"oh hello, Error." C2 greeted, glaring at the skeleton. Error glared back, nudging Cross to get up. "1t's my turn." He said, pushing Cross out the door and sitting in the seat.
"Hello." She just stated, already disliking this person greatly. "Why w@s Cr0ss pl@y1ng @ g@m3 w1th y0u?" Error questioned, leaning backward in his chair and staring at the strings with a strange look in his eye. "I've never played a game before, so he insisted I play this one." She just responded, pulling on the strings once and leaning back.
"What's it matter to you?" She asked, ready to break out of these strings and kill everyone here.
Starting with Error.
"1 m@d3 th0s3 str1ngs, y0u kn0w. 1 c@n m@k3 th3m t1ght3r-" A sudden pain shot up her arms, making her scream out in pain. "0r 1 c@n l00s3n th3m." He finished, and she could feel the strings loosen.
A little too much.
She moved her arm down a bit, just in case he decided to make them tighter again.
Because the pressure on her arms was different, she could transform her arms again.
But she didn't want Error to know.
She knew that the time would come for her to escape, so she waited.
She glared at Error harshly, as if he cared.
but the truth is, he does.
He cares so fucking much.
But Nightmare told everyone in the castle that she was not Qwen anymore. She was not the sarcastic, loving girl they all knew.
She was a straightforward, hating girl. If she was a human at all.
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Error was standing up, looking around the room, really bored. He was staring at a random painting, trying to figure out the weird stars and triangles.
C2 knew this was her chance.
She silently formed her swords and cut the rope.
Grabbing a piece with her hand, she walked behind Error and raised the rope.
But hesitation struck at her core. She could easily escape, and not let the whole castle know of a death that might be committed. But he caused her pain...
She decided.
She ran towards the door, not caring if she made any sound.
All she knows is that she had to get out of here.
The hallways were also familiar, and that annoyed her to high heavens.
Until the first turn came up.
A faint feeling told her that a good exit went to the left, so she followed it.
Every turn, every bend, she knew it.
She didn't know how, or why, but she was grateful for it either way.
Another bend came up, and her feeling told her to go left, but another feeling told her to go right.
The left feeling was strong, almost lead by emotion. There was light coming from it...
The other side was dark, and the feeling was like someone telling her, ' It's kill or be killed'.
C2 went right.
Emotions will lead her into trouble, even if it's right...
There was a window in this hallway, and C2 bothered to look outside it.
She was on the second or third story, so she needs to find the stairs...
A feeling told her to go left in this little hallway, and she did.
There was a small staircase, leading down into what looked like a library.
She's always had a knack for books, even though X only let her read one. how to dispose of a body. Was the title for some reason.
It was filled with little notes written in sloppy handwriting, and a signed -S~C- next to every note.
She's gonna figure out what that means one of these days.
She quickly walked down the long aisles, looking around herself to see if anyone was following her. She reached the door and opened it carefully.
She peeked out carefully, careful of anyone to see her.
When she knew the coast was clear, she stepped out into the hallway and took a right, knowing this familiar place. The door right there is the 5th pool... That's a bathroom, and that's the 18th torture... room...
How did she know that?
Frowning, she took a left and...
There was the lobby.
The big black door was the only thing separating C2 and finding X.
There was not a single thought of hesitation when she ran forward and grasped the handle.
Pulling it open, C2 tried to run out, but something held her back. Nothing was near her, but some strong emotion begged her to run back, into the castle...
The same strong emotion that tried to lead her to some sort of light-filled hallway.
But the question is...
Should C2 take it?
Should she run back in, to the people that tied her up???
Something inside of her told her...
"Yes..."
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You're Not Bad (Reader x Bad sanses)
FanfictionGwen was always able to see the good in people. Not the blinding kind, no, she could see even a glimpse of the good in others. Even if it was just guilt for killing. She has met so many bullies, and almost all of them have been 'cured' of their bull...
