How long had it been since they last treaded this path?
Spared found themself unable to answer as they approached the door. It was certainly quite a while, judging by how many of their recent memories was about…
…They didn’t want to think about her right now.
Spared was now right in front of the door, causing it to ascend up into the doorframe. Well, here goes nothing. The sinner takes another step forward…
(Hiii, hello, seven different people technically asked for me to free Spared from the shackles of the askbox so here they are.)
(Disclaimers that I don’t support Simon and that this blog isn’t screenreader friendly.)
(Spared is an anon that originated from the blog @factswithseesay . Their whole gimmick for the blog’s first week or so was just Seesay repeatedly killing the poor gender-neutral dude until she eventually got traumatized after killing a different Seesay. After that, they kinda just existed and popped in every now and then until Seesay broke her promise and killed Spared again, which leaves us to the current day.)
(When Spared was first created as “Anon who’s died ____ times”, I was genuinely not expecting for them to end up having such an impact on Seesay and her story. I thought that the gag would’ve just continued until the mod eventually got bored and let me throw them away.
Because of this, Spared’s roleplay style was very different than how it is now, to say the least. I was also scared to change it out of fear that I’d get accused of impersonation. Now that they do know me and who’s behind Spared though, I decided that I might as well just use my normal roleplay style for them. If you have any doubts though, I promise that Weather (Seesay blog mod) can confirm.)
(Also, for those curious, Spared’s current death count is 8. I told you it'd increase.)
(I’ll think of tags eventually. I finished typing this at around 2:30AM and I’m tired.)
through cycles and trials could i still atone? - asks
as the vagaries of life pass through our transitory eyes - reblogs
may he guide this spineless spite - misc.
i’ll find a way to break the frame - ooc posts
we seem to meet on those snowy winter days - any post mentioning seesay
sinking into the unknown how could you know? - events
for even in this life i am but a fool - facts
the tides of time are set to restless shame - not even safe from the wrath of their former peers. a pity)
Before they could react, a fireball is hurled right at them. Spared tries to dodge it, but it still hits. They shriek in agony as they desperately try to put out the fire on themself.
...But it has been a while since they have met their end, has it not? How about we go visit memory lane? That death counter exists for a reason, after all.
The smoke is so thick, you could swear it was starting to slow you down.
It still gets through your scarf- either you could stop running and hold your breath, or keep running and hope inhaling it doesnt kill you. You cant really run while holding your breath.*
Spared holds their breathe, but a combination of the smoke slowing them down and being unable to run while holding their breathe makes them slow to what was practically a complete stop at this point.
They’re cursed, they’re just cursed at this point. Please tell them what they did. Someone, anyone. They swear they’ll repent, they swear they’ll make it right, they swear they’ll make it up. Just please don’t hurt them. Please don’t kill them. Please please please they’ll do anything they’ll do absolutely anything just please leave they’re sorry they’re sorry they’re sorry they’re sorry they’re-
They can’t really do anything but look up at the serpent towering above. Spared is too scared to speak, too scared to waste their breath and shorten the amount of time they have left. To be honest, they were going to be a goner anyways, but they still wanted to cling to life for as long as they could.
…It didn’t take too long for their body to start asking for air.
No. No, this was Sin itself. Something else was going to happen, they- they were sure of it! This is all probably some kind of… calm before the storm period that comes before the real torture, yes, that was it. Spared’s breaths were careful and almost uncertain.
The entity resembling Seesay shrinks as Sin leans down.
Oh. Well, that… That was something Spared should’ve expected, thinking about it now. Well, guess they have to silence their thoughts. Or, something like that, at least. How does one even silence their thoughts? Something was sure to- They need to stop.
Well, hearing that Seesay is okay is a relief, at least…
GAH! PUT THEM DOWN, PLEASE PUT THEM DOWN. THEY’RE GOING TO HURT THEM AGAIN.
…That patch of skin. Spared needs to make sure it’s okay. They’re dreading the answer. They don’t want to see what may be an ugly answer. They have to find the answer. With a shaky breath, Spared checks their arm.
At… least they got what they wanted? Spared wasn’t sure. Things felt wrong now. Well, things already were, just look at them.
The way to go now would just be to deal with the hole they dug themself into and make sure to not end up on Sin’s bad side. They should consider themself lucky right now.
When one is taught for a long while that someone is big, scary, evil, and tortures damned souls such as theirs, it’s going to take some time to shift their perspective.
The smoke is so thick, you could swear it was starting to slow you down.
It still gets through your scarf- either you could stop running and hold your breath, or keep running and hope inhaling it doesnt kill you. You cant really run while holding your breath.*
Spared holds their breathe, but a combination of the smoke slowing them down and being unable to run while holding their breathe makes them slow to what was practically a complete stop at this point.
