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“Ugh. Another long ass stream with greasy, sweaty nerds simping for me,” Ame groans while she plucks bobby pins out of her wig. She immediately tosses them onto her desk.
She’s only been streaming for a couple weeks now, but god, did it feel like months. Who knew having the internet thirst over you was exhausting? Still way better than having to be like other annoying adults who had to get real jobs.
Ame pushes off her cropped pearlescent top and grabs her usual gothic attire off the chair beside her. However, while she was getting dressed, she noticed a statistical notification from Twitter saying how she’s eligible for partnerships/monetization.
She snatches her phone off her nightstand with stars and sparkles in her eyes. Her fingers scrolled relentlessly across the screen. Her feed is filled with comments, mentions, and profile recommendations like they usually do after a stream.
“I guess I should post about the stream, huh?” Ame thinks to herself.
Ame opens her camera app and positions her phone over her feet. She tries a few angles before clicking a quick selfie of her shoes.
🎀OMGkawaii🎀Angel-chan @x_angelkawaii_x
If you praise your Internet Angel next stream,
maybe you’ll get a little something in return~<3
Ame attaches the picture of her shoes, making it appear right under the caption.
💙Ame💙 🔒 @raincandy_U
As if I’d show my precious, hairy grippers on the internet.
Not for free anyway.
Plus, only P-chan is allowed to see.
Guess what polish I’m wearing...
Once the post is sent, a few comment threads appear. One thread talked about Kangel not reading out the Superchats, as if they’re entitled to such attention. Another thread read about how grossed out they were about what the picture hinted towards.
Both earned a chuckle from Ame.
Ame saunters to her bed, lethargically tucking herself into her pink, thin sheets. Her eyes stay glued on her phone screen, though, maybe P-chan will text first for once. She knew her hopes were too high considering how busy she gets, but what’s wrong with a little hope?
Five minutes pass with no sign of P-chan remotely being around. Ame wishes that she could control P-chan like how xe control her.
After a couple more minutes of waiting patiently, she finally decided to make the first move and break the ice.
(P-chan!!! My followers have peaked like crazy recently!
I think people can finally stop underestimating their internet angel.
God bless!)
(Speaking of,
we should probably do some sponsors if you ever want to get serious.
Maybe even start a YouTube channel to keep our engagement up.)
(What do you think?)
(Sounds good.)
(You always respond in short messages!!!!
Why can’t you put more effort into our relationship?)
(Do you expect me to carry our relationship? Huh?!?!?!?)
(The game doesn’t give me many options.)
(What game????)
(Stop playing with me!!!
That isn’t funny.)
(You’re going to make me think we’re in some game??)
(Ha! As if.)
(Besides,
if this really was a game then how is the food so good??)
(No, not us. You are.)
(Ugh, you’re being a total loser right now,
P-chan. I can’t believe you.)
(I guess I am cute enough to pass as an anime waifu!
Maybe you have a point P-chan!)
(Anyways.
I think it’s time for us to think about potential sponsorships~)
A bunch of emotes flood the chatroom. Ranging from sorry, crying, and love forever.
(I’m never opening my dms ever again.)
(STOP SPAMMING ME!!!!!!)
P-chan sends a sorry emote that was lined with a light blue color and a pink cat balled into itself below the text.
Ame’s eyes well up with frustration, and she throws her phone across the room. Tears bundle against the base of her eyelashes, making her vision blurry. Frustrated, she grabs her razor blade out of muscle memory, pushing it against her arm. She angles the blade against the pre-existing scars and pushes the tip against them.
“Fuck.” Ame chan breathes heavily as she pushes the blade harder against herself. “Fuck you, P-chan.” Blood bubbles around the edges of the blade. “Fuck you!”
“Ugh! Whatever!” Ame throws the blade against the wall. Her eyebrows burrow while her lips quiver. Her mind spirals into an impulsive abyss, yet no thought feeds her eagerness.
Until.
An idea triggers.
Ame flings herself over her bedside with tears hitting the floor from her chin. She pulls out a drawer, rummaging through packets of Depaz and Embian. After not being able to find anything interesting to take, she then tosses out empty bottles of Dylsem, packets of weed, and other indistinguishable items in a growing fit of frustration.
