DISCLAIMER: I do not own Steins;Gate or any of its characters. I do not own the cover image.
This is something I found sitting in my Fanfic folder that I forgot to post! This was prompted by a writing prompt from WriteWorld on Tumblr.
(I put this under Angst/Horror, since to me, there is a bit of a horror-like element to it.)
Prompt: Every muscle and joint ached, every breath was a struggle.
EDIT: Sorry, I accidentally labelled it as a parody! XD It was meant to be Horror/Angst.
Every muscle and joint ached, every breath was a struggle.
An unknown force was pulling him away from her.
He reached out a clawed hand and slammed his fingers onto the concrete floor, a hopeless attempt to drag himself back to her to save her.
Of course, she didn't reach back for him. She would never reach back again now.
Blood drizzled and dripped from her mangled body, staining the windows on the train a vivid red. His hands dragged across the concrete, leaving a bloody trail where the concrete had grazed at his skin.
Mayuri!
The clips played over and over in his mind, each one as clear as if it were occurring at the very moment. Every bloody death she'd faced displayed as a horrifying montage in his vision, complete with the still of the picture he'd received over the D-mail - the picture that warned him of what was to happen to her.
He froze in his desperate position, the dragging feeling still pulling on him, almost grating at his hand and at his fingers, but he was barely noticing the pain it caused him. His entire focus was on her.
What could he do now?
His chances of finding the correct world line were in such a close breadth to zero that he may as well have just let the peculiar force take him as far from her as possible- that he may as well have just succumbed to the insanity that had constantly loomed over him, like a snake waiting ever-so-patiently to strike with its fangs and inject venom into his mind.
He could almost feel them now, sinking into his skull and poisoning whatever was left of his sanity and his wellbeing, completely held in place by its constricting coils. He endeavoured to reach out again with the last of his determination, the last of his optimism, that whispered to him:
You can still save her.
Delirium spread through his body, and he fell limply into what felt like a void of nothingness. What appeared to be memories rewound and replayed in perfect clarity once again, only this time, he could hardly notice whose face it was that he'd kept seeing. They faded to black. His vision blurred his surroundings into an enigmatic realm of muted screams, dimming lights and the fading, now-barely-recognisable carcass of a young girl once very familiar to him.
Now all that was familiar to him was the insanity which would eventually rip his mind to shreds.
AUTHOR NOTE: Thanks for reading!
My musical inspiration for this was the Mt. Thunder Peak theme from Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Blue Rescue Team, and also Vision Driver by Feint. I don't know why, but I find it fun to write Insane!Okabe.