Ok I Wrote This Awhile Ago But I'm Rather Proud Of It So I'm Posting It Here :]

Ok I wrote this awhile ago but I'm rather proud of it so I'm posting it here :]

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Tw: blood, depictions of death, implied suicide

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Mark cowered in the corner of his room, his head pressed to his knees. His throat was raw from sobbing, his body exhausted.

He could still see the shadow outside of his door.

"Come on out Maaaark." It sang, it's voice welcoming, friendly.

Mark shakes his head violently, pressing cold palms to his ears, choking on his own spit.

He couldn't speak. It would know.

"Maaarrrrrrkk~" the voice whispers, it's tone sickeningly sweet.

The door rattles violently and Mark whispers, pushing himself further into the sharp corner he'd collapsed into. 

He was going insane. He'd had nothing to stare at but grey, unwelcoming wallpaper.

That thing had done nothing but whisper in his ear-

"Mark."

He froze.

The voice was abrupt and sharp, its time sounded like it was dripping, fading into another, distorted and inhuman.

"Mark- Mark heLP-" it seems to be getting more urgent.

Marks breath hitches, his eyes widening, more tears spilling onto his cheeks.

"MARK!" It screams, Cesars voice piercing right through Marks heart.

"MARK, MARK IT'S OUT HERE WITH ME-" His agonized yelling sounds startlingly real- and Mark is sent further into madness with each passing minute.

He rips at his hair, his eyes pressed shut. 

nononono

There's more banging on the door, and it's followed by high pitched, gutteral yelling. It sounded like Cesar was being ripped into a carcass right outside of Marks door.

His expression was that of a wounded animal, as he listened to the scenario play over and over in his head as the alternate rewound it's voice and played again. 

Mark was frozen. He knew it wasn't real, he knew-

"MAR,,,K SA-VE MEEEEEeeee-" the alternate tried one last chance of impersonating his partner before it screeched again and smashed at the door.

A dark red liquid seeped through the crack between it and the floor, creeping across the hardwood into a large puddle of blood.

Mark looked on in horror, barely able to think.

In a last rush effort he launched his trembling self up from the floor and onto the bed, clawing at the sheets in an almost animalistic manner. His fingers finally found the solid metal object he had been looking for and he slowly lifted the shape of a gun out in front of him. 

Without a second thought he raised it to his head, and

UH OH! BAD DECISION, MARK!

Chock at the bus stop (this is taken from one chat in the character.ai)

Mark and Cesar If they were normal

”yeah, like Caesar salad, cause that shits heavenly.” - My friend @skoik1294bc52 while watching the Mandela Catalogue with me. I was talking abt now names have religious connects n shit.