up to my neck, and soon it was over.

My body was now completly gone.

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I woke up with a startle. My face was sweaty, and my breathing was shallow.

That dream...

It keeps on happening, me dying by the darkness completly covering, like there's a replay button, and someone keeps on pressing it.

I wonder if this is what it feels like. Hell. I wonder if hell is always on replay, and goes on forever.

Soon enough my breathing became better, and I sat up. I slowly moved my eyes down, praying to god I wouldn't see any darkness. Instead of darkness I swore to god, I saw blood on my torso. I freaked out, which lead to me falling off the bed. I groaned in pain, quickily checking my torso again, seeing nothing there this time.

Okay... That's weird...

I pushed myself up, instantly regretting it, as an excruciating pain go through my body. I grimanced, quickly falling back down to my first postion. I held up my hand, seeing that the palm of my hand was purple, and my wrist was compleatly red. It can't be because of that dream...

Right?

I pressed my thumb on it, putting barley any pressure on it. That was one of the most wickedest pain, you could ever experiance. I screamed in agony, I sat there awhile, a long while,clutching my hand. I couldn't bare this pain.

No matter how much thi spain was KILLING me, I forced myself to get up, and jumped on the bed.

To be honest, I completly forgot about my hand, thinking straight back to the darkness taking over me. It's on of the most terrifying thoughts you could ever have. All the thought of this, caused a shive to go down my spine.

It's not real, It's not real. I repeated to my self, over and over again, but I had a feeling that I was lying to myself. Soon after a few moments, a pin came over in my stomach, which soon came over my body. I curled up in a ball, holding on to my stomach, and tried to fall asleep, but that voice was telling me not to.I groaned, throwing the thought of going back to sleep, away, and got up heading to the bathroom. I opened the medicane cabnet, grabbing the bottle of pain killers, and took two. I could feel them slowly go down my thoat.

That pain was just as worst, as the pressure on my hand. I walk slowly, and un-straight to the living room.

"Hey, Bro I-" I stopped dead in my tacks. This time it wasn't a dream. He was really dead. Same way as that dream.

NO! NO! This can't be real! But it was.

I put my hands to my hair, bending down a screaming in anger. I stopped, when I heard somehting crack. I look below me, seeing that the floor was cracking, and falling in. Starting from the walls, to the middle, where I stood.

I closed my eyes, and looked at the cieling, feeling myself plummit down.

I sall this coming.

I sall my next death coming.

I thought it was fake at first, but it's not.

I'm already dead.

And I will keep on dying like I'm on replay.

Over

And

Over

AGAIN.