towerofanimus | With the beast inside

Characters: Bro and Dave Strider
Setting: Wherever Dave is!!
Format: Prose
Summary: Bro is suffering the effects of the insanity... Stuff happens.
Warnings: Insane!Bro, that is all that needs saying. Also death.

It was too late for him to go back, by the time he had finally started to succumb to the effects of whatever was getting to him. Sure he had felt it at first, but he was too strong-willed to be scared off by it. Too prideful. He wasn't going to let the tower push him around, and a voice in his head just wasn't going to get to him. After all, it wasn't the worst that the tower had put him through. But then it started getting worse. When he started seeing things out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't bring himself to leave. Then the voices started. Dave's voice, people's he knew from earth. About how he'd failed them. Dave got to him the most, because he was used to failing him day after day here, not being able to save him from the horrors of the tower. Eventually he couldn't really take it anymore and he'd curled up somewhere, trying not to listen to them, no will to actually get up and move. But they weren't ignorable, and they slowly got to him.

It wasn't until the hallucinations started that he finally pushed himself up and began walking, body stiff at first. He wasn't sure where he was going, but the visions kept him moving. Eventually he decided to look for Dave, his mind telling him he needed to find him. Maybe to prove the voices wrong, to not fail him for once in his life. He could do that, couldn't he? Something was pushing him to try, even if under normal circumstances he didn't believe he could. It was nearing his fifth hour when he set out to look for him, and his determination only grew from there.

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He let's out a strangled cry. The sudden pressure and pain flaring up hurt a lot. The twist has him writhing slightly. Fuck. It hurts so much, but he doesn't want to die. When you get down to it, he really doesn't want to die.

Would he die if it meant saving someone he cared about? Fuck, he'd die hundreds of deaths to save them. But this was different. And this was terrifying.

And he doesn't even know what hurts more. The physical pain of bleeding to death or the fact that it was Bro doing it.

It doesn't do what Bro wanted it to. He hoped it would kill him faster, but it just seems to be doing nothing but causing him pain. God fucking damn it, he can't even do the one thing right that would help Dave, can he?

"Just die..."

It's quiet, almost pleading. "Come on, just fucking die. please. You're so close. Just let go already. You're almost there."

No, this just hurts a fuckton. He shuts his eyes tightly before opening them again. His vision was starting to get blurry and breathing was getting harder. This was such a painful way to go, holy shit. It wasn't that great the first time a year ago, it's not that great now.

He just shakes his head as best as he can. He doesn't want to die.

He's getting so frustrated right now. He thought it would be quicker, that it would be over fast and that Dave would finally be safe. But apparently fucking not, and it's just making him angry. Angry and borderline hysterical with stress and worry and impatience.

"Do I need to fucking stab you again?" as he speaks, he's looking around for his sword. He spots it a few feet away and shifts, moving onto his hands and knees. He starts crawling forward, though his movements are so shaky that it's taking him longer to get to it. "It's the only way."

He wants to reach out towards Bro. To stop him. He doesn't want to get stabbed again. But holy shit, who would think getting stabbed by a broadsword would hurt so much? Color him surprised.

Instead he just let's out a hiccup and maybe a small sob. On the other side, if Bro just ends this sooner. He doesn't think he'd mind. He's going to die anyways.

Bro barely hears Dave's noises as he reaches for the sword. When he gets it, he pulls himself up using the hilt and then shakily walks back over to Dave. His hands are shaking and his breathing is raspy. He hovers over Dave, before raising the sword up and bringing it down with a grunt, sinking it hard into Dave's stomach.

Everything goes black. There's still a slight rise and fall to Dave's chest, but it's so meager and weak. At the very least. Dave won't be conscious for the remaining moment of his life. He doesn't have to lie in pain until death sweeps over him while he bleeds out.

Bro's hands slide off the sword and he falls back onto his ass, his hands shaking harder as he stares at the bloody, hardly bleeding mess of Dave. And then he starts laughing again. Breathy, deranged laughs, because suddenly everything is funny. Everything is funny, and he's starting to feel weird as fuck, as if his body doesn't want to work anymore. But despite that, he's still just gonna fucking laugh.

With the beast inside

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