This is based off of Reatrace 74. It's Oz right after he was shot by Gil. Originally this was my reply to a roleplay my friend and I were doing, but she said I should publish it. So here I am!
Disclaimer: I do not own Pandora Hearts.
A shallow breath escaped from the boys dying body. He was alive but barely. Though his physical being was sprawled about the ground in a painfully static state, his mind was quite active at for the moment.
A black expanse of nothingness sprawled endlessly in all directions. The floor was a dimly shining reflective surface, almost like water. Oz appeared, staring in wonder at his surroundings. "Just…where am I? Is this my own mind?" After a moment of dazed thinking he remembered everything. "Gil…" Betrayal was fresh in the young blonde's mind. The familiar pang of loneliness throbbed in his heart. "He shot me."
Jack was right. Oz was just a worthless chain. Everything up to this point of time in his life was lie. My very existence was a fraud. I deserve to die. I deserved that bullet from Gil's gun.
The thin strings that held Oz's heart together snapped at that moment. He had lost everything, and everyone. Though it's not that they were his to begin with. His already weakened knees grew more atrophied at the epiphany of his disgusting existence. They gave out and he fell to the ground. Tears were just about to form at the corner of his emerald eyes, but then he saw them. All of his friends. Their reflections were staring back up at him from the murky surface of the ground. His eyes grew in horror at their sight. "They all hate me. I've hurt them so much." But what they did startled Oz. Simultaneously, everyone's lips parted into pearly white grins. "We're all a part of you, in the same way that The Abyss is a part of our world. We need you Oz." Those words were chanted over and over by them, almost as if it were planned.
After regaining from the shock of seeing them the blonde thought for a moment. "They're just parts of my imagination. They don't mean anything. What they're saying are just words that I would like to hear." But then it struck him.
The despair and anger he felt. The love and hate he groveled in. The fears he ignored. The mania and the depression that have become his ordinary. The heartbreak of betrayal that is new to him. The protectiveness, and the pride that he has always had. The overwhelming loneliness, and the painful emptiness he has endured. These are his feelings. And his feelings alone. Nobody could take away these from him. Whatever happened in Sablier didn't effect what happened to him since he became who he is. Everything he has felt or saw or anything, was real.
With a grunt the boy stood up, inhaling quite deeply. And with a scream he uttered, "I am Oz Vessalius, and I refuse to die!"
Back in the real world, his eyes fluttered open. A light flashed from his body. A shriek escaped from his lips. "I'm alive!"