They’re cursed, they’re just cursed at this point. Please tell them what they did. Someone, anyone. They swear they’ll repent, they swear they’ll make it right, they swear they’ll make it up. Just please don’t hurt them. Please don’t kill them. Please please please they’ll do anything they’ll do absolutely anything just please leave they’re sorry they’re sorry they’re sorry they’re sorry they’re-
They can’t really do anything but look up at the serpent towering above. Spared is too scared to speak, too scared to waste their breath and shorten the amount of time they have left. To be honest, they were going to be a goner anyways, but they still wanted to cling to life for as long as they could.
…It didn’t take too long for their body to start asking for air.
No. No, this was Sin itself. Something else was going to happen, they- they were sure of it! This is all probably some kind of… calm before the storm period that comes before the real torture, yes, that was it. Spared’s breaths were careful and almost uncertain.
The entity resembling Seesay shrinks as Sin leans down.
Oh. Well, that… That was something Spared should’ve expected, thinking about it now. Well, guess they have to silence their thoughts. Or, something like that, at least. How does one even silence their thoughts? Something was sure to- They need to stop.
Well, hearing that Seesay is okay is a relief, at least…
GAH! PUT THEM DOWN, PLEASE PUT THEM DOWN. THEY’RE GOING TO HURT THEM AGAIN.
…That patch of skin. Spared needs to make sure it’s okay. They’re dreading the answer. They don’t want to see what may be an ugly answer. They have to find the answer. With a shaky breath, Spared checks their arm.
At… least they got what they wanted? Spared wasn’t sure. Things felt wrong now. Well, things already were, just look at them.
The way to go now would just be to deal with the hole they dug themself into and make sure to not end up on Sin’s bad side. They should consider themself lucky right now.
The smoke is so thick, you could swear it was starting to slow you down.
It still gets through your scarf- either you could stop running and hold your breath, or keep running and hope inhaling it doesnt kill you. You cant really run while holding your breath.*
Spared holds their breathe, but a combination of the smoke slowing them down and being unable to run while holding their breathe makes them slow to what was practically a complete stop at this point.
They’re cursed, they’re just cursed at this point. Please tell them what they did. Someone, anyone. They swear they’ll repent, they swear they’ll make it right, they swear they’ll make it up. Just please don’t hurt them. Please don’t kill them. Please please please they’ll do anything they’ll do absolutely anything just please leave they’re sorry they’re sorry they’re sorry they’re sorry they’re-
They can’t really do anything but look up at the serpent towering above. Spared is too scared to speak, too scared to waste their breath and shorten the amount of time they have left. To be honest, they were going to be a goner anyways, but they still wanted to cling to life for as long as they could.
…It didn’t take too long for their body to start asking for air.
No. No, this was Sin itself. Something else was going to happen, they- they were sure of it! This is all probably some kind of… calm before the storm period that comes before the real torture, yes, that was it. Spared’s breaths were careful and almost uncertain.
The entity resembling Seesay shrinks as Sin leans down.
Oh. Well, that… That was something Spared should’ve expected, thinking about it now. Well, guess they have to silence their thoughts. Or, something like that, at least. How does one even silence their thoughts? Something was sure to- They need to stop.
Well, hearing that Seesay is okay is a relief, at least…
GAH! PUT THEM DOWN, PLEASE PUT THEM DOWN. THEY’RE GOING TO HURT THEM AGAIN.
…That patch of skin. Spared needs to make sure it’s okay. They’re dreading the answer. They don’t want to see what may be an ugly answer. They have to find the answer. With a shaky breath, Spared checks their arm.
At… least they got what they wanted? Spared wasn’t sure. Things felt wrong now. Well, things already were, just look at them.
The way to go now would just be to deal with the hole they dug themself into and make sure to not end up on Sin’s bad side. They should consider themself lucky right now.
The smoke is so thick, you could swear it was starting to slow you down.
It still gets through your scarf- either you could stop running and hold your breath, or keep running and hope inhaling it doesnt kill you. You cant really run while holding your breath.*
Spared holds their breathe, but a combination of the smoke slowing them down and being unable to run while holding their breathe makes them slow to what was practically a complete stop at this point.
They’re cursed, they’re just cursed at this point. Please tell them what they did. Someone, anyone. They swear they’ll repent, they swear they’ll make it right, they swear they’ll make it up. Just please don’t hurt them. Please don’t kill them. Please please please they’ll do anything they’ll do absolutely anything just please leave they’re sorry they’re sorry they’re sorry they’re sorry they’re-
They can’t really do anything but look up at the serpent towering above. Spared is too scared to speak, too scared to waste their breath and shorten the amount of time they have left. To be honest, they were going to be a goner anyways, but they still wanted to cling to life for as long as they could.
…It didn’t take too long for their body to start asking for air.
No. No, this was Sin itself. Something else was going to happen, they- they were sure of it! This is all probably some kind of… calm before the storm period that comes before the real torture, yes, that was it. Spared’s breaths were careful and almost uncertain.