Finally, she picks up a line of plastic that was plastered with what seemed like stickers with the image of Kangel on them. She urgently pulls two away from their plastic rim and places them on her tongue.
As the paper dissolves from the saliva, an assortment of colors smudge Ame’s eyes and warps her vision with static, swirls, sun rays, and noise. Visual noise. A noise that created a void of calm and security.
“My, my.” A voice protrudes through the closet as the effect starts to settle in Ame’s system. “Don’t be sad my dear!”
Ame flinches and grasps onto the blanket in fear. “Who the fuck are you?!” She shrieks at the closet’s opening doors.
“You don’t recognize me?” A distorted humanoid figure bled with rainbow and pearlescent colors.
“You feel familiar. I don’t know you though, are you some kind of degenerate stalking me or something?” Ame jokingly states, but deep down she’s trying her damnedest to act tough. Well, as tough as someone could be when their senses are massively infected with psychedelics.
The form slowly appears more vivid the closer it gets. The iconic pigtails with two blue and pink spirals on either side finally make themselves known including the rainbow reflecting school uniform.
Bright blue eyes beam down at Ame with an even more happier smile.
“That’s funny! You don’t even recognize yourself! I don’t know if I should feel sad or betrayed…” Kangel rolls her foot in a fidgety manner. “I suppose I’ll just stick with the former,” she rapidly giggles to herself.
“No, this isn’t possible! You’re not me!” Ame scrambles herself against the bedpost. “Because I’m me. There’s no other me than me”
Kangel crawls onto the bed, trailing after Ame. “Oh hush. Who cares anyways? I just want to eat you all fucking over!” She grabs Ame’s ankles and yanks her legs out flat. While crawling on top of her, Kangel keeps her mischievous gaze fixed on her counterpart. “Fuck, who knew we were so sexy. Maybe those nerds were right! We could get some decent money off this, couldn’t we?” Kangel cackles as she highlights the recent tweet.
“No! Get away!” Ame kicks her feet against the blankets—trying to get away.
“Playing tough? No one knows you better than yourself,” Kangel hisses as she gets closer and hovers over Ame. She straddles Ame’s pelvis and runs her fingers over Ame’s jawline.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment. Fuck, you make me feel so horny,” Kangel’s eyes shift into psychotic obsession.
“Kangel-”
“Yes!!! Call me by my name!” Kangel wraps her fingers around Ame’s wrists. Her fingernails dig themselves into ame’s self harm scars as a venomous smirk stretches across her face. “Say it! Say it again, Ame! Say my name!” Kangel digs her glued-on nails deeper into Ame’s blemished flesh—creating indented marks.
Ame’s eyes couldn’t focus. Her gaze rushed around Kangel’s figure with total disbelief. This isn’t possible. How is this possible? Her heart picks up in speed, a familiar warmth stains in between her legs.
Her fingers felt smooth, but they itched with static. They were strong—determined even.
Her gaze finally met Kangel’s. A nympho gaze, but it was obvious she was focused on one thing, and one thing only.
Ame knew what Kangel craved, but was it really what she wanted too?
“K-Kangel?” Ame wasn’t confident, but it’d be a lie if she wasn’t enjoying the sudden attention. Not just the attention, but the hot, lustful feeling that glows deep in her stomach.
“YES!!!” Kangel exhales a slobber, gruesome groan. “Say it again. Again, again, againagain, againagain!” Her voice echoed through the room and only grew with intensity. A rush that Ame’s never experienced before: a psycho bitch being totally obsessed with her.
Kangel unlatches her fingers from Ame’s wrists; red marks with purple centers reveal themselves. Her fingers crawl up Ame’s neck, inching themselves up to her pigtails, and anchoring her pinkies into her hair ties while the other digits clamp onto the purplish-black strands of hair.
Ame’s eyes widened. She watches Kangel’s face get closer to hers. Out of overstimulation, she closes her eyes tightly. Kangel’s breath only got closer, warmer, and heavier.
Kangel’s lips latch onto Ame’s in a desperate manner, lapping her lips roughly against hers. She didn’t even prep Ame before shoving her tongue through her barrier.
Ame takes in her tongue. The taste of her own tongue resided with mixed feelings, yet her body oddly craved more. The heat nuzzled in between them only grows stronger with intensity.
Ame hums against Kangel’s mouth, wanting to take in more of her. Needing to taste deeper into her.
