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(   vecna   ).

choicelesshope asked:

“ why are you doing this?! ” ( will to vecna? 👀 )

  “Why?… Why not? When this world is already in such shambles. Humanity, the virus that it is, has destroyed most of what was good in it. Forests? Gone. Animals? Most coming upon the brink of extinction, or soon to be.” His cold, pale blue eyes were trained on the other, focused on what he could see from that nearly innocent face. “Your kind deserves what is coming to them…”

| @choicelesshope· |

he was no stranger to fear. many have been the years in which will had felt its ice-cold grasp grabbing him from the back of his neck—paralyzing every thought, every breath in him. a warning—i’m coming for you, there’s no escape.

yes, many have been the years he has feared a bigger threat, learned to look over his shoulder, prepare for the worst so that he would end up here. in front of him—a red sky, lightning in the distance. him—a sight new to him though he feels his presence has been always there. watching, whispering to him.

❝ but it can’t be the only way! ❞ he’s not gonna deny it, he knows of the damage his kind is capable of, he has it written all over his skin. ❝ there’s good out there! there are people that are good! you’re just gonna—tear it all up ‘cause some people chose to do mistakes?! ❞ and you’d guess screaming at something like him wouldn’t be the smartest thing to do—but it’s the only thing he can manage. feet planted in his place, his heart running at full speed. he’s scared, terrified even, but also enraged. done. tired of every second he has spent just surviving, marked by what happened three years ago.

for at least this time, he’s not gone hiding again.

(   eddie   ).

It was like a dream, seeing her here, where danger surely lurked at every corner. Within himself he could feel an old stirring of heartstrings, desperately wishing that she were anywhere else but in this place of hell. Those eyes of hers were like stars, and what he could see of her soul, a pure pale light. He was somewhat dazzled, for a moment, just by observing every part of her that he could with a long gaze.

Those hands on the front of his clothes, where stains of red were still present, but no longer were the wounds there. Such a chaotic mess it had been, and he was still wholly confused as to why he had been kept. There was no use for someone like him. He was to be the sacrifice… or so he had thought. Buy them time. Buy them time… Were the last moments he recalled, before the monster came to grant him new purpose; a forcible, unwanted pact…

  “…Chrissy…” To hear her speak sent him partially out of this trance, and some light confusion danced on his features as she was urging him to go. He shook his head a few times, but she already had his hand in hers, and for a few moments more he was lost at what to say. Words were not coming, and he followed along behind her for a few feet, before he halted. “Chrissy– I can’t…!” Suddenly, he spoke, loud enough to break past his parting lips, but still quiet as to not spook whatever else may be near.

One look her way, again, and his expression softened with that desperation. “I can’t go with you…” How much he wanted to, so badly. Just to let her lead him away, but the part of him that was still theirs, still with the last lingering bits of his heart; He had to warn her. “I’m… - It’s too dangerous, Chrissy.” She doesn’t know. How could she? It was going to hurt him the most, and the creature that did this to him knew it so.

| @choicelesshope· |

he speaks—once, her name something she’s not entirely used to hearing falling from his lips. a rarity that not only once had made her heart skip a beat, now—quickly buried under the pressing matter of his safety. unheard, forgotten. there was relief in the feeling of him following her, the weight of his hand as she led him a few more steps making her focus on nothing more than the words she had taken as her oath: he’s alive. i can’t believe he’s alive—he really is here. he won’t be left behind, not again. not again, not again, not again.

❝ it’s not far! ❞ she answers, for he speaks a second time. her own words come out trembling, pleading. why would she have to plead? there’s no certain answer, at first, though—perhaps she already feels something’s off about this. about him, about his reticence to go on. an unsaid truth she doesn’t want to know about, as long as she can remain in the idea that if she kept pulling, kept carrying on, didn’t let go of his hand, everything would be alright. everything, somehow, would ultimately be alright.

but—how long can blind faith go unshattered? how long can one heart remain strong when all around the world is consumed by shadows? slowly, her steps start to falter, her grip shaken, and though he cannot see it yet—tears have drenched her cheeks and veiled her vision. she stops. a few seconds that felt like hours before she turns to him: far from ready to finally know the truth, but brave enough to try it anyways.

❝ why? ❞ in her eyes it's written a silent request: say it. just say it, i can take it. ❝ you said you can’t, what—what do you mean by that? ❞ and as another thunder roars in the distance ( a reminder from this world that not every threat has been dismissed, not yet ) her eyes land and remains in those big brown eyes of his. a cruelty, really—why does it feel like it’s not been a minute from their conversation in the forest?

no—not a minute, but the wishful thinking of a future that slips away with every second he takes to answer her questions.

@vecnaaone​ said: [Vecna - normal canon verse, or Renewed Form AU to Chrissy]. ❝ imagine what we could do together. ❞

no. no, no, no, please—no.

her whole body freezes for a moment—shatters. one breath, two, then a thousand as she struggles not to choke, not to scream, not to fall onto her knees in fear of what's to come. of whatever horror he has ready for her the minute she turns back to face him. how—how did he trapped her? she rushes to think. how, did this happen when all of them had been so careful with their plan; mindful of every possibility.

is—is there a chance for her? a second escape from his domain? her heart refuses to even consider it, at first. the darkest part of herself reminding her she’s not like her new friends—not bold like max, skilled like nancy, strong, smart, or experienced as they had proved to be. no, she’s just her. weak, helpless her. a casualty that shouldn’t have made it this far ( yet she did ). tears gathering in her eyes, and for a moment, she’s ready to give up. ready—to fulfill the part that had been written for her. shaking—chrissy presses her lips and eyes shut, far from ready to see him again but knowing he’ll make her if she’d even try to resist, and it’s so hard not to resist.

but wait… wait. what if this was not the end? the group had to be out there and they had managed to bring back max once, they talked about it. yes! if only someone reached just in time, if only someone played her record before it was too late. ❝ what are you— ❞ she forces herself to talk, barely any sound in that strangled gasp that left her mouth. quick, go on. try something, anything. ❝ i don’t know what you mean! what could i possibly do— ❞ to help, to be of any importance for whatever end he’s pursuing against their world.

the clock is ticking, and in a last effort, chrissy manages to turn just enough to get a peak of his image. a first struck that could make it easier to get through this whole nonsense somehow—yet, when she succeeded, it wasn’t the crimson monster waiting for her at the other end of the room. was he making her see that blond man? and if that was the case, why? who is he?