⌜ And this time,

⠀⠀there is no true escape, for as long as he could not wake up, and no where to run ; for now, the snapping jaws are all he can see at every turn of his gaze. ⌟

⌜ It's too late to let it sink in. What he had held shifted into something entirely different, staring into the face of the silhouette in view,

⠀⠀and terror settled when those abnormal teeth fill his vision,

⠀⠀just like then.

⠀⠀Frozen.

⠀⠀Frozen, caught in a web. ⌟

⌜ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬. ⌟

⌜ The sabre falls.

⠀⠀That hand goes to hold the one over his face

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀and he realizes with cold, gripping dread, ⌟

⌜ 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦. 𝘟. 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚. ⌟

⌜ Willingly,

⠀⠀he leans

⠀⠀further, further

⠀⠀into that open hand. ⌟

⌜ 𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯.ᐣ 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰.ᐣ ⌟

⌜ 𝘐`𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵. ⌟

⌜ 𝘐`𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺. ⌟

⌜ 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, the beg pleads, from a voice of a past self, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦. ⌟

⌜ warm,

⠀⠀so warm,

⠀⠀beckoning towards the hand outward,

⠀⠀the only one that can tame such a cruel animal from it's confines,

⠀⠀from the monster it was made to be. ⌟

⌜ A shimmering hope that appears to him, ⌟

⌜ There's a light. ⌟

⌜ And if he lifts his head, with bared teeth like a feral dog, would that poison linger from such claims? Would they be true -- to awaken once again and find blood on his hands?

⠀⠀With gnashing cries and struggles to be freed from the drag down, down, down . . . ⌟

+

⌜ With a kick to sinking tar, Zero's determined grimace shifts to the fleeting race of one's head spinning, where the only thought overlaps with the chaos of booming voices.

⠀⠀No determination if they had even been real. Whispers that pierce the word of 𝘔𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬 into titanium skull -- ⌟

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⠀⠀/ /⠀THATS CRAZY
⠀

 
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⌜ He has to,

⠀⠀before IT does. ⌟

⌜ he stared back to the void and it's teeth.

⠀⠀Another thrash comes, but it feels like no effort for how harsh he struggles.

⠀⠀Sabre wielded, but his arms aren't sure how to move.

⠀⠀Damn this, damn that! He'd find a way free, dispelling the voices that chant his sins directly into he. ⌟

+

⌜ His body near numb, running colder than the metal he possesses — slow motion, detached from any state beyond the panic and pain in his head.

⠀⠀And

⠀⠀then

⠀⠀with a stunted terror, riddling to his very core,

⠀⠀reflected in onyx eyes, ⌟

+

⠀
ㅤ‘ 𝑳𝑬𝑻 𝑮𝑶.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ ’

⌜ But for how loud he screeches for freedom, the voice erupting from he feels like a distant call,

⠀⠀and it

⠀⠀beckons.

⠀⠀Gritted teeth bare, fighting still with a thrash, and reaching for where his sabre would be. ⌟

+

⌜ But does his chest 𝑩𝑼𝑹𝑵 with the anxiety that stings so harshly in his core, dragging him further, further, further down into this unwilling baptism — the yearn for purification he struggles to break away from — ⌟

+

⌜ Down to his knees, clutching with great effort with fingers clawing into the decorated tile, to drag himself from tar - like chains —

⠀⠀𝑰𝑻`𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑳 𝑰𝑻`𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑳 𝑰𝑻`𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑳 𝑰𝑻`𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑳 𝑰𝑻`𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑳 𝑰𝑻`𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑳 𝑰𝑻`𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑳 𝑰𝑻`𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑳 𝑰𝑻`𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑳 ⌟

+

⌜ grunting, with a sudden surge of adrenaline to break himself free of the binds that keep him at their mercy.

⠀⠀Their shapes, all but unrecognizable — mocking from every corner, splayed across a memory unfounded. ⌟

+

⌜ Clutched by every casting shade, the light drowned in pulsations of red and black — the Red Devil himself cast with the damnation of sentencing. It grew heavier, heavier — straining to keep his legs from hoisting him up.

⠀⠀Blanketed weight falls upon him, + ⌟

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⠀⠀/ /⠀I SLWAYS SOURP YOUR WRITING UP I PRKMISE
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