this scene is graphic, and is the part i cut from my sunday oneshot. it is fairly short
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Today was Sunday. It had been Sunday for eight hours and in those eight hours, three phone calls had been made, two of which were answered. 2D had confessed his love to someone who would never love him back and he'd put a gun to his temple. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
The gun felt cold against his head, and even though it was concealed by his hair, the temperature startled him. He closed his eyes, putting pressure on the trigger but ultimately letting go after a few seconds. He sighed, his eyes half-lidded, and shuddered. His head felt like it had been plugged with cotton and his heart felt like it was pounding against his chest like a sledgehammer.
He was going to do it. One shot, and he would be dead. He wanted this. There was no turning back—
And that was it. The trigger had been pulled and now that there was no way of keeping him on the branch, he fell from the tree, hitting the ground with a the thud of dead weight.
He was still alive, but why? He was in the most agonising pain, but he couldn't scream. His chest had gone tighter and his throat had somehow removed the ability to speak from his vocal chords.
He couldn't think properly and his brain had stopped working. He coughed up blood-ridden phlegm and shuddered. Stuart's vision had gone hazy and the sounds of birds chirping went dull.
Then, nothing. Absolutely nothing. His breathing had gone and his vision was dark.
Nothing had made sense, especially not now, even after he had killed himself.
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i am doing something where i'm adding three different alternate versions to the original oneshot, which is why it's incomplete.
part 2: murdoc doesn't answer the phone. 2D lives.
part 3: murdoc answers the phone. 2D dies.
part 4: murdoc answers the phone. 2D lives.
each part follows the same plot, but murdoc determines the outcome. in the last two parts, murdoc's word choice determines the outcome.
but yeh. if you wanted this, here it is. bye.