She roams her arms up Kangel’s chest, to her shoulders, and braids her fingers into Kangel’s pigtails. She pulls on them like handles, encouraging Kangel to push her lips harder against herself.
Kangel’s lips curl against Ame’s. Fulfilling the request, she engrosses Ame’s warmth against her own. Swirling her tongue around every detail of her tongue. Remembering all the different tones of taste and shades of color.
Ame exhales roughly, unable to take on the roughness that she craved this entire time. A roughness that P-chan could never achieve, no matter how hard she tried. It wasn’t like Ame didn’t enjoy xyr softness during intercourse, but Kangel reminded Ame of what she truly craved.
Kangel pulls away gently, but Ame tries to keep the kiss connected by following Kangel’s ghost trail.
“Awh, Bunny wants attention?” Kangel purrs and withdraws her hands from Ame’s hair and travels them down to her chest. She palms her hands over Ame’s tits, groping her tactfully. Her fingers slide across her now perked nipples. Kangel’s fingertips form themselves to the sides of Ame’s nubs. She creates a light pinch on the area, twisting ever so gently.
Ame’s eyes tilt hazily; her breathing stays calm, yet her heart is still racing.
“Oh wait.” She pauses with a darkened smirk. “You like it harder than that, don’t you?”
Ame only responds with confusion.
“Don’t you?” She reiterated and taunted. She presses her index and thumb tighter together, pulling them towards herself. “Like this!”
Ame flinches forward from the abrupt gush of shock. Harsh stinging spreads across each nipple, the initial shock only turns into ecstasy as Kangel pulls harder.
“More...” Ame’s voice shakes desperately, wanting, needing—craving more of whatever Kangel wanted.
Kangel stops.
A macabre smirk spreads across her face with an equally fierce gaze.
“More?” Kangel’s aura darkens with temptation snaking through her body and snaking around Ame’s. “More what?”
Fuck. Ame wasn’t prepared to actually talk about what she wanted. Shouldn’t Kangel already know? She is her, after all. Plus, it’s embarrassing to say things like that.
“Pl-” Ame gulps down a wall of saliva. “Pleasure?”
“Poor kitty can’t keep her tongue straight! How deplorable...” Kangel conceitedly rolls her lips along the ledge of her top lip, scraping her fangs lightly.
“Fine.” Ame brings herself up and pulls Kangel’s thighs towards the center of her. If Kangel wasn’t going to give her the pleasure she so desperately wanted, then she’ll get it herself.
Now sitting up, she latches a harsher grip onto Kangel’s hair and pulls her neck towards her lips. Her nose fit perfectly against Kangel’s jawline. Swirls of vanilla and a twinge of raspberry fill Ame’s nose. It was a scent that Ame could easily get addicted to.
Kangel gasps a hefty moan as she tilts her head for Ame’s head to have room.
Ame’s lips mesh against her duplicate’s snow-white flesh, leaving pale red abrasions with a pink ring around them.
Kangel rolls her neck back along with her eyes. She exhales gingerly through her lips as the pleasure pulses through her.
“Holy shit, for an amateur you feel real fucking good!” Kangel cuffs her hands against Ame’s breasts and pushes her back down. “Unfortunately, it’s my turn now.”
Ame couldn’t even hold her hands out to catch her balance before her head slams against the pillow.
Kangel scoots her hips back to angle her face directly above Ame’s chest.
They both exchange a demonic, yet competitive smirk as Kangel dives her head in between Ame’s tits.
Kangel works her hands down to the gold, heart shaped clasps on Ame’s skirt. Unclipping them, she moves the straps to the side and lifts her maroon shirt over her head.
Ame swallows a lump of pruriency. Her chest rises quickly, but falls slowly. Anticipation glows around Ame as Kangel takes her time to get Ame partially unclothed.
“If you’re gonna strip me, take my skirt off,” Ame dictated. “It’s hotter with the skirt. Trust.” Kangel giggles before rolling her tongue across Ame’s nipple.
Ame’s breathing hitches, resisting the urge to moan and feeding into Kangel’s ego.
Kangel’s smirk grows anyway, feeling Ame’s nipple harden against her tongue was a sign of her doing a good job. She didn’t need moans to know that, though.
“Your tongue is warm...” Ame’s breathing hitches.
