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[dirtdevil]

Characters: Eren & Levi
Time: The asscrack of dawn
Location: A snow globe in a dollar store? Who the fuck knows
Description: PARTY HARD till someone dies whoops

[ So this thing is happening. Bummer. Who will live? Who will die!? It'll be very dramatic I'm sure. Man, their lives sure do suck, huh? ]

Comments

[infiniteregress]

Hmm . . . I'm afraid that you've been outbid. You have ten minutes, or I'll take matters into my own hands.

[You have ten minutes to decide how to die and to put that plan into action! When that time runs out, water will begin to trickle in the room from the floor, faster and faster and faster—after ten more minutes, the room will be completely flooded. The person chosen to survive will instinctively know that they won't have any trouble breathing.

Once the person slated to die is dead, their body will vanish, and the water will recede. With a sickening lurch, the survivor will find themselves back in the garden, with the corpse of their partner nearby.]

((Here))

[wirsinddiejager]

-Fuck.

[dirtdevil]

[well. that's a bummer, huh.

he curses under his breath, but doesn't really appear very surprised to head the verdict.]

[wirsinddiejager]

[turns to him, panicked]

Captain, we can't just- there's got to be some other way out of here, or- or something!

[dirtdevil]

Shut up.

[it's not said bitterly.]

You're not going to come up with some genius cheat in the next ten minutes.

[wirsinddiejager]

I'm not gonna let her kill you!

[dirtdevil]

You're right. You're not.

[eyeing the knife and the bottle. oh the possibilities.]

[wirsinddiejager]

[oh shit]

I...

[he wants to argue or come up with some kind of escape plan or anything, but he already knows how useless that would be so he just swallows it all down.]

Understood.

[dirtdevil]

Good.

[walking over to where they're sitting and picking up the knife]

Poison's a shitty way to die. So's drowning. At least this'll be quick.

[wirsinddiejager]

...Do you want to do it yourself, or should I?

[dirtdevil]

Depends. Could you do something like that without feeling responsible? I doubt it.

[wirsinddiejager]

I'm gonna feel responsible no matter what.

[dirtdevil]

[enjoy this Very Serious Glare]

Was it your fault we ended up here? No. This was a joint effort, and we had nothing to offer. The only one responsible is her.

[he examines the blade closer, trying to decide how best to off himself should it come to that. are we having fun yet?]

[wirsinddiejager]

...Yes, sir. [nope still feeling responsible]

I'll do it if you want. It'll be easier.

[dirtdevil]

[you little shit.]

No, it won't. I'll do it myself.

[wirsinddiejager]

[glares at him for a moment before giving up and turning his eyes to the ground. this is such bullshit.]

Fine.

[dirtdevil]

What? Did you want to do it?

[wirsinddiejager]

Of course I don't want to do it! But... you shouldn't have to do it yourself.

[dirtdevil]

You know what I meant.

[he pauses to think for a moment, but his decision is interrupted by the sound of water beginning to trickle in. good job dumbasses, you're too slow.]

[wirsinddiejager]

[oh shit oh fuck oh man oh god]

[dirtdevil]

[yes, all of those things. he grips the knife harder.]

Turn around. You're not going to watch.

[wirsinddiejager]

[still wants to argue but it has only made things worse so far. not going to turn around without saluting first though.]

[dirtdevil]

[you know what kid, you're alright. that's what he'd say if he were the type to say things like that. but he's not, so he just nods once and then turns around and walks through the water as far as he can before hitting the dome wall. he stares at it for a minute, wondering if that woman is watching from the other side, gleefully anticipating what comes next. he wants to flip her off, but doesn't want to give her the satisfaction that would probably provide.

so he rests the edge of the knife against his neck, as calmly as he possibly can. he always knew he might have to die for this kid someday, but like this? by his own hand? it was nauseating. almost unbearably so. and so, before it (and the rising water) could creep up enough to hinder his strength, he yanked the blade straight across his neck, quickly and as hard as he could.

there's a small sound between a splash and a thunk as the knife drops, and then a louder one before the water begins to turn red.

he dies as he had lived: a bad motherfucker.]

[wirsinddiejager]

[Eren's already tensing in preparation before he hears the knife drop. when it does, he closes his eyes despite his back being turned, trying to somehow close out what's happening. it's bad enough that people have died for his sake before, but he never actually thought it could happen to Levi. not like this, at least. humanity's strongest soldier deserved better than dying in some sick, twisted game.

but that's what happened and Eren was completely helpless to stop it. even after all this time, things haven't changed a bit from that day. when he opens his eyes, for a second he's back there, a child watching blood spraying through the air like rain. reality isn't all that different in any way that matters.

and then, with a sickening lurch, he finds himself back in the garden.]