Stranded

Prison Only Kills More-Act 6 Finale

~Loser POV~

I am not myself.

I say that I am, but I am not.

As if I'm merely watching myself from the heavens, already dead.

Even as I'm dead my heart will beat for him, and even as I cry myself to sleep I cry for him.

He's down there, he's outside... I wonder where he is.

I watch my body, it's just a puppet.

I say words, but they don't come from me.

They come from her.

She...

The monster that hurt all those poor people.

Is now hurting us.

Is now stabbing us.

Is now skinning us.

Is now popping us.

Is now slicing us.

Is now hanging us.

Is now cutting us.

Is now killing me.

Their knife, perfect for removing those pesky organs.

Their brush, perfect for spreading a flurry of paint.

Their hands, perfect for framing it as nightmarishly as possible.

Their heart, perfect for keeping her alive... Even when she isn't.

She hasn't been alive.

Not until that rejection.

Bitter, still so bitter.

She'll take it out on us...

Now she's taking it out on me.

Firey locked me up, and now I'm alone.

She broke in to seal the deal.

Cut my arms off, and pin them to the wall.

It would be useless without them.

I would be useless.

Memories lapse.

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It's that chair.

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Red... Reddish brown.

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Goodbye...

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I just wish I could...

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Could have told Cake.

~Match POV~

It's Friday.

From what Pin and Coiny have said, Loser is next to be dead. To be honest, it burns. Yeah yeah, say what want about matches burning. But, it stings.

We're all anxious and tired, Naily is trying to locate us. She couldn't come fast enough. Golfball is missing. Needle is missing...

No.

Needle is dead.

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