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It went blank.
Ranboo could feel the pain in his skull. The pain felt like it lasted hours. But they finally felt free, even in death. Hetch has won. He finished the social experiments. Everyone was dead.
Except one.
Charlie slowly moved his head to the left as he gained consciousness. He thought it was over, instead the wires has stopped. He didn’t die.
He managed to slowly push the wires off of him and sit up wondering how long he was out for.
“Shit.”
Charlie immediately thought about the button. Did ranboo get out? Did they escape? Was the only two questions he was thinking about. He stood up as wobbled a bit trying to walk straight towards where Ranboo sprinted to.
‘fuck fuck fuck fuck’ kept repeating in Charlie’s head. All he wanted was Ran to be alright. He was struggling to find his memories from the other previous days that happened but it was all a big blur to him.
He walked and walked and he really believed he couldn’t find Ranboo. He almost thought about giving up until he reached a room.
There was blood on the floor.
His heart started pumping extremely fast as he followed the trail in front of him. It felt like he was walking forever when he finally entered a large dimly lit room filled with colours of red.
That’s when Charlie saw him.
All of the blood drained from his face as he looked at the dead corpse in front of him in horror. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
“no no no no.. Ran-“ his voice broke into sadness as he could feel his tears water in his eyes. He looked around quickly as possible to see if this was some kind of sick joke. He wanted to get Ranboo off that terrible wall filled with wires.
It was a slow and horrific process but he managed to get the wires off of their hands and untie the huge belt looking thing around his waist. Charlie got them down onto the floor but too afraid to open the box not knowing what image he would have to face.
Charlie couldn’t hold it in any longer. He started crying, chocking on his broken sobs as they echoed throughout the silence of the mall. He didn’t know if he could bare seeing Ranboo if he opened the box.
“I’m sorry.. i’m so sorry this is my fault.. i should of… fuck i.. Ran im sorry im so sorry.”
He knew he couldn’t hear him but felt the desire to apologise to him as much as he could.
His tears finally dried up what felt like hours of sitting there with the corpse. He started to slowly open the box. He could hear the horrid sounds of Ranboo’s skull breaking the more he opened it.
Charlie saw what he wish he could erase from his memory. There was blood everywhere. The mask was barely even there anymore with punctures from the spikes and blood dripping from their cheeks. Ranboo’s eyes was wide open in horror still as if he wasn’t prepared for this type of death.
All Charlie did was look in terror. He could feel the memories coming back to him now. He remembered the times in the cabin.. only the good ones.
He broke down again.
All he could think about was all the times he could’ve spent more time with Ran. He remembered the times he would tell Ranboo to ‘go away’ and stupid comments like ‘leave me alone.’ He knew it was stupid, but didn’t think it would leave to this.
Then.. even more memories began to flood his mind when they were both younger. They knew each other since they were little. Charlie felt like he was going to pass out. He had just found out he knew Ranboo since they were both kids in the cabin and he has finally has every memory of it. All the times where they used to play together in the basement and in the attic.
He felt sick.
That’s when it finally hit him that they were gone. Ranboo is dead. He couldn’t look at the bloody body again. He had to get out. He felt a huge amount of guilt punch him in the gut when he realised he was leaving Ranboo’s body there. He felt so bad but tried to reassure himself that Ran would want him to escape out of this sick place.
That’s when he met someone on the way out.
Hetch.
“What the fuck did you do..” Charlie’s voice cracked but tried to stay as calm as possible while slowly walking towards him.
“Well.. looks like we have a survivor!” Hetch exclaimed in delight.
“You are fucking sick. You sick bastard.”
“Oh don’t be like that Charlie. That’s what the viewers wanted for our heroic hero! Well.. i wouldn’t call him heroic…”
“You.. can’t….no..” Charlie had run out of words to say. He didn’t know how to handle this since he still had shock from moments earlier.
“Well i did. And im glad.”
Hetch started to walk away when he heard something else come out of the frightened man.
“Wait!”
He got no answer.
“Please kill me.. i can’t live without him.. please. I don’t think i can live like this.” Charlie’s voice was almost gone but still had little strength to choke out his last request.
Hetch still hasn’t said anything. He stared deeply into Charlie’s eyes and said “I can’t do that Charlie.. he might miss you too much..”
Confusion overwhelmed Charlie as he wondered what he meant by that. After a few minutes he felt light headed again and ended up passing out onto the cold floor.