[He doesn't know what to do. He's supposed to be torn in half by a weird nightmare wire creature, he's supposed to be dead, and the shows are supposed to start all over again. That's what he knows to handle. Not all this. He's not prepared to save two people that he instinctively cares for, especially not when he can't put a finger on why. He's feeling too drained to keep this up, even when escape is so damn close.
But the part of him that cares too much wins out. Maybe because it's something the real version of him would want? Is he real? Is it even worth asking those fucking questions right now?
He hears one Ranboo whine softly, and another speak his name like it's too fragile to even breathe out, and he finds some energy that he doesn't know he had left. He scans the area as they're limping along, and spots what looks like a first aid station in a little branch off of the hallway, probably leading to an employee space or something like that. He doesn't hear anything down that corridor, so maybe...]
Over there. Gotta be some disinfectant and stuff in the kit.
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But the part of him that cares too much wins out. Maybe because it's something the real version of him would want? Is he real? Is it even worth asking those fucking questions right now?
He hears one Ranboo whine softly, and another speak his name like it's too fragile to even breathe out, and he finds some energy that he doesn't know he had left. He scans the area as they're limping along, and spots what looks like a first aid station in a little branch off of the hallway, probably leading to an employee space or something like that. He doesn't hear anything down that corridor, so maybe...]
Over there. Gotta be some disinfectant and stuff in the kit.