Title: Rope and Boot Status: Complete Characters: Anon, Fang, Ripley Rating: SFW Classification: One-Shot Author: dave_and_busters Summary: Anon returns to his apartment to find an unexpected surprise. Shitfic I wrote because why not “Fuck…” I walk into my apartment building, having found no luck finding a job. That was why I was out this late at night- I couldn’t find a job, and I needed one if I ever wanted to get myself out of this shithole. And I did want to get out- I wanted to get as far away from this place as possible. One more day, and I think I’d fucking snap. Walking up the stairs, I was reminded of what I had lost after seeing a stray white feather in the hallway, probably from my neighbor Ron. Jesus… She’s gone, Anon. You fucked up, accept it, and move on. I had arrived to my apartment door, only to find… why was it unlocked?! Panic quickly set into my heart. Had someone broken in? What if… What if they were inside right now? Were they armed? If so… My fingers went to the Taurusaurus in my waistband, pulling it out. With gun in hand, I kicked open the door to my apartment. Nothing. My shit was disheveled, yes, but they hadn’t taken anything. I set the gun on my kitchen counter, and I turn to close my door. “Damn tweakers… Probably took some random shit.” As soon as I lock my door, I hear floorboards creaking behind me. Before I can turn around, something impacts my skull and everything goes dark… … “Is he dead?” “He better fucking be.” “… I know how you feel toward him. I can relate.” *** *** *** I woke up with a splash of water on my face and a slap on the face. Opening my eyes I was immediately blinded by light which I tried to shield from with my hand… WHY CAN'T I MOVE MY HANDS?! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?! “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I was immediately slapped in the face yet again by a… a woman? Wait. I recognized that voice. No… It can’t be her. She can’t be here. She isn’t real. “Oh, you bet your ass I’m real, you son of a bitch.” As my eyes adjust to the light, I start to recognize the ptero woman in front of me. She sported a shaved head, many tattoos, thin arms, and eyes of amber. “...Fang?” “Oh, so NOW the asshole who ruined me can remember my name!” “Ruined you? What? What’s going on?” As soon as I said that, something collides with my ribs. All the air exits my lungs, and a wave of pain emanates through my body. What the hell was that? Did I get hit with a fucking truck?! I start to cough, and then I feel the cold metal of a gun barrel on the back of my head. “Start talking and I might let you live, fucking punk.” Was that… “Ripley?” I hear a snarl behind me so I can only assume it’s him. From what I gather I’m in what appears to be somebodies garage. It’s dimly lit, but there’s a bright spotlight right in front of me. The fact I’m tied up by the hands and the legs says a lot about how they regard me, as well as the golf club that I presume shattered a rib. “Is this… An interrogation? Fang, what the hell is-” And immediately, I get slapped in the face again. “Shut the FUCK. UP.” Fang catches my gun that Ripley tossed over and aims it at my leg. “Give me ONE good reason NOT to shoot your sorry ass. ONE.” I sigh. “Go ahead. Shoot me. My life couldn’t possibly get any wor-” BANG. Pain radiates from my leg. “FUCK!” I’m doubled over in agony as I feel blood dripping down my leg into my shoe. She had actually done it. The crazy bitch had actually shot me. “NOW do you get it?” “Fang…” I consider begging for mercy. Before I remember. I had ruined her. She had likely turned herself into a junkie judging by how she looked. I had ruined her life. She was continuing on by the skin of her teeth, whereas I was sitting back and using my navy money on alcohol and weed. I didn’t deserve shit. “...Next time, aim for the head.” I say with a monotone voice. “That’s all I ask.” “Awww… Little Anon can’t handle pain?” I feel the handle of my gun make contact with my nose, breaking it. And then she does this multiple more times as I scream out in agony, finally planting the heel of her boot straight into my ribs. “FUCKING GODDAMN IT KILL ME ALREADY! I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU ANYMORE, ALRIGHT?! I FUCKED EVERYTHING UP AND I DONT DESERVE TO EVEN BE NEAR YOU! I DON’T WANT TO HURT YOU ANYMORE LUCY! DON’T YOU FUCKING GET IT?! I WANT TO DIE IN MY APARTMENT ALONE!” I motion my battered head toward my wrists, where very visible cut marks are stacked on top of one another, the oldest ones below the newer ones. “I WANT TO DIE! I WANT TO LEAVE THIS FUCKING PLACE! EVER SINCE…” I take inhale shakily. “Ever since high school. My life has been shi-” I’m met with another kick in the ribs, clearly breaking several. I start to cough up blood as Ripley holds the chair in place so Fang can do her work. “I FUCKING HATE YOU ANON! SELFISH PIECE OF SHIT! YOU ONLY EVER THOUGHT OF YOURSELF! WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I NEEDED SOMEONE?!” Another kick. My vision starts to fade. Another. Another. “Fang…” Ripley interjects with an ice-cold tone of voice. “Finish the job. He’s gonna pass out soon.” “Fine.” I feel Ripley’s hands leave the back of the chair as Fang aims the revolver at my head. Coughing up blood, I look her in the eye. Her cold, dead amber eyes. The sadistic smile she wore. She has wanted this for years. “...Fang. Before-” I cough. Was that flesh? “Before I die… two things you need to know… I left you everything in my will. Also…” I hack up a very obviously fleshy textured chunk. She’d wrecked my insides with my ribs. There was no way I’d be able to live. “...Make sure you use the hollow point. Chamber four.” She opens the cylinder, taking out all the bullets, and taking the hollow point round I’d mentioned earlier, sticking it in the gun, closing the cylinder and pushing it against my eyes. She cocks the hammer. “Holy shit, Anon. You’re actually useful for once. I would say thanks, but you don’t deserve a thing.” “I-” With that I hack up more blood. “I know.” I look her in the eyes the entire time, and I see everything in slow-motion. The hammer slowly falling. Her murderous grin. The gas vents glowing orange with burning powder. Fang… I’m sorry for ruining your life. Everything fades to black. *** *** *** “Guwahfuck!” I fall out of bed. Wait. I was alive?! I was back in my apartment?! I look around. Everything’s fine. I probably just had a bad trip or something. I take off the blanket clinging to my body to find… …Wait. Where were my scars from the USS Texas? Why was I lanky again? When the hell did I start wearing green jackets again? I go over to check my phone, and find it has zero cracks on it. Almost like it’s brand new… Wait. The date… January 6th, M2012020. It’s like none of it happened. I was back to square one. But I remember everything. All the mistakes I made. At this point… …I hadn’t even met Fang yet. Holy shit. I wasn’t going to be there to ruin her life. I could just skirt through school and be a neet in my apartment, play vidya without worry- “...where were you when I needed you?!” That echoes through my mind. …I needed to fix everything. Make sure this NEVER happened to her. She deserved better. I was going to try and be a better person. For Fang. Raptor Jesus, I thank you for giving me this chance… For now… I guess I’d have to walk to Volcano High. …I was going to help Fang this time… [NOTES] meant to be a shitpost