@solitarysurvival : ‘ try to stay awake. talk to me. ’
their final moments are never pleasant , least of all when they know they’ll be thrust right back into one of these seemingly endless trials , fighting to escape a bloody , painful sacrifice at the spider - like tendrils of an unnamed and brutal entity.
light is fading fast as blood pours from his abdomen , wrought open by a hungry , whirring blade ; pale fingers tremble in futile attempts to press his innards back into the gaping incision , slick with blood that spills forth with each ever - slowing beat of his heart. his consciousness is fading , and with it , his sight , the omnipresent fog encroaching on the edges of his vision.
he’d spent so long in the outside world contemplating his own death that the thought no longer fazes him , even brings a sick sense of relief —– but the entity has other plans , and with each sacrifice comes the moment when his eyes open and his lungs once more gasp for breath , limbs coated in a thin veneer of sweat as he awakens by the campfire.
does anyone even miss him? does anyone even know he’s gone? unremarkable , unmemorable. he assumes they’ve all just moved on.
when the day comes that the entity finally extinguishes that last glimmer of hope in his stubbornly eager heart , he wonders if the others trapped in this nightmarish realm would remember him , or simply move on as well.
❛❛ i’m— i’m okay. i’m okay. i-i’m okay. ❜❜ the words , meant to be reassuring , are anything but , more of a nervous mantra in the face of defeat. tears stream down his bloodied cheeks as he abandons his injuries and grasps helplessly at jake’s coat , bloodied fingers finding weak purchase and leaving red stains behind. ❛❛ r— right? jake ... ? ❜❜
he doesn’t bother trying to stifle his sobs as he grunts and gasps for air , his slim frame gradually slouching against the dusty wooden paneling and eventually growing still , glossy eyes left to stare blankly out into the dark mist.