𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕀ℝ𝕆ℕ 𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙶.
@thec0nvict
ⁱ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ˡⁱᵛᵉ. . . ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢᵒ ʷʳᵒⁿᵍ. .? 𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗜𝗥𝗢𝗡 𝗟𝗨𝗡𝗚
Simon listens to the full thing, not once deciding to interrupt. Once they're done speaking, Simon lets out a groan and begins to break down . He's had enough. The Butcher is so, so tired .
❝Hey-- hey! You weren't there! I tried to stop them !❞ Simon's so caught up in his thoughts, that he doesn't even notice . ❝I was the only tryin' to-- yet they didn't FUCKIN' listen !❞
❝Can you try--. . talkin' to it? I know that sounds weird, but maybe we just need to-- test. Y'know ?❞ He stops moving the ship, and motions over toward the intercom .
The convict raises their head up slightly, the tears have ceased, but it's still rather obvious that he was sobbing earlier . It takes him a moment to respond, he doesn't even want to respond, but he knows he must . ❝Simon .❞
Simon listens closely, the soft rumble of the SM-13 moving some strands of hair in front of his face. The convict gives an occasional glance to the intercom, as it crackles once more . ❝Well, that sounds quite nice. I can't even lie about that, sounds so peaceful .❞
// So sorry about my recent inactivity on this account! Been slowly losing muse for this convict, but I'll gain it back eventually! // Just to be clear, nobody here caused it, it's mostly just me being weird sometimes! I'll get to responses over time, love y'all and stay safe!! ♥️
Simon eventually manages to get his right hand free, more screams escape the former convict. Now, onto the left hand, he pulls. . but it doesn't come off easily . He soon hears the voice again, it's getting closer . ❝Oh, fuck me .❞
Simon attempts to move his hand, it won't budge. Suddenly what looks like roots come from the pipe, and attack his shoulder, resulting in his right hand raising up and attaching to a pipe on the other side . His feet can't even touch the ground right now, he's being suspended in the air .
Finally, Simon comes out of the crawlspace. He has the Black Box, although he's covered in blood . He leans forward, puking up the same substance, he absolutely hates blood . He fully gets out of the crawlspace, grabbing the Black Box, and he staggers up .
❝I need to-- go in the blood . .❞ He motions to the flooded crawlspace, as blood begins to flood the floor of the sub, Simon removes some more of his Eden gear, just enough to where he can easily go down there .
❝You think I'm just gonna give you what you want?! Fuck that and FUCK YOU !❞ The convict grips the controls, his left eye changing to a blood red . ❝YOU WANNA EAT ME?! 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙍𝙔 !!❞ He rams the SM-13 into the monster, before using a binder to keep the ship going backwards .
+ ❝Nothin' else. What do you know? You're just a piece of shit that doesn't even know it's dead-- WHAT DO YOU KNOW ?!❞ Clearly the taunting had gotten to the convict, as he staggers toward the controls .
The convict slowly turns towards the controls, seemingly becoming more frustrated as the Monster continues to taunt him. Bringing up his deceased mother, and how his life means nothing now . The front indicator begins to beep, it's getting closer . Simon staggers up, breathing heavily. +
+ cannot hear, but ones that the butcher can hear clearly. It's taunting him .
The sub begins to shake again, something is growing over the camera button, which causes to keep taking pictures without the hand of the convict . A shaky breath escapes him, there's something in front of the SM-13. Something alive . Voices begin to seep into his head, ones that Mach +
A stammer escapes from the butcher, he can't exactly put into words how much pain he's in . Anytime he tries to speak now, nothing comes out. It's like something is stopping him from speaking. Which is probably just shock from all this . ❝Carolina . .❞ There he is .
The convict stumbles toward her, but he doesn't yet embrace her . He actually staggers back, hitting the wall of the sub, holding his head in pain . ❝What is wrong with me . .?❞
The butcher soon gets up from his chair, turning to look at her . ❝Carolina, I--. . I think I'm sick or somethin'. I don't know what's wrong with me . .❞ He staggers toward her slightly, such a somber and confused tone in his voice .
The convict looks absolutely mortified, a few gasps escaping him as he fully understands he might not be getting out of this . And it seems like the marking on his face seems to be getting worse over time. Almost like it's growing throughout his face . Like a parasite .
❝Carolina . .❞ He mutters, before a blood droplet strikes the convict's forehead, halting his progression as he groans in pain .
The convict glances up at the ceiling, before turning to look at Alastor again, words don't come out however . His attention then turns to the bandages, as he attempts to remove them. After a while, they do. But so does his skin . The convict looks on in horror .