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Day 24 H̷a̷l̴l̴o̵n̶e̵-̴s̶h̴o̵t̴s̶

O͓̟͐̅n̺̲̽͞l̞̜̗̱͊̔̋͊y̧̦͒̽ ͖̂a̢͎̥̫̋̿̇͌ ̺̰̩̻̑̈́͒͘ẃ͍̰̖̬̓̓͠è̘̘͞e̢͂̇͟k̨̮͎̊͗͛ ̢̫̿̚n̔͢ő̢̩̓w̢̋͒̆͌͟͢ͅ.̗̳̓̃ ̭̖̾͞İ̟͇̲̘̓͆̕ ͍̰̖͆̇̀ḩ̰̏́o̪̒p̪̲̙͗̑̈e͖͍̹̽͆̃͂͟ ̠͐y͈͖͙̺̑̈́͑͌o̜̯̐͛͛ͅų̰̦̍͆̚'̻͗r͎͝e̱̰̒͌ ̧̦̩̻́̈̚͘p̡̙̅̈̚͟r̢͔͊̔e̙͈̣͌̔͞p̪̒å̛̘̜͍͞r̛̮͓͊e̳̠͌͑̀͢d̥̑ ͕̣͉̠̔͑̿̀t̫̪̄̽̍̓ͅͅo̡̗̰͐̋͠ ̯̚m̟͍̓̾e̠̬͆́ȩ̯͇͆̈́͆t̢̜̘̉̅̇ ͍̹̜̑͌̿̃ͅm̦̑̑́̇͢ͅͅe͙͈̬̠͌͋̕̚.̢̠̩̞̽́̾̔.̟̓.͓̯̦̩͗́̀̕

A part two to the Sander Sides one ;D

GORE WARNING

(Y/n) P.O.V.

I'm curled into the side of who I soon realized was Logan, my hands clutching my throbbing, bleeding eye. I whimper in pain and fear, hardly listening as the others try to come up with a plan. Except Remus who was more focused on Janus.

"Maybe we could just try and talk it out? Find out what he wants?"

"Right, and I'll just start dressing in poor fashion."

"I'm just saying, maybe he's just throwing a tantrum."

"Patton, I don't think that's-"

"A tantrum? You really think that'll work? We have a huge problem here, and if we messed up, (Y/n)'s blood in on our hands!" At Virgils words, I curl into Logan more. "I believe that she is frightened by your outburst, Virgil. Perhaps the best course of action is to remain calm, and come up with a more logical plan." Everyone goes quiet.

"First, we must note whether or not we have a means of escape. Neither Deceit or (Y/n) are bound currently. They could try and find something to free us as well. Then we focus on the door." Remus cuts in. "In case you haven't noticed, Nerdy Wolverine, these bitches are fried." He makes an exaggerated gesture towards me and Janus. The room resolves into chaos again as they yell at each other. I can't stand it. The room's too small, the bleeding makes me feel sick, the weight of death hangs over my head. Without a word, I move away from Logan unnoticed. I scoot over to the door, looking through the keyhole to see outside. It looks like Thomas's house as per usual, except the furniture appears more vintage and dark like from the Victorian Era. Rancor is nowhere in sight. I turn back into the room to look for anything to try and break the chains, crawling on my bloody hands. Seeing out of one eye is confusing as hell.

By now they've realized I'm moving. "(Y/n), stop, you could hurt yourself." Thomas says worriedly. "We don't have much of a choice." I don't have anything, so instead I try tugging on the chains to test strength. We are all startled by the room transitioning to something new. It's bigger now, thankfully, with white tile floor to ceiling. And bare. Rancor comes back in through the door. "This is my favorite play room." He says proudly. "It shows off the blood quite well." I gulp in fear as he grabs me, pinning me up against a wall with his hand around my neck. He applies increasing pressure, and I start seeing back dots in my one eye. My ears hear muffled shouts of protest. I cry in surprise as I'm dropped. I take a greedy gasp of air, but quickly look at the scene. Janus stands feebly over a bloody nosed Rancor. He is really pissed.

"I thought I was done with you. Didn't get enough of a beating?" Rancor sneers. "You won't hurt her." Janus insists, getting in a weak stance. Rancor huffs a laugh, getting up without concern. "Liar." He smirks, and attempts to whack Janus with the cane, but I stand and grab it. "What will you do? Beat me? Become me?" I falter, giving him an opportunity to yank the cane back, and thrust it into my stomach. He swings it back at Janus, who easily goes down. "You could have joined me, Janus. And yet you choose these pathetic nothings. They don't even care about you. You could have just gone quietly, let me have my fun, and move on. But no, you caused this." Rancor's cane morphs into a long sword, bringing it down onto Janus, but I interfere. I stop the blade with my hands, the blade cutting deep into the skin. Rancor smirks, whipping the cutlass back, causing deep lacerations. I cry out, holding my hands close.

Rancor's eyes glow red, and he holds his hand out, crushing it into a fist. I feel my insides twist and churn. I fall to the ground holding my stomach. Only know am I aware of the chorus of shouts. "You bastard. What did you do!?"

"Shut your mouths." Rancor growls. With a snap, they're all gagged. They receive no other answer. I gasp raggedly as of reach for air that isn't there before hacking and coughing, blood spraying from my lungs. It feels like my lungs are closing in on themselves, my stomach turning inside out, my ribs becoming inverted. Who knows, maybe it is. All I know is burning, agonizing, fiery, pain. I'm flipped onto my back, a weight pinning me down. "Now now dear, please don't die on me. Not yet." Rancor teases. "S-Stop!" I groan out. He ignored my plea, driving his blade into my shoulder, and twisting it. It's all too much. I feel strength leaving my body.

The weight is taken off my body. It Janus again, shoving Rancor away again. He launches his fist at Rancor, who catches it. "What does a snake really need fingers for?" Rancor easily drives Janus into the wall, pressing his hand flat against it. Rancor uses the sword the cut the first two fingers off Janus's hand. He yells in pain, before his head is knocked against the wall multiple times, knocking him unconscious. "Stupid snake can't delay the inevitable now." He stalks towards me. "This is what happens when you suppress us, Thomas." Rancor sneers. He lifts the swords about his head dramatically before driving it down into the center of my chest. I take one more gasping, shuddery breath. The blood I so feared trickles from my mouth. And the world goes dark.