(TW: Psychological Torture)
Date: ?
Time: ?
Location: ?
Neon woke up. It was dark all around her. Where am I..? Why is it so dark..? She looked around. It looks like I'm in a hospital..? A school..? Wait, no…is this the Valorant Headquarters..? Why is it so dark? And why does everything look so run down..?
So many possibilities popped into her mind. It was slightly ominous to her. She traveled down the dark hallway, cautious about debris and things that may try to harm her. Everything was run down. There were rats and bugs everywhere. There were also some black and red tentacles popping up between cracks and around corners. She raised her hand like a gun, the blue and yellow glow coming off of her hands, ready to harm whatever might throw itself at her. She heard noises of whispering around her. The voices whispered, "No escape…there is no escape…"
Neon whipped around. "W-Who are you? Show yourself..!"
She looked for where the voices were coming from, however, no matter where she looked, the voices were always behind her. She was starting to feel the one emotion she knew was bad for this scenario: fear. She cautiously opened the door to her room. The door had the sign hanging on by a singular screw, so it was hanging on, almost at a vertical angle.
When she opened the door, it led to nowhere. It was just a brick wall on the other side. She walked over to Killjoys room, slowly opened the door, and got the same result. Neon had no idea what was going on, but it was scaring her. She kept opening different doors, all of them leading to nowhere. The voices spoke up again, "She's gone…she's dead…she's gone…she's dead…"
Neon shouted while whipping around, shooting a rat with her electric laser, immediately killing it. "Who..!? Who's gone!? Why won't you just fucking show yourself!?" She was clearly terribly under the curse of her fear.
The whispers picked up again, "The one you love….the one you love…the one you love…is gone…is gone…is gone…"
Neon knew immediately who they were talking about. Her eyes widened as she ran for the one door she hadn't opened yet. The door to Fade's room. She slammed the door open, and sure enough, there laid Fade's corpse. It was bloody, covered in deep knife wounds, and as cold as stone.
Neon screamed as she started crying. She held her corpse close to her, as she hugged it and wept. "I…I never got to tell you how I feel…W-who did this to you..?"
She didn't have long to hold her friend and the one she had feelings for before the corpse faded into a cloud of smoke and blew away. She crouched there and cried for a minute or two. You can do this, Tala…you can escape this..I know you can. She kept encouraging herself in her head.
She eventually got the courage to get up and keep looking for an exit out of this hell. However, when she got up, it wasn't Fade's chamber anymore. She was on a small piece of the ground, surrounded by a pitch black abyss. Suddenly, the whispers came back. "No, no, no…hope…no…hope…hope…"
Neon yelled, irritated, but still fearful, "W-Will you shut up!? I-I'm not scared!"
The whispers responded, "Lies…lies…lies…you are fearful…fearful…fearful…"
Neon was very scared, but she did not want to let these beings know that. All of a sudden, another platform formed in front of her. She couldn't believe her eyes, it was…Fade..? Neon wanted to give Fade a hug, but she couldn't move. No matter what she tried, she couldn't move. Not even her powers helped her. She looked, and the black, red, and gray tentacles have constricted around her limbs and her body. All she could move was her head.
"Fade…I thought…I thought I lost you-"
Fade cut her off, "I don't ever want to see you again. You disgust me."
These words cut deep into Neon. She felt despair from everything that's gone on around her.
Fade spoke up again, "You don't deserve to be treated any different than them. You went against my wishes of leaving me alone. Don't ever come looking for me again."
And just like that Neon's entire world faded to black again.
Date: 6/24/2042
Time: 7:00
Location: Old Warehouse, Venice, Italy
Neon gasped as she woke up. She was near a small campfire. In front of her, Fade sat. She was heating up a can of food. Neon's gun was next to where she was sitting. Neon tried to move her hands and legs, but they were bound.
"So…you're awake, I see. How'd you sleep?" Fade spoke to Neon without even looking up.
"No! It was torture! I was in a run down-" She paused for a moment, "That was your way of telling me to go away, wasn't it..?"
"You are correct," Fade looked up, "You see, I didn't want you to try to go after me. I'm going to do the same to all of the other agents, I hope you know that."
Fade got up, and walked over towards Neon, and crouched down, knife in hand. "You make a break for your gun, I'll do it again."
Neon nodded, as Fade cut her loose from her binds. Neon had something that she wanted to get off her chest. "Hey, there is something that I wanted to tell you."
Fade looked up at her, and chuckled. "I know, you have feelings for me. My answer is no, however. If I was still in Valorant, I would probably say yes. Now, you need to get out of here."
Neon frowned. She was clearly upset about it, but she understood. If Fade was willing to torture HER like this, it would make sense that she really wanted to be alone. Neon got up, and went to leave, but Fade stopped her. Fade turned her around and pecked her on the lips. "You'd better not try to find me again. That's for good luck." Neon blushed as she ran off.