Ironstrange one shots

We all go to hell

TRIGGER WARNING
(Attempted?) suicide and violence
No actual death

Thank you to my friend Joey for beta reading this (keep in mind there may still be mistakes)

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//yes// //no//

//no//

//n#//

//%#//

//yes//

//you've decided to try again//

//running simulation//

Stephen woke silently, staring at the ceiling above him with immediate disinterest.

He swung his legs off the bed and rubbed at his eyes, trying to fight off the feeling of nausea.

He looked around the room he was in, the sight was familiar but it made him feel discontent.

Gun in the bedside drawer.

Money hidden in a safe under the floorboard.

A long forgotten engagement ring hidden behind an empty picture frame.

He stood and walked to his bathroom, not bothering to look at his appearance as he took off his clothes and stepped into a hot shower. He attempted to clear his mind and held his hands under the water.

Wait. Where are my s#@&$

//error #375 rebooting//

He attempted to clear his mind and held his hands under the water. There was a nagging feelings in the back of his head but he pushed it away.

He finished his shower and walked back into his room, towel around his waist and he picked out a suit.

After he put on his suit, he grabbed his gun and tucked it away then exited his room. He was immediately greeted buy the two guards that stood post outside his room.

"Doctor." They said, inclining their heads.

Stephen nodded in greeting.

A young woman walks up to him and Stephen stops in his tracks.

Cr#+s%!ne?

//error #937 rebooting//
/is this supposed to happen?/
/I'm just doing what they said/

A young woman walks up to him, she's holding a piece of paper and there's hints of a tattoo on her neck.

"Doctor, the boss asked me to give this to you." She says. Stephen takes the piece of paper.

Break the game

Stephen looks back up and sees &?%#!?£##

//system restart: please wait//

/there's something wrong with the coding/
/what?!/
/someone's messing with our systems/
/start lockdown, we need this to work/

//system restarted: thank you for your patience//

Stephen wakes slowly, searing pain shooting through his head.

He sat up with a groan and clutched his temple. He looked around the room with a familiar feeling of discontent.

Gun in the bedside drawer.