Late Goretober and Notevember, ayy

*rubs hands* I will have fun writing this train wreck

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Red. The first color I see when I crack an eyelid open, ready to face a new day. But days have long ceased to exist, as well as hours and minutes and seconds; time is indeed dead. Gone.

The red I have seen drips right down on the very tip of my nose. With a flick of my two fingers, it's gone immediately. As my vision clears little by little, sped up a bit by my rubbing of my still-tired eyes, I can see the faintly-glinting, familiar edge of a knife.

That got me up and running. In mere seconds I am already inches away from the thing. If not for this stupid glowing blue chain I would've scrambled my way outta here!

In all honesty, I'm surprised--the metal still shows underneath all that blood? Used for twenty-seven days straight--no washing, nor even any form of cleaning involved in the process. Twenty-seven days of severing body parts from their rightful places. Twenty-seven days of cuts and bruises.

Twenty. Seven. Days.

It started with a stab in the back. Then I suddenly find myself lying facefirst on an unusually soft carpet. My attacker was that of a man with six fingers on each hand. Someone I know all too well.

All my willpower that had been lying there is immediately lost after that particular thought ran through my head. I drop to the ground just as a tear slips out of my left eye.

I'm still not as strong as you think I am, after all these days.

Further and further.

Deeper and deeper.

I sink into the carpet. I close my eyes.

I don't have to endure another day.

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"I'll die before I'd join you!"

"I-I'm relieved. . .he didn't do it, he didn't do it."

"We're finally out of that nightmarish bubble!"

"Who's that floating right in front of that weird otherworldly pyramid thing?"

. . .

"Fine. I came here for that anyway in the first place."

"I applaud you and your thinking, Fordsy!"

". . .What are you? Who is this in the mirror?"

"I gave you a makeover! Do you like it? You definitely should! It's made with all the elements the average human cannot comprehend!"

Endless repeating of the days that flew past, switching places, switching perspectives. . .

Bursting the bubble, running to safety, and then. . .

And then what?

People with excessive eyes and limbs, morphing together to form a horrifying amalgamation. Controlled by an unknown force, almost harming the people I hold dear. Forced to see bloodshed and gut spill.

The stab wound is still there.

Stab wound.

Stab wound.

STAB WOUND.

Thud.

"What. . .what have I done?"

And then I jolt awake for the second time with a gasp.

For seconds I sit still. For minutes I look back to the visions. Then I start to notice the texture of the ground. No carpet.

I'm in the hallways.

I glance back at the bloodstained knife, staring at my blurry reflection before grasping the handle to take a closer look at it. Scraping away the dried red substance from the blade, it slowly reveals my childlike face.

That's what I am. A child.

I shouldn't have a life like this.

I get up from my spot, still holding the knife, and walk away.

Time to free my Grunkle and get out of here.

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572 words?!?! That's a first :'D

This disappointment was brought to you by Itsukerui Co.

A while back, I was casually reading through the intro of writingxdreams's Goretober book "Dipper Daring Depravity" (I would also like to note the use of alliteration :D) which uses warriors010's Goretober list.

And then I saw the 27th day

"Before the Gore"

I would like to say I am horrid at writing gore, so that's one of the reasons that this is the prompt that immediately sparked my interest. It's immensely fun to unravel the reasons why this all happened in the first place :^)

And yes, this is the One of Us AU, created by pointrixter on Tumblr, I think?

//immediately goes to sleep because lighty has stayed up at 1:06 am just to publish this doohickey