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A redraw of this scene without the Mysterion costume so I could play with his expressions
BIG WARNING!!!! DEATH IS MENTIONED AND CONSTANTLY TALKED ABOUT IN THIS POST!!!!
Okay, with that out of the way.
Idk how to put this into words the way I want to, so I'm just going with: this is how I headcanon the death of a deity in the phighting universe would be like.
Everything under the cut so those who want to scroll past this don't see a long af post about the deaths of the deities and stuff like that. I really rambled bro.
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open rp // any fandom, mdni // WARNING: (casually) dying, auto-cannibalism, blood & gore
'It's late. I should be trying to sleep.'
Guiding himself with a hand on the wall, the clone stumbles towards the stairs in the darkness of night. At this point, most of the mercs were asleep. No one was on the other end of the line for him to talk to, so there was no point turning his headset back on.
Which sucked, but not because his torso had ruptured by itself and his own guts were trying to spill out from the open, gaping wound. That was normal. His skin was just extra fragile during this life and gave out a little earlier than his organs.
No, it sucked because it was boring to not be talking and he'd probably be stuck in the respawn machine 'till daytime when they opened the doors back up.
With one hand pressing down on the growing patch of blood seeping out his shirt, which was miraculously preventing a mess of blood and guts on the floor, the other gripped onto the railing to hoist himself up. Step by excruciating step, he made his way to the roof.
The pain was nice. It kept him warm. Kept him both lucid and fuzzy. Laughter bubbled his his throat as another sharp sting shot through his body, nearly making him keel over.
It took several minutes to finally get up to the rooftop. The cool air surrounded him as he stepped out, walking towards the edge of the building... and sitting down near it with his legs splayed out. He finally releases his stomach, letting his organs pour out from under his shirt onto the roof. Groaning in agony, the dying clone gives the pain a moment to settle before moving once more, grabbing the sling of the duffel bag off his shoulder and pulling the bag itself closer.
Unzipping it, he takes out a can of regular ol' soda and cracks it open. Taking a sip, he looks up into the sky. There was nothing he can do about his current state than to wait for his body to properly give out, so why not enjoy it?
"...Mn... I want BONK..." Dan complains quietly, drinking some more of the soda anyway. On a regular day, he'd be trying to eat his own insides by now. Strangely, he wasn't feeling it today.
He wishes someone- anyone- was here though. It's kind of boring on his own.
Whumpee thinks they’re dying.
“Don’t cry.”
“You’re going to be ok. It doesn’t matter what happens to me. You are going to be ok.”
“Just go. Go! It’s over for me.”
“Hey, cheer up, we had some great times, didn’t we?”
“Tell Leader I’m sorry I failed.”
“Is… is it ok? Is everyone safe? Can I… let go, now?”
Common phrase/catch phrase, but cut off in the middle or said haltingly, fading with every word.
“At least I got to see your face one last time.”
“Worth it.”
“It’s finally over. I can rest.”
“No! Don’t waste resources on me. Please, don’t. Save that for everyone else. Please…”
“This isn’t so bad.”
“Remember me as I was, not like this.”
“Promise me you’ll live once I’m gone. Don’t let the past hold you back.”
“I never told you, it’s very important, you need to know-“ (either emotional confession or vital information the Team needs to survive)
“I was always headed for a bad end. At least now it’s over.”
“I never got to [lifelong dream]. You’ll have to, for me. Ok?”
“At least now I’ll be out of your hair.”
“I’m going to miss you.”
“Name [of someone who’s been dead a while]? Where is Name? I n-need to… to tell them…”
“No regrets.”
“Is Name safe? Are they ok?”
“I didn’t expect it to hurt this much, to leave you.”
“So cold…”
“Please don’t leave me.”
“I’ll get to see Name again.”
“This way I can buy you time. I was never any good for anything else.”
“Time to go.”
And of course “I love-“ (bonus points if it’s the first time they’ve tried to say it).
rest in peace, xav ( @insomniac-lifestyle ) 🫂
you were my online big brother, and one of the only people I felt like I could truly trust. I'm so sorry we didn't get enough time together. I'm crying while writing this.
i love you, and I hope you're happy wherever you ended up.
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This scene.
Vincent Price and Maggie Pierce -
Tales of Terror (1962)
TIME SENSITIVE!!!
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