Voltron Langst Prompts

holy water, could not help you now - langst wip drabble

(The drawing above does not belong to me, and the creator of it is sheyrogo on DeviantArt if you want to go check out more of their work!
The drawing did play as my main inspiration for this writing piece.)

Basically how this book will go, this'll be where I dump all my Lance-centered (or general Voltron angst) writings that are either unfinished, or don't fit within other stories.

With that briefly being said, enjoy!

Warning For Chapter:
Gore, graphic depictions of violence, vomiting, blood and organs, violent death.

I really enjoy writing gore in case you couldn't tell.

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As soon as she founded the corner, the green paladin was greeted by a grotesque sight. She choked on a cry, resisting the urge to vomit as her hands clasped over her mouth, whether in shock or an attempt to not puke, she wasn't sure. Her brain wasn't functioning properly at the moment, as the only thing she could think of was the graphic image of her friend laying there on the ground.

Lance was dead. Ripped apart like prey, his organs and ribcage exposed as if he were just a mere science experiment. His intestines hung out like strings, most of his organs looked although they fell out or just disappeared, probably taken by some sick scientists for future tests, or maybe they were eaten. It almost looked like he was mauled by a predator, who proceeded to devour his organs before leaving.

His eyes, oh god his eyes; they were dull and glassed over, wide in terror, mouth opened as blood still seemed to ooze out.

Pidge didn't realize she had been sobbing until she found herself to struggling to see or breath, choking on cries as she stepped back, almost as if she were still in disbelief, shocked over the horrific situation. She couldn't believe it. Lance was dead. Lance was-

Suddenly, Lance's neck cracked; Pidge cringing at the unsettled sound, this didn't sound like those usually achy neck cracks, it sounded off and... wrong. As if the entire situation was wrong enough.

And then, his arm twitched, and then his legs, and his hands. He was jerking around as his body cracked to life. Pidge was unable to look away, invested in the scene before her, she then turned over and puked, feeling grossed out, conflicted feelings overcoming her. She didn't want to watch anymore, and yet, she couldn't help but look over once more.

Lance seemed to be readjusted his crooked spine, snapping back in place as he slowly began to stand up in jerked movement. His eyes rolled until they slowly focused on the floor, before going to stare at his shaking, bloody hand. He looked down, appearing mildly surprise at the sight of his organs hanging out, blood and... some other sticky substance covering his once white armor, staining it a crusty red-brown, and... a sort of blueish-green.

"What the actual f-ck." Pidge choked, eyes wide as Lance's snapped towards her instantly, causing her to shiver uncomfortably, backing up slowly.

"What the f-ck?" She repeated, as that was her only thought at the moment; what just happened? One minute, Lance was dead, insides thrown about; and the next minute, he was standing in front of her, alive.

'Pidge?' Shiro's voice snapped them out of their staring contest, as the paladin blinked in surprise, she completely forgot about the others.

'What's your status right now? Did you find Lance?'

Pidge struggled to find her voice, whimpering softly as Lance's conscious corpse continued to stare at her with its cold, dead eyes.

She swallowed as she answered, trying her best to keep her voice steady but it couldn't help but shake, "I'm fine, but Lance... oh god." Her voice cracked, wavering at the end, her whole body shook as she took in heaving gasps.

'Pidge? What's wrong?' Shiro's vice became urgent, laced with worry and anxiety. 'What happened to Lance?'

"I don't know," she heaved, "Whatever this... thing is, it's not Lance."

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And that's as far as I was able to write, because I'm pretty stupid on how exactly to continue this.

If you liked it, please leave a comment! They help a lot with motivation!
It's open for critiquing, as this is basically a draft and not a completed work.