>>25252 This is how you make me make more


It wasn't… It wasn't supposed to -BE- anything.

She was supposed to be dead. Blackness. Her ruined life, over.

But for some stupid reason, there was still a vague, foggy, faint sensation, inklings of ideas, tiny flickers of thought.

Fucking loser. You can't even kill yourself right.

Hell. You were such a drama queen, you stole that horny reindeer costume from the desk of that brainless bimbo of a secretary they assigned to David. The one she was gonna prance around in at the Christmas party, and David would completely ignore.

But you couldn't, could you? Stupid trash. You were barely a coathanger for it. Just wearing it told you, you were worthless, ugly trash not fit to lick the ground clean before he walked on it.

What the fuck did he ever see in you?

And you were so fucking dumb, you got it backwards. Head FIRST, then arms, legs LAST.

Instead you got to look Mister Kurosawa in the eyes when he kicked the door to the lab in, knocked over the camera you set up, so you had to drag HIM in, telling him your last wishes.

There was no going back, with the heavy lifting arms holding you tight, ugly limbs splayed wide.

And then… You fucking dolt. If you started with the head, it would've been quick.

Instead, you got to shriek in utter agony, straight into the boss's horrified face, for almost a full minute. Feeling the inferno sting all through each limb that wasn't there, trying to thrash the limbs you could clearly see the machine arms holding, limp and more useless than usual, machines carefully fitting the fancy caps over your stumps before packing them in the case.

Screaming in the face of your boss, in horror and agony and terror, watching his usually stoic face go through all kinds of horrified contortions. You watched him turn green and start to vomit before the laser snipped your neck and it all quickly flushed away to nothing.

… Except you couldn't do THAT right, either.

Because if you were properly dead

You wouldn't be yelling at yourself in the dark. Would you?