i poisoned the water supply now everyone dead, whoops.

by Anonymous

Summary:

Guide poisons the valley and then decides to be delulu about it

(Idk how to do summaries guys I’m so sorry)

Notes:

Despite the silly title, I did try to write something serious. I love fe2 please flood escapers RISE I need more content 😭😭

Anyways I wrote this while half asleep and without a shits clue as to what I’m doing so my apologies if it reads weird, I just desperately needed to write something for this fandom.

Also the person here is *guide* but it’s never explicitly stated that it’s him. But I don’t think it would be too hard to figure out—?

It was a mistake. It wasn’t real. It was a setback—in a plan he knew he had, one he was just having a hard time properly formulating.

All he knew was that he wanted to make a statement. To be seen, relevant once more. For his creator, someone he held in such high regard, someone who he had believed to be a friend, to notice him once more.

He never wished to hurt anybody—and he didn’t!

Because the screams that came from those who drowned from the acid were a lie. The pained gasps of those who choked on poison were figments of his imagination, meant to torture him further.

But he wouldn’t fall for it that easy.

Not even when he could feel regret chewing its way through his core, tearing through his being and restricting his right to breathe. Not as the virus-laced poison stained his suit jacket, not as the people who had been affected by [his] actions crawled to him, rotting from the inside out, begging for help.

Because he would never do that. Why would he?

Why would he when the entire reason he existed was to help and protect players?

Maybe he was unable to save those poor workers in the destruction, but that wasn’t his fault. And neither was this.

…

 

He should probably leave.

And not because he was guilty and practically begging for reprehension in his current position.

Not because he couldn’t handle the sounds of screaming and cries for help. He was not a coward, and he was not a killer. He was not cruel. He would never hurt people for his own selfish desires.

No.

It was merely just time for a change of scenery. He’d been here for a while, and he wouldn’t find any of the answers—or revenge—he’d desperately been looking for by staying.

So he left.

Not like a coward.

But a small part of him was ready to accept that he was no longer a martyr.

Notes:

Haha lol get a load of this guy