When Violence Ensues: Slenderverse Short Stories.

Story Fourty Five: Miss me, Miss me, say that you miss me.

WARNING: Knives and wounds and blood mentioned. Be safe!!

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Sitting on the couch in his living room, Vincent sat with his head in his hands. The television in the room was covered in a thick blanket of dust, as well as the coffee table and the shelves that delicately lined the walls. This room was as lifeless as Vincent felt. Everyone the glasses-wearing male cared about was gone. Again.

Was anything ever going to be any different?

So much for alternate realities and timelines and different versions of yourself, because Vincent sure as hell felt like this was purgatory and it would be simply a continuous loop of horror and agony- and loneliness. The loneliness that ripped his psyche apart and forced him to sit in silence and remember. Remember the best days when the EverymanHYBRID channel was just created and the first few videos were uploaded. Remember the innocence they had, the fact they watched horror movies for fun and then just like that- they were violently thrown into a world worse than the horror movies they loved so much.

A world none of them could have prepared for in any shape or form. The closest form of preparation that they did was the fact Evan collected knives. However, even that backfired when HABIT got involved. They were torture tools; toys to that vicious entity. Used to tear Jeff apart, mentally and literally.

Vincent considered himself lucky that he was still physically in one piece.

Yet here he sat; choking on his emotions and thoughts as they collided and threatened his rationality. Would being torn limb from limb be better than this? Most likely, a part of the dark haired male told him- while he took in shuddering breaths as tears escaped his eyes. He was so tired.

Tired of the memories, the lost memories. He was tired of the blood that stained his hands and blurred his vision, not to mention the fact that he was absolutely fed up with the silence. The silence that should have been filled with laughter and happiness, and a baby's bubbly chuckles.

Instead, it was silent. The type of silence that caused Vincent's ears to be flooded with a ringing constantly- a silence that was somehow louder than any other sound that polluted his mind. Sobs escaping his throat as he quivered violently, Vincent ran his hands through his hair and gripped his now ruffled hair tightly, pulling on it as he wept profusely.

There was nothing left. He had nothing. Not even his memories, because they were that shattered and jumbled with time gaps that he didn't know if he could trust himself. After all, he could barely breathe most of the time due to the heaviness in his soul that weighed on his body like lead.

Why was everything so heavy?

The dark haired man was sitting on the couch still, struggling to regain composure as the tears flooded down his cheeks and soaked his hands as he wiped them away furiously- controlling his breathing as sobs wracked his body.

There was nothing left anymore. Why was he the only one still here? Of all people to still be left- why him?

Vincent wished, it was an awful thought, but he wished that he wasn't left.

As this played in his mind, a familiar voice grabbed his attention from the doorway, "Hey man, still crying on the couch?"

Head whipping up to look to the doorway, the distressed male's eyes widened in shock as he realised and processed who was speaking to him. Surely, surely he was suffering from delirium- some form of hallucination. Even more likely, maybe HABIT decided to fuck with him a little bit more.