The entity resembling Seesay shrinks as Sin leans down.
Oh. Well, that… That was something Spared should’ve expected, thinking about it now. Well, guess they have to silence their thoughts. Or, something like that, at least. How does one even silence their thoughts? Something was sure to- They need to stop.
Well, hearing that Seesay is okay is a relief, at least…
GAH! PUT THEM DOWN, PLEASE PUT THEM DOWN. THEY’RE GOING TO HURT THEM AGAIN.
…That patch of skin. Spared needs to make sure it’s okay. They’re dreading the answer. They don’t want to see what may be an ugly answer. They have to find the answer. With a shaky breath, Spared checks their arm.
The smoke is so thick, you could swear it was starting to slow you down.
It still gets through your scarf- either you could stop running and hold your breath, or keep running and hope inhaling it doesnt kill you. You cant really run while holding your breath.*
Spared holds their breathe, but a combination of the smoke slowing them down and being unable to run while holding their breathe makes them slow to what was practically a complete stop at this point.
They’re cursed, they’re just cursed at this point. Please tell them what they did. Someone, anyone. They swear they’ll repent, they swear they’ll make it right, they swear they’ll make it up. Just please don’t hurt them. Please don’t kill them. Please please please they’ll do anything they’ll do absolutely anything just please leave they’re sorry they’re sorry they’re sorry they’re sorry they’re-
They can’t really do anything but look up at the serpent towering above. Spared is too scared to speak, too scared to waste their breath and shorten the amount of time they have left. To be honest, they were going to be a goner anyways, but they still wanted to cling to life for as long as they could.
…It didn’t take too long for their body to start asking for air.
No. No, this was Sin itself. Something else was going to happen, they- they were sure of it! This is all probably some kind of… calm before the storm period that comes before the real torture, yes, that was it. Spared’s breaths were careful and almost uncertain.
The entity resembling Seesay shrinks as Sin leans down.
Oh. Well, that… That was something Spared should’ve expected, thinking about it now. Well, guess they have to silence their thoughts. Or, something like that, at least. How does one even silence their thoughts? Something was sure to- They need to stop.
Well, hearing that Seesay is okay is a relief, at least…
The smoke is so thick, you could swear it was starting to slow you down.
It still gets through your scarf- either you could stop running and hold your breath, or keep running and hope inhaling it doesnt kill you. You cant really run while holding your breath.*
Spared holds their breathe, but a combination of the smoke slowing them down and being unable to run while holding their breathe makes them slow to what was practically a complete stop at this point.
They’re cursed, they’re just cursed at this point. Please tell them what they did. Someone, anyone. They swear they’ll repent, they swear they’ll make it right, they swear they’ll make it up. Just please don’t hurt them. Please don’t kill them. Please please please they’ll do anything they’ll do absolutely anything just please leave they’re sorry they’re sorry they’re sorry they’re sorry they’re-
They can’t really do anything but look up at the serpent towering above. Spared is too scared to speak, too scared to waste their breath and shorten the amount of time they have left. To be honest, they were going to be a goner anyways, but they still wanted to cling to life for as long as they could.
…It didn’t take too long for their body to start asking for air.
No. No, this was Sin itself. Something else was going to happen, they- they were sure of it! This is all probably some kind of… calm before the storm period that comes before the real torture, yes, that was it. Spared’s breaths were careful and almost uncertain.
The entity resembling Seesay shrinks as Sin leans down.
Oh. Well, that… That was something Spared should’ve expected, thinking about it now. Well, guess they have to silence their thoughts. Or, something like that, at least. How does one even silence their thoughts? Something was sure to- They need to stop.
Well, hearing that Seesay is okay is a relief, at least…
The smoke is so thick, you could swear it was starting to slow you down.
It still gets through your scarf- either you could stop running and hold your breath, or keep running and hope inhaling it doesnt kill you. You cant really run while holding your breath.*
Spared holds their breathe, but a combination of the smoke slowing them down and being unable to run while holding their breathe makes them slow to what was practically a complete stop at this point.
They’re cursed, they’re just cursed at this point. Please tell them what they did. Someone, anyone. They swear they’ll repent, they swear they’ll make it right, they swear they’ll make it up. Just please don’t hurt them. Please don’t kill them. Please please please they’ll do anything they’ll do absolutely anything just please leave they’re sorry they’re sorry they’re sorry they’re sorry they’re-
They can’t really do anything but look up at the serpent towering above. Spared is too scared to speak, too scared to waste their breath and shorten the amount of time they have left. To be honest, they were going to be a goner anyways, but they still wanted to cling to life for as long as they could.
…It didn’t take too long for their body to start asking for air.
No. No, this was Sin itself. Something else was going to happen, they- they were sure of it! This is all probably some kind of… calm before the storm period that comes before the real torture, yes, that was it. Spared’s breaths were careful and almost uncertain.
The entity resembling Seesay shrinks as Sin leans down.
