Title: Ending 1, Anon Version Status: Complete Characters: Anon, Fang, Stella Rating: NSFW Classification: One-Shot Author: AirconWater Summary: The first ending of Snoot Game but with Anon and Fang switched. Where the hell is Anon!? My legs burn as I run through the eerily silent halls of Volcano High. The smell of blood stagnant in the air, causing me to gag. I scan the hallways, knowing deep down that the person I'm looking for won't be one of the many innocent students laying dead on the ground. A gunshot stops my search in its tracks, the knot in my throat stopping me from screaming out in fear. I stop at the corner and peer into the hallway. There he is... Anon He's standing in the middle of the hallway staring at a body on the floor. It's Stella... There's a massive hole in the side of her head, and her blood is starting to pool at his feet. I gag again, the sound causing Anon to turn in my direction. I quickly duck behind the wall holding my mouth shut. I hear wet footsteps getting louder as I begin to panic, will he shoot me? Kill me like the others? ...fuck... I'll have to face him I steady myself and get ready to turn the corner. BANG The front doors to the school are kicked open. "POLICE! SHOW YOURSELF!" The footsteps stop, then quickly pick up speed in the opposite direction. I stick my head out from behind the wall and catch a glimpse of his jacket disappearing through a doorway. I step out into the hallway and walk over to the door he went through, I could recognize this door from a mile away. A sign on the door reads "ROOF ACCESS" ... I step off the stairs onto the roof. The fog from this morning has cleared slightly and the sun shines through the clouds turning the sky pink, godrays pass through the skyscrapers and shine down the streets of the city. The beauty of the outside world is interrupted by the sickening smell of copper. The relaxing sound of birds chirping and distant cars is corrupted by the thoughts of a madman being unintentionally spilled out for the world to hear. He's covered in blood, the front of his shirt and jacket have blood splattered on them, and there's a giant handprint on the back of his left shoulder. Blood drips from his nose onto the asphalt roof, staining it along with his bloody shoeprints. I step closer and closer, unable to make out his words, until I'm only a few feet behind him. "-deserved everything they got. They'll never hurt her again... they'll never hurt us again Fang..." I inch my way forward and reach out a hand. "...Anon?..." "I'm so sorry Fang... I'm so sorry" He brings the gun up to his chin and squeezes his eyes shut "Anon? ANON NO!" I lunge forward and grab his shoulder- POP Instant searing pain shoots through the entire right side of my body as I collapse to the floor, screaming in pain. I hold a hand over the wound as blood begins to run down off of my stomach and back and onto the floor, joining the tears that are now burning my eyes and wetting the asphalt. He looks down at me, lining the gun up with my head. Then he realizes. "F-Fang?" He tosses the gun to the side and drops to his knees, shock plastered on his face. "Fang... why are you here? You're supposed to be at the apartment..." he starts to cry, "Why did you come here!? You weren't supposed to be here!". I feel dizzy. "Anon please.. don't do it.." He stands up and walks over to the gun. "I'm so sorry Fang, I never meant for you to get hurt." he says as he turns to look at me one last time. "no.. anon... don't" He lifts the gun to his chin and I close my eyes. The gunshot makes my ears ring. It's over.