1. Worthless
By Healer Kira
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He was nothing.
It was a somber, crippling thought that resonated throughout his weary brain, repeating until it felt as though he would go mad.
But it was true. He was a pathetic, useless thing.
After all, why else had that damnable jester had been able to- to
He sobbed into his knees as his thin form rocked back and forth, back and forth, scratched and bruised arms trembling in disgust around folded knees.
He had nothing. He was nothing.
Nothing but a worthless thing, left to fall with ugly, broken wings.
He had thought it was bad when he was defeated by those stupid, weak heroes. They had demolished his pride, his dignity and his robot-
He had thought that was low. But he was wrong. Wasn't he always?
He had been wrong about Dimentio. He had thought Dimentio was safe, little crazy and weird, but of course, he had to have that thought-
'The count wouldn't keep him around if the jester was any danger to the minions, right?'
The Count was always right. Right?
Wrong.
He had been so wrong.
So dreadfully, horribly, wrong.
Now, hours afterward, it almost felt like a dream. Hallucination. Delusion. Figment of the imagination.
But he knew that was wrong too. There was still so much red. The Crimson red. The Blood. And the pain, agony from the lashes upon his back. Bruises around his wrists. From his bottom, shooting up his spine and feeling like white-hot lightening.
It was all still there.
It couldn't have been a dream.
If it had been a dream, the pain would be gone. He would be in his wonderfully dark rooms, in that oh so and warm comfortable bed, staring at the stone above his.
Not in this cold, god-forsaken place.
…
Why hadn't he seen it before? He wasn't stupid. Or was he?
I just don't know anymore.
Would he ever?
Just a worthless, broken tool.
That's all he was.
And now, he realized all he would ever be.
His most treasured possession, his virginity, his innocence
Stolen.
Now he was left the cold, unforgiving dark, shivering and sobbing.
Just one brutal thrust was all it took. Just one foolish move, one stupid mistake on his part and everything he knew-
Proven wrong.
By the one in violet and beige.
His grey eyes, unbound by the usual black shot open, narrowing in a sudden show of fury.
That bastard.
His body uncurled, and he stood, teeth gritted as bolts of pain assaulted him.
The tiny voice of logic in the back of his mind screamed at him to stop, but the raw, towering anger overpowered it, giving him the strength to stumble towards the door of the stone room he was.
Only one thought echoed through his mind.
Revenge.
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Written for Driftstar-Leader of TreeClan's 100 theme Challenge. As you can obviously see, this is WORTHLESS. I couldn't help doing a Dimentio X Mr. L one. How I did I do?
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