Synopsis: What if inanimate objects had a voice? What if they thought and felt things just as we do? A one shot collection recording the deaths of the main Until Dawn characters from the perspectives of their beloved possessions.
Genre: Angst, Horror
Ending: No one survives
Rating: T
A/N: I honestly hate killing anyone. But, for the sake of writing something so poignant, I had to make that sacrifice. These will be short one shots from the perspective of an object during the time of each main character's death.
I used to be able to fit perfectly across the bridge of his nose, my arms hooking effortlessly behind his ears. I used to belong there.
It was through me that he saw. Through me that his eyes looked at her, tracing the curve of her smile, the brush of her red hair, the life in her sparkling eyes. He looked at those a lot.
If it hadn't been for me, he'd never have seen her that way. He wouldn't have been able to experience the definitions of her smile, the exact number of freckles on her cheeks, the coordinates of her deep, sloshing eyes. I opened up the world to him.
And now that world? It's falling. Cracking. Spinning out of control.
I fly off his face, my bones snapping and breaking as I hit the ground. The lens he saw through - the ones that let him really see - smash like glass. Crushed like a bug. So easily. Like it never really matter. Like I never mattered.
The girl he looked at so many times screams through a glass door, tumbling to the floor, those eyes, the ones he so admired, raw and spilling with tears. She slams hands to the glass, wanting to break free, to save him, her body composed of purely tears. Bubbling over. Flowing. Like blood. She seems so far away now. I used to see her so easily. So close. Now she's broken in half just like my lenses. Like my limbs.
And he's so distant now. His body broken. His head snapped off. His eyes, lost without me, wide and empty. And hollow. Lost without a world.
His nose and ears are so lonely now. So cold.
I don't belong there anymore.
I sink into the cold, freezing snow; buried, dying. Broken. Me and him. We're the same.