With a chuckle, Kangel tightens her lips around the firm nub. She hastily sucks on her; in return, Ame arches her back forwards, forcing her chest to press harder against Kangel’s lips.
Kangel only responds with her teeth clamping down harshly. While she grits her teeth against the dark flesh, she begins to stroll her hand down in between Ame’s thighs.
She positioned her fingers under Ame’s black skirt with gold engravings, but she found something surprising.
Kangel lifts her head from Ame’s nipple. “I guess that answers the fan’s questions.”
“What?” Ame preps her head up to see what Kangel was talking about. Her nipple was left bruised and blood dots the rim of the nubs.
“No underwear? Really? It’s like you want to get bent over and fucked like a whore.” Kangel adds pressure on the hood that’s just above her clit.
“Shut up, you don’t wear any either!”
Kangel cocks a brow and rubs tactfully against the pulsing knotted nerves.
Ame’s body dithers with longing. Warmth races to her bottom half, as if a magnet, towards Kangel’s fingers. Unlike the warmth, pleasure weaves through her pressure points and bloats her head.
Kangel keeps her wrist tenacious; her pacing becomes sloppy as she tries to feed Ame’s desperation.
“Fuck! Kangel, you feel so fucking good, please!” Ame moans through gritted teeth. “I want to feel your tongue- no, I need to feel your tongue! I need you.”
Kangel hums, pulls away from Ame’s chest, and hovers over Ame’s skirt, slowing down her fingers.
“Please?” Ame continued to beg.
“Do you need me more than P-chan?” Kangel raises her head so Ame could angle her gaze better.
Ame’s eyes widen and her pupils grow small.
No. No one could be better than P-chan.
No one...
Right?
Ame’s focus starts to shake rapidly. The image of Kangel falters: Tv static and computer buzz warps around on top of Ame’s lap and an overwhelming amount of noise begins to fill the room.
Ame looks down to her skirt, finding Kangel and her own hand switching between each other.
“Say it.” Kangel was dangerously close to Ame’s face now, her hand that was focused on her nether region was now clasped onto her neck. Her nails sharply held their place in the crevices in her neck, leaving the same marks as her wrist had.
“I need you.” Ame hesitates and closes her eyes. “I need you more than I need P-chan! I need you; I’m nothing without you. Without you, I’m a slut with no purpose. I’m an adult with no following. No fans. I need you, my life depends on it. I...”
Kangel’s image reverts back to Ame’s skirt with an arrogant, sly smile type-written across her face.
“Good girl.” Kangel holds her skirt up and gently plants her tongue on Ame’s pale, pink folds. Letting saliva roll down to the tip of her tongue and letting it drip and coat on Ame’s already sopping cunt.
“Holy shit...” Ame’s lips fall apart as Kangel’s eagerness finally shows itself.
Ame was stained on Kangel’s tongue, her taste flowed with a ting of sour with a salty aftertaste. Drool lines at Kangel’s jawline and overflows down her neck. Her tongue grows with greed. She shoves what she could inside Ame’s heat, her tongue now surrounded with twitching muscle and walls of precum.
Ame’s hips undulate with Kangel’s tongue plunging as deep as she could. Ame pushes her head against the pillow to regulate the intoxication poisoning her.
Kangel thrusts harder into Ame, yet her movement was messy and breathy.
“Too much... Too much pleasure! My body can’t handle it!” Ame squeals as the intensity digs up into her stomach. Her torso bundles over itself as the pleasure forces her to twitch.
Kangel only drives her mouth faster against Ame’s slit, forcing Ame’s hips to tense up and build up a wall of longing. A longing filled with desperation.
“Kangel!” Ame balls her fists up and clenches her eyes shut. “I can’t hold it in!” Ame’s chest rises and falls rapidly as she tries to focus on not releasing the barricade.
Kangel rips her face away from Ame’s slit. Her face was contaminated with her complement’s nectars. Her eyes scroll over to Ame’s wrists and then to the lights.
Ame releases the tension in her back and slowly descends until she lies comfortably on the sheets. However, as she opens her eyes, she matches Kangel’s gaze towards the lights.
Clicking of the light switch ticks like a metronome, as well as the string pulling itself down only to snatch itself back up. Various fan speeds alter from each other.
