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Too much.
It’s too much for him.
Hyperlaser sat at the edge of his bed, mind drifting through different possibilities. “What ifs” swarmed in his mind, and a crippling guilt washed down onto him.
Did his beloved want this for him?
He couldn’t bring himself to do this.
his belongings were already packed, ready to leave his frie- i mean partner’s lodgings, except for the cat tree and food bowls. He’ll get those when his beloved goes to sleep for the night. A sudden dip in the mattress caused Hyperlaser to jolt, turning around sharply to find out it was just his pet, Princess. The elderly cat fumbled around before managing to find her owner, where she nestled between the mercenary’s lap.
A rough, calloused hand laid itself onto the stomach of the cat as Hyperlaser started to stroke her belly, earning a few purrs from the mammal. Soon enough, he found himself lying on the mattress, one hand on Princess and the other over his eyes, as he drifted off the sleep.
<The blood of many, which can’t be wiped off his hands. The screams of agony, reverberating in his head. His employer, tugging, playing with the strings of control, the control over Hyperlaser’s body, his mind. The hands, swarming his body like angry wasps, touching and staining him. The embrace of someone, bringing him to the light. The warm, lovely rays of the light, shining and soothing his soul. A sudden shove, from the source of warm embrace.Then he is plummeting, plummeting down a void with no end. The hands of the betrayer, cold, and empty.That someone, with dark red horns that no one could miss, looking down at him, with emotions that can’t be described…>
Hyperlaser practically jumped out of his mattress, startling the poor feline from her slumber. His hands were clammy with sweat and his heart felt like it was about to jump out of his throat.
Why…? Why was this happening?
Well anyways, he needed to disassemble the cat tree, so might as well…
The mercenary got up from his mattress to get some water, slowly opening the door to not startle anyone. The light under the other room was still on, the faint, warm light seeping through the crack under the door. He walked over to the fridge, and grabbed some much needed, cold water. After hydrating himself and feeling much better, he started to only and methodically disassemble the cat tree. When he was dismantling a part of the tree, one of the platforms slipped out of his hands and thudded loudly against the floor. Hyperlaser froze, and he heard a soft creaking, presumably from a door. He scrambled to get back to his room, but he was too slow.
”Hyperlaser?”
He stood at the doorway, watching his partner dismantling the tree. Hyperlaser stood up slowly, shuffling his feet in embarrassment.
”uh…I CAN EXPLAIN!”
Hyperlaser said, slightly louder than expected. He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head to one side his head and urging him to continue.
”so basically… the cat tree is… uhh… broken! Yes, it’s broken! I’m planning to replace it…”
He nodded approvingly, before retreating back to his room.
Hyperlaser breathed a sigh of relief, before fully dismantling the cat tree. Who knew he was so gullible? Hyperlaser went back to his room with the dismantled cat tree parts, and stuffed them into another suitcase. He sighed loudly before settling back down onto the mattress,where Princess had already found her usual spot on the corner of the mattress.He lay back down and checked the clock at the corner of his room.
It was 5am, but he really didn’t think he could sleep anytime soon. He double-checked all his suitcases, before storing them in his empty closet. Soon, just soon, he can get out of here.
Did he really want this?
He shouldn’t be doing this. To his beloved, his one and only.
But he really couldn’t do this anymore.
He still remembers the encounter.
He can still feel the hands.
He still remembers that smile. A cruel, condescending smile.
He still can recall the exact words that were spat at him.
”You’re nothing but a tool. Perfect for playing with!”
Hyperlaser sobs into his blanket, trying to muffle the sound. It has been months since the incident, but it feels like its happening everyday. The pain, the shock, the betrayal. He still can recall, the exact date, the exact time, down to the minute.
It hurt.
It hurts so bad.
He just wants to end it.
To help himself.
To help his partner, his beloved, to spare him of his agony.
He just wants to end it.
~to be continued~