The void stretches endlessly around me.
There is no ground beneath my feet, no sky above—just an infinite expanse of darkness. I can feel the cold, tingling non-feeling spreading through my body, sending shudders down my spine. But it doesn't bother me. This void, this nothingness… it's mine. It is the memory inscribed within me forever. The sweet cold of eternal nothingness gives me nothing but peace.
And there he is—Orochimaru.
He's suspended in the darkness, bound in chains of shadow that twist and tighten around his body with every passing second. He looks pathetic, his pale skin standing out starkly against the blackness. The usual arrogance in his golden eyes is gone, replaced by something else—fear.
I take a step forward, and despite the lack of any solid ground, I can feel the weight of my movement. My eyes lock onto his, and I can see the realization dawning in his gaze. He knows, deep down, that this place belongs to me. That he's trapped here, in my world.
"Sasuke-kun…" he hisses, trying to maintain that mocking tone he always uses, but I can hear the strain in his voice and see the drool slipping from his mouth. "You underestimate me if you think you can hold me like this. I—"
The chains respond to my command, tightening around him, choking off his words. It's satisfying to watch him struggle, knowing it's all futile.
I take another step closer, my movements slow and deliberate. Each step feels like a statement, echoing through the vast emptiness of the void.
"Do you feel it, Orochimaru?" I ask, my voice quiet, yet it resonates in the void, filling the emptiness. "The cold? The emptiness?" I tilt my head slightly, observing him with a detached curiosity. "This is what your death felt like. This is what awaits you, again and again."
His breath hitches, and I can see the terror lighting up in his eyes.
--
I see it as clearly as he does. Orochimaru, standing before me in his hideout, thinking he had everything under control. He was confident, arrogant as always. He thought he could take my body, use me as a vessel for his twisted ambitions.
But he was wrong.
I remember it clearly—when his neck extended and his fangs buried themselves in my shoulder. I remember the pain. I remember the surge of negative emotions. I remember hurting those who hurt my team . Brutally.
I remember the moment when everything shifted, when I turned the tables on him. The pain, the realization of his defeat—it's all so vivid. And then—the void.
The pure, cold nothingness that I bound him within. No sound, no light, no sensation—just an endless black void where his consciousness would be swallowed whole. He had thought he was invincible, eternal, but in that moment, he was reduced to nothing.
--
His scream echoes in the mindscape, and I watch, unflinching, as he relives death. He thrashes against the chains, desperation written across his face. Good. Let him feel it—let him feel the hopelessness of it all.
"Stop it…!" he rasps, his voice hoarse, weak. He's trying to fight back, but the chains only grow tighter, digging into his flesh, sapping his strength. Every movement only makes it worse.
I take another step closer, my presence looming over him. His fear… it's almost palpable.
"You should have known better," I say, my voice calm, almost conversational. "You thought you could control me with your curse mark. That you could use me like a tool. But you forgot one thing, Orochimaru."
His head snaps up, his eyes wide and wild. He cannot speak. He's reduced to a drooling mess. But he still has some sense left.
"I am not a tool for anyone's use." My words cut through his resistance. The pain of his defeat, the cold void—it all comes rushing back, drowning him in an unending cycle of torment.
--
I keep him trapped there as he relives the nightmare again and again. The moment of death, the sensation of consciousness being torn apart, and then—nothing. Just cold, infinite darkness. A void that consumes everything. That was what I came back from. I can see his mind fraying at the edges, breaking under the weight of it. Good. Let him feel it. Let him understand the sweet caress of nothingness, let him drown in the cold kisses of blankness.
--
Finally, the cycle pauses. Orochimaru is left gasping for breath, his body shaking, his mind shattered. The proud snake Sannin, reduced to this. Pathetic. His voice is barely a whisper, broken and trembling. "Please… stop this… please… please… stop this… please…"
It keeps pouring out of his mouth like a broken record.
I watch as the chains drag him deeper into the void, into the darkness.
His eyes widen in terror. He can feel it now—this was Death.
And he cannot escape it.
Everything that made Orochimaru *Orochimaru* begins to fade. His absolute desire for immortality, his instinctual need for survival, even the little warmth that welled up inside him when others suffered…
All that remains is a single, unshakable certainty.
He
Will
Die.
The darkness grows thicker, colder. It presses down on him, crushing him. I can see the absolute terror in his eyes as the void coils around him, suffocating his very essence.
"No… no…!" he cries out, his voice rising in panic. "No… no… no…"
The void surges forward, enveloping him completely. The chains of shadow tighten one last time, and then—they dissolve, merging with the darkness.
Orochimaru's screams echo in the mindscape, but I know there's no one to hear them. The void swallows everything, leaving nothing behind. No trace of him, no lingering presence—just silence.
Endless, unbroken silence.
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