mias world oneshots/short stories

sad dead world

big warning, attempted/successful suicide (haven't decided), depression, self harm, murder, and once again whatever the fuck lyer is.

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world had done it. well- he hadn't. lyer had! lyer tangled him up in his string, and used him like a puppet. if he wasn't already crazy, he'd say he'd gone mad, but he's already insane somehow... he had killed a kid. he did it. that's what he knew, he knew he did it and that he had to escape somehow. king would be horrified- or just sad for mia. maybe he had seen it coming, after all, world woke up a lot screaming.

where was lyer? he was holding him back just a second ago... maybe he had given up on stopping world. poor world was hyperventilating, but had ran out of tears to cry. his eyes just... stung. looking up at a tall tree, he memorized where in it was in the park, and ran home. all world had to do was get a knife, a rope, and maybe sleeping pills. he would have options then! why was he laughing? why was the insane depressed little brother, with no life, laughing after having killed a child?

...then he heard calm but firm footsteps "what are you doing? the kid is already dead, you don't need a knife. unless you're feeling regretful?" world whipped around, locking eyes with lyer, who was leaned over him with string ready. lyer hadn't decided if he wanted world dead or not, and world knew that, so he was taking his chance. he started walking out of the house with what he needed. "shut up, lyer, i'm going back to that park." "she's already dead. do you want to join her, world?" he sarcastically gasped, following along beside world. the demonic thing always sent shivers down worlds spine whenever he saw him.

finally, world was back at the tree. he climbed it, and took a couple dozen sleeping pills, waiting until he was feeling sleepy and droopy, then...

slash.
he cut a deep cut into his left wrist.

slam.
he twisted the knife around in his right forearm.

and then finally, he tried to jump, his vision darkening as the sleeping pills took effect.

lyers pov
i was watching world do his thing. this wasn't part of my plan, but i didn't mind the bastard dying. i did feel bad, i considered him a friendly... associate. but that's just how it goes, i was looking forward to seeing his face when he appeared as a ghost.
why do i feel sad? yes, a couple times we've laughed at the same thing, and a few more times he's talked about life to me, generally when nobody else would talk or listen to him.

so i grabbed him before he could finish what he was doing, took the noose off and dragged world to his home. world was surprised, and honestly, so was i.

worlds pov
why did he feel like he was being dragged? was this what the afterlife was?? it felt familiar. wait, no, it was just lyer. but he didn't look normal. his sadistic smile was a confused and grumpy frown, and he was being very gentle while dragging me back to... my house?! king would find me- and then they'd find out what i did to mia, and i'd get put on the death row. this wasn't good- i deserved to die, but he won't let me. lyer dumped me down on the steps of my house and knocked loudly on the door, kings light turning on, before he disappeared. then, it went black. i heard worried voices, and maybe some sirens? i want to sleep... i'm going to go to sleep... maybe lyer isn't actually emotionless....

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i might write more about this, tell me if you want world to live or not in the comments
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