Screaming. Blood. Pain. These were the last things you remember before your vision is taken over by waves of green flames interspersed with murky gold sparks.
Your session was failing and you knew it. You all did. But that doesn't matter because they're dead now. And it's all your fucking fault. Congrats.
You admit. You had a piss-poor chance of winning in the first place. You had only started with two human players. You. Aria, The witch of mind, and your best friend, Liam, The mage of space. But before the final battle, you met up with six trolls from another universe.
But, lo and behold, jack fucking murdered you all and your fucking families. Well, all of you except, ironically, you.
Yes, you heard it, right folks, everyone died except the leader who is now sobbing pathetically in some unknown place in an unknown universe. All because your best fucking friend saved your worthless ass by teleporting you as far away as his stupid god-tier powers could get you before heroically using the tumor to blow up your boss and himself in the process.
You have no idea where you are as you slide slowly down the wall, ignoring the protests from your cut and bruised body. You hate yourself so much right now. No. You loathe yourself.
If only you could have focused enough to use your own fucking powers to control him just long enough for the others to kill him.
The other's pained screams as they died in various ways replay in your head and, soon enough, yours begin to follow as you howl into the darkness.
That is until you hear panicked footsteps easing closer to you, breaking the silence.
"W-who's there?" Fuck did you just stutter?
Yellow eyes with gray-red irises peer down at you as you hastily wipe the still-dripping tears from your eyes. You brace yourself for laughing or even violence but nothing comes. The eyes just blink at you a few times before lowering to your level and softly closing as sweater-clad arms gently pull you into an embrace.
A feeling of… understanding emits from this unknown troll. Your mind is screaming at you to push them away. This stranger. But you simply lean into their embrace and sob uncontrollably on their shoulder.
You feel them tense for a second but soon you find soothing circles being rubbed on your shoulder along with soft whispers of "Its okay" and "You're alright now"
Upon hearing their voice you guess that your acquaintance is, in fact, a boy. His low, hoarse voice is gravelly, as if from years of yelling. It's oddly comforting really.
Your eyes start to drift shut.