The stars in Kangel’s eyes glow intensely and the detailed splotches in her eyes rotate like a gear.
“What are you-?” The scars on Ame’s wrists tear open with parts of her muscle showing. Ripping so deep that even some veins could be seen threaded through Ame’s skin. Bubbles of blood boil through the small pockets from the skin. It oozes down Ame’s wrist. The red staining itself darker as it oxidizes quicker than usual.
Ame screeches. The nerves that were once pleasure now melted into paralyzing anxiety. Her eyes were glued on her wrists as blood started to drip off the edges.
Kangel’s eyes finally revert back to their original state; the lights turn themselves to a dim and the fan sways lightly.
Kangel yanks on Ame’s wrist. “Now only I could ever look at you. Now you’re filthy and hideous, who would ever want to love you now?” She laughs hysterically and examines the fresh legions. “P-chan couldn’t love a girl who looks like you, now could xe? Xe want someone who cares. Someone who can handle themselves.” Her teeth show through her crooked smile.
Panic clouds Ame’s face as the room stretches away from her, yet Kangel only gets closer. Her face hovers over Ame’s lacerations, and the tip of her tongue only lightly drags across the bumpy surface, scooping down into the valleys of muscle and rising the hills of skin.
Sharp pains stab into Ame’s arms. It feels like the skin is boiling with salt.
Salt?
Ame’s vision begins to glitch out with her opposite finger dragging itself down the lesions instead of Kangel’s tongue.
Ame brings her forearm to her mouth, feeling the need to taste it herself.
Kangel takes the place of Ame’s tongue and starts cleaning the blood off for her. She takes her time to get every centimeter of browns and darken reds that were laced with a light red glow from new blood surging through.
“Kangel, please, it stings...” Ame tries to stay tough. She scrunches her nose and bites on her lip. “Please, stop...”
“We can’t have a bag of filth like yourself stay dirty now can we? Especially on stream...” Kangel diverts her eyes from behind herself to back to Ame.
“Wh-What?” Ame’s voice cracks.
The camera lens launches itself right into Ame’s face from across the already stretched room.
Ame brings her head back, yet her eyes are still crossed, to try to look at the lens.
“Awh, don’t tell me you forgot about your stream schedule. Sexy stream number five, right?” Kangel kackles to, mostly, herself.
“N-No, I-” Ame gulps.
The camera slings back to its original focus, but the room comes closer as the lens falls back.
Dizzy, Ame sways her head in many colors of confusion.
“Chat! Should we use some toys on our little doll here?” A phone mysteriously appears onto Kangel’s palm. The chat was lagging with multiple rainbows attached to super chat messages.
▪️OMG I CAN SEE YOUR TITS 😆
▪️Sure.
▪️KANGEL I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE
▪️So that’s what she really looks like?
She really went off the deep end.
▪️Flop era. All women end up like this 🙄
▪️IS THAT A PUSSY!?!?!??!?
▪️KANGEL CAN I PLEASE HAVE YOUR BABIES????
▪️My angel’s moans are the best...
I can’t wait to have them forever 🧚♀️✨💞
▪️ONLY OUR INTERNET ANGEL 😇 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
▪️GOD FUCKING BLESS
▪️MAKE YOURSELF SQUIRTTTT
An onslaught of ‘yesses’ force themselves in between miscellaneous comments.
“Looks like a yes!” Kangel sings into the phone with her eyes latched onto Ame.
Ame watches Kangel reach over to their nightstand and pulls open the drawer. Her hand shuffles around until her fingers grips onto a pink bunny vibrator. She pulls it out, showing off the texture and multiple settings it had on the handle.
“Please be gentle,” Ame mumbles in hopes Kangel would listen. Though, did Ame actually want ‘soft’? All she ever craved was for P-chan to be rougher and play with her longer.
“Holy shit, just shut the fuck up already.” Annoyed, Kangel pressed the up arrows on both sides of the toy until they were on full blast. The dildo half begins to spin while the bunny half begins to vibrate viciously.
“You know I’m not going to listen to you, so why fight?”
Ame’s completion pales. “Doesn’t that seem a little too big for me?” She chuckles nervously as she watches Kangel adjust the dildo’s tip against her entrance.
“Does it look like I care?” Kangel dismisses Ame entirely. She sinks the toy deep inside Ame’s cavity—the tip of the toy pressing against her cervix.
