#so hiw are we after yesterday :D?

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Everything hurts.

Pac groans in pain as he is downed again. How many times has he been killed now, eight times? Ten? Twelve? He’s not sure– and frankly, he doesn’t care anymore. He just wants those fucking eye worker things to be gone.

Someone is picking him up– Pac’s not sure who it is. Everything is so blurry, so hazy. He remembers thanking them as he stands on his legs, hissing when the bruises on the stump of his prosthetic leg ache. He hears more screaming, more fighting, he thinks he heard the sound of someone dying, but he’s not sure of who.

Everything is too much.

“WHAT?!”

Pac turns around, stumbling when he hears Bagi’s broken voice. What happened? His head is spinning, and everything seems to come in and out of focus.

“Who did that?!” She screams, a rage in her voice Pac has never heard come from her. “WHO DID THAT?!”

He’s confused– what happened? He grabs his comm with shaking hands, thinking something was said in chat.

Empanada is bleeding.

Empanada was slain.

What.

He freezes. His heart stops, mind going quiet as gunshots and yells overlap. But– But Empanada was right here. She was behind him, running away with her frying pan in her hands when Pac was downed. How could she be dead? Not again, not again, not again.

“No, no, no...” He mumbles, watching as Bagi and Fit push the worker with their scythes and corners it. The male stumbles towards the worker, hands clenched into fists. He has nothing– those fuckers destroyed his home, destroyed his armour and weapons, took away one of Em’s lives...

He punches, because that’s all he can do.

He punches with as much strength he can muster (which isn’t a lot), mindful to not get between it and Bagi. He keeps punching, again and again and again because how dare they?! How DARE they hurt his family.

Then Bagi yells.

“YOU KILLED EMPANADA, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” She screams, stabbing the worker with her scythe and downing it. “YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”

Pac stumbles back, freezing.

He’s heard that tone before, accompanied by wide, crazy blue eyes and blodied, sharp fangs.

He tries to breathe, but his body feels out of his control. He gets goosebumps as Bagi screams and yells with grief and anger in her voice as she stabs the worker over, and over, and over, and over. Fit stands back, hand going white by the grip he has on his scythe and a mix of anger and guilt on his face.

At some point, the body of the Eye Worker stumbles towards his frozen body. Bagi, in her fit of rage, doesn't see him and continues stabbing the Worker. Pac feels a flash of pain in his abdomen, and he collapses, downed once again but this time by Bagi. He doesn’t dare to move or to speak– he needs to be as quiet and still as he can if he wants to live, to survive.

He starts to get picked up by someone, but all Pac can manage to say is that they can leave him, he’s fine. He gets picked up, of course, but all he can do is stand there, paralized, as Bagi continues her rampage on the eye worker.

Everything hurts, and all he can do is watch.

#so hiw are we after yesterday :D? #bagis reaction shook ne to my core #im still not over it #also pacs reaction when bagi lost it... #as much as it hurt #yesterday was cinema #qsmp #qsmp writing #pactw #qsmp pac #oibagi #qsmp bagi #fitmc #qsmp fit #aynee writes #tw egg death #tw child death #<< just in case