Stuck in a wasteland we covered in glitter and broadcast

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[Charlie's risen from the dead again. Or maybe this time he didn't die. He's pretty sure he should have, with the amount of blood coagulating around him, matting the hair on the back of his head, but somehow he's awake.

He pushes the mass of wires and metal that did the damage off of his body. There's a knife-like claw in his shoulder, and when he touches it, he has to bite back a yelp of pain. Okay, definitely not moving that yet.

Everything fucking hurts. He's miserable, and he so desperately wants to just lay down and go back to sleep, but he can tell from the lack of movement that the facility has been shut down. Ranboo reached the button. That means they must have gotten out! Is there a chance he's waiting outside? Catching his breath, maybe, or just hoping someone else was able to escape as well. Grimacing, Charlie heads towards the exit-

He hears sobbing. It's muffled, off to the side, through a different exit. He can't help but worry, especially as he gets closer and can hear clearly who it is.]

Ranboo...?

[He hastens forward, and even with the amount of blood dripping from him, he can see... someone else was bleeding and went through here. He desperately hopes the carnage isn't from the Hero...

The Hero who is currently screaming.

Charlie starts running on instinct, stumbling into a room lit by cruel red screens. He can see Ranboo, tied down and skewered through the hands in some horrific Christ-like pose. Their head is restrained, trapped inside an... is that an iron maiden? They're begging, pleading for their death, and the one goading them on in what could be their last moments-

Fucking Hetch.

Before Charlie can think about the consequences, he's ripping the blade out of his shoulder, storming forward. Hetch turns away from the monitors, stammering out some protest, but Charlie ignores it. This bastard wanted a villain, and he'll give him a fucking villain.

When he comes to, his face feels wet with blood that isn't his, likely from Hetch's corpse that's now cooling beneath him, blood pooling from a cut in his neck. He grits his teeth, feeling a wave of exhaustion, but somehow holds himself upright, looking towards... Ranboo, still alive.]

Thank god... Ranboo, you're okay...

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[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.