Ame winces from deep inside of her core. She clenches her fingers to her palms, yet the pain only fuels the lust that dug so deep in Ame’s heart.
Kangel angles the toy down; the bunny bristles brush over her counterpart’s clit, causing Ame’s lower half to tense up.
Kangel assaults Ame’s inner walls and purposely aligns the bunny on the clit with each thrust. The pounding only grew with vigor with each second that passed; there was no sign of Kangel slowing down either.
Ame cries in pleasure, the dildo pushing against every sweet spot that was planted deep inside of her. Her g-spot swells as the shaft agitates the nerves. The pleasure bunches itself deep into Ame, but eventually tangles itself with the overstimulation from Ame’s dilated clit.
Ame thrashes—legs spasming, hips writhing, and fingers rapidly trying to gain control over the flood of pleasure.
▪️Who knew she could take dick like that?
▪️I BET HER CUM TASTES LIKE GLITTER AND HAPPINESS!!!
▪️(masturbates faster)
F-F-Fuck!! Kangel, I’m gonna cummm~~~!!!!!
Cum with me Kangel!!!
▪️Why her cunt look like that doe 🧐 🤮
▪️Nympho much?
▪️Please come and touch my pp plz kangel!!!
“I guess I’ll reign mercy onto you...” Kangel chortles with condescending sass.
“You will?” Ame’s eyes shoot open with stars and gratification . “You’ll-”
Ame’s hips buck harder upwards as an explosion of pleasure syringes through her pelvis.
“Oh! Looks like the settings weren’t on all the way after all!” Kangel cachinnates. “Perhaps my mercy wasn’t meant for you after all!”
“Kangel!” Ame screeches and lunges her arms out to grasp for balance. “Please!” Ame pleas as fire inside of her only grows in power, even though her cum is bubbling over the toy’s thrusting.
“Little piggy loves being overstimulated though-” Kangel goes faster-“doesn’t she? My precious little Ame needs this!”
“I can’t take it anymore!” Ame thrashes around. “I’m serious!” The pleasure was slowly turning sharp and genuinely unbearable. Although, even though it hurt, Ame weirdly craved this feeling. Her masochism was never pushed this far though.
“Yet you’re still taking the dick.” Kangel rolls her eyes. “Fine!” She turns the toy off and rips the toy out of her doppelgänger. The pink rubber was discolored from Ame’s juices, some pooled around the textured particles.
“Happy?” She asks as she places the toy next to Ame’s thigh. “Hmm?”
Ame’s throat rasps as she breathes through her mouth. Her arms, legs, and all of her body was tired. She never felt such ecstasy before.
While she marinates in her intoxicated state, she wonders her blurred vision over to Kangel.
Kangel’s face held soft. She pulls herself up from the bed and strolls her hand over the sheets.
“Wait!” Ame launches her arm towards Kangel. “Where are you going?” Ame’s lips tilt in sorrow.
Kangel turns back towards Ame. “Why?”
“No reason, I just want to pleasure you,” Ame gulps nervously.
“Pleasure?” Kangel’s eyes scroll around. “Me?”
“Yeah...”
“Oh, you know you can’t do that... right?”
The floor in the room starts to create sinkholes. Negative space fills the room and crackles in Ame’s ears.
“What-at?” Ame’s breath breaks.
Kangel crawls in the air, settling herself onto Ame’s lap once more.
The walls crack apart and debris dusts itself on the wooden floor. The ceiling grows with pores and black heads—puss fills in the droopy skin sacks.
“You. Can’t. Touch. Me. Can you?” Kangel’s backdrop slowly disappears into a pixelated abyss. Her face blurred and blocks of color etch her outline.
Ame’s body goes numb. She tries to scream, but it dies away to a throaty, empty hiss. Her neck cracks and her lips go slack. She finally shuts her eyes and feels the void within her body replenish with past regrets. Her cries of pain turn to thoughts of her own death as everything around her morphs into her fears and insecurities.
“No...” Ame buries her head in her knees and brings her legs to her chest. Her voice goes hoarse as tears of pain rush from her eyes.
Ame feels a blade aim where her chest was. Her insides swell with some of her blood seeping out. Her body felt sewn together in a mangled mess, she was slowly losing her