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Swap Anti 7 Break him

He felt the hands grip his throat tight, squeezing with deadly intent, tunnel vision building as he pamted, desperately trying to breathe. "Ch-Chase..." he managed out, ttying to pry the hands away. Nothing, not even a twitch. Yet in moments, he was collapsed, grasping his head, Anti on the floor desperately gasping, trying to pull the air to his lungs. "Ch-Chase?!" He coughed, worried. Chase didn't answer, glitching between pained cries and humoured cackles. He stepped back seeing Chase's gaze refocus on him. "I-I thought...I thought you...l-loved me, Chase..." he gasped out, feeling the metal press to his forehead.

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BOT YOU’D BETTER BE RIGHT ABOUT THIS BEING THE S14 SCRIPT!!!

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20 Jacques

(20, Please don't hurt me like this)

He stumbled back, whimpering seeing how pissed he'd become. "B-Babe...?" The man stared blankly at him, holding the bat. "B-Babe you're scaring me!" Jacques stepped back, fear in his eyes. "P-Please, Roman, you're scaring me!" "Oh, shut up, stupid slut," his voice growled, raising the bat above his head. "D-Don't hurt me like this!" Jacques felt the bat slam down as his world went black.

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12 Star

Marvin sighed, seeing Star stumble into his office, feeling his blood boil as he saw his condition. "Jackson," he snapped, anger blazing in his eyes as the man sat down, barely conscious enough to respond. "Mmh..." "Wake the fuck up, what the hell happened to you!?" Jackson stirred, his eyes heavy. "N-Nothing...just...a few scrapes--" "You are bleeding out, Star!" Marvin was furious. "God, I fucking hate you sometimes, you know that?!" Though it was just in the moment, the words struck right through Star, his eyes watering. "Y-Yeah...I...I know," he said weakly.

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1 Swap Jack

He was barely conscious, drunk as he felt Chase grab him by the shirt. "One reason." "What?" Chase snarled. "Give me one reason I shouldn't kill you?" Jack gulped. "I-I'm y-your pal--" "You are not important to me any longer. Try again. I looked up to you and you abused that leadership. We are nothing more than people in a close vicinity." Jack could hear the buzz grow louder, the static dripping in Chase's voice. "P-Please. Give me a chance," he muttered. Chase's eyes grew dark at that, turning to static. "....No. I don't think we will," his voice echoed, a shot blasting in the air, the birds outside fleeing their nests at the noise.

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Alright you asked for it - Garren and Đark with 13. Your pick of who says it

He could hardly stand, his eye twitching and neck almost sparking. He felt a kick to his chest cavity, making him cough and spit up the disgusting black fluid. "S-Stop...StøÞ..." he groaned, his hair being grabbed, forcing him to face the...creature befoee him. "Useless. Worthless. Pathetic. Stupid. I was useless? I was pathetic?! Oh now that is just adorable! You can't even stand on your own two feet, and Mark called me useless?!" Coughing, he watched him pace. The man stood properly to leave him. Leave him to die. "W-Wait...P-P-Pleå§e...Don'Ť leaVe mė..." he choked out, gripping his leg desperately.

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FLUFF BETWEEN MARVIN AND SCOTT, I BEG YOU

"Tabby! You scared me," Scott laughed a bit, hugging him tight, tears soaking the hospital gown. "You scared me so much," he mumbled into the fabric. "I'm okay, Doc," he chuckled in response, checking the date. It was far past Christmas now. He sighed and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. "I'm okay, promise." As the words escaped, so too did a black smoke. His eyes widened, and as he tried to speak, he choked on his words, coughing up more smoke.

"I thought I'd lost you," the voice echoed, faint. He felt hands grip his throat, familiar icy blue eyes glaring back at him with that nasty grin. "I'm so glad to have you back again," Jack's voice seethed, blood dripping down his chin with each word. Marvin was defenseless, he could hardly breathe with all the smoke. He felt the nails dig into the flesh of his trachea and everything turned black.

Marvin squeezed his hand tight. Scott's eyes pricked with tears. "Please wake up Ma- mu...Jeremy. Please...Please wake up," he mumbled.