Suffering

TW// Gunshot wounds, Descriptions of injuries, blood and lots of it





























682 grumbled softly as he fished what felt like the millionth bullet out of his flesh. There was no denying that he indeed messed up, but he didn't deserve this. He never did.

Sighing, he bandaged up the new wound, before looking over himself. Did he miss any wounds? Nope. All 70 wounds covered, all with blood soaked banadages.

They had tortured him. Seventy wounds. A wound for each life he took while fighting 096 in the city. He tried to stop 096, but it was too late. 682's appearance had only made things worse.

682 flinched when he heard the door open. When he turned around to look, there was his sister, Rosie, standing in the door. She looked worried. Concerned.

[Leave me, Rosie.] He snarled. [I did what you want. I'm banadaged now.]

"682....I know you don't feel good about yourself..."

[No sh*t I don't. I took Seventy lives today.]

"096 took those lives, not you!"

682 tried to protest, but he quickly found himself in a tight hug by his sister. He hissed in pain, his broken ribs making the thing he would normally love into something that brought him pain.

"682, just please....don't stay mad at yourself for this. Please."

[....I'll try. For you.]

"Thank you. That's all I needed to hear."

She let him go, causing SCP-682 to wheeze in pain. That hurt. Rosie gently began to heal her brother with her kindness magic, wanting to pit an end to his pain.

682 could only smile. She had always cared about him, no matter what. And it seems that was never going to change. He hoped she would never change. He never wanted to lose his sister.

Never again.

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