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"Fuck"
Charlie opens his eyes, as he feels pain all over his body. Blood staining his clothes as he hears nothing but his own breathing.
Where's Ranboo?
He got up, almost tripping over because of the pain.
"JUST LET ME DIE!!"
He heard someone screaming bloody murder. Was it Ranboo??
Charlie immediately went towards the screams, feeling guilt and responsibility hit him.
If thats Ranboo, he needs to help them.
He gets closer as he starts re-thinking what he just heard.
If that was Ranboo, why was he screaming? And why was he screaming that? Why did they want to die? They were supposed to escape.
Charlie finds himself in front of a door, from where he's standing he can hear multiple people breathing.
"Any last words?"
The moment he hears someone say this, he rushes through the door.
"Ranboo?!"
He shouts, as he's getting grabbed by employees. They hold him down, as he sees Hetch looking over to him. He's standing in front of a desk with multiple buttons on it.
"Charlie."
He says
"You want to stay and watch?"
He asks, Charlie could feel Hetch smiling, even though he's wearing a mask.
"What?"
Charlie's confused.
Right in front of Hetch there's a camera, it's pointing at...
It can't be.
Right in the center, at the end of the room, there's Ranboo. He's tied to a wall, terrified, shaking and crying.
"What the fuck? What did you do to them?!?"
Charlie shouts.
"Who, Ranboo? Oh we just...we planned it. Like everything else."
Hetch says. It's almost like he's proud of himself.
"Charlie?"
He hears a distant, quiet and clearly exhausted voice.
Ranboo is looking at him, tears falling down their cheeks. It looks like they're in pain.
"Ranboo, are you okay?"
Hetch won't let Ranboo answer.
"Oh he's fine. Well, for now."
He continues.
"You see the box around his head? Yeah, its gonna shut."
Hetch is pointing at a big, red button on the desk.
"Wait, but...that's gonna kill them! They're gonna bleed out!!"
Charlie screams. Tears forming in his eyes; he's never been this scared before.
"Oh, well that's kind of the point isn't it?"
Hetch says, giggling at Charlie's confusion.
"What?!"
Charlie wants to punch him so bad, but the employees are holding him down, even if he wanted to, he couldn't move.
"Charlie? Please, I'm scared..."
Ranboo let's out, his breaths are barely heard, but Charlie hears every word.
"The audience has voted so there's no coming back. I'm gonna have to kill you, Ranboo, sorry. Do you want to watch?"
Hetch asked, turning to Charlie.
"What?"
Charlie asks. He's terrified, thinking about how calm and casual Hetch is about all this.
Hetch sighs, turning back to Ranboo who's still shaking and crying like a child.
"Any last words?"
Hetch says, holding his finger above the red button.
"Please, I'm scared."
Ranboo's hope is back, he's willing to stay alive if he can escape with Charlie.
"Wait what are you doing?!"
Charlie screams.
"I'm killing him. That's the whole point, are you stupid?"
Hetch says, turning to Charlie.
"No, you can't, let them go, please!"
Charlie struggles, trying to get away from the employees.
"Its too late now."
Hetch turns back to face Ranboo.
"Charlie...?"
Ranboo looks at their friend, pure fear filling their eyes.
"Please! Don't hurt them!!"
Charlie screams.
"Charlie??"
Ranboo speaks, tears rapidly falling down their face.
"HE'S ALL I HAVE!!!"
Charlie cries out, seeing Hetch press the button.
.
.
.
The box shut. Locking every noise inside of it. Their body dropped after seconds of struggling.
Charlie's head is turned to the side, tears falling down his face as he's looking at the floor in complete terror.
The employees dropped him on the floor, leaving the room. Hetch did the same.
They even shut the door behind them.
Charlie's sitting on the floor, 10 feet away from Ranboo. He's sobbing, bringing his hands to his face.
After seconds, he gets up and slowly walks over to his friend.
Charlie stands right in front of them.
He feels pain in his chest.
He hugs the tall body infront of him, wrapping his hands around his friend.
Charlie's crying, realizing that no one is hugging him back, and there never will be, not anymore.
He can't hear any heartbeat or pulse, any breathing, it's all gone.
He feels blood dropping onto his hair, but he doesn't care, he's hugging his friend now.
Sobs fill out the entire room.
Charlie drops on the floor, hands covering his face, he's screaming through the tears.
"FUCK!"
Sobs follow the screams, his whole body is shaking.
"WHY?! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT?! HE DID NOT DESERVE THAT!!! HE DIDNT DESERVE ANY OF THAT!!"
Charlie continues.
"PLEASE...PLEASE!"
Charlie looks up, only to see nothing but a box on the top of a limb body that once belonged to his friend.
"THEY WERE YOUNG! THEY WERE SO FUCKING YOUNG!!"
Charlie gets up, only now realizing that Ranboo's hands were not only tied up but also pierced with wires.
He must have been in so much pain.
"I wish I could've helped you, kid..."
He cries out, tugging at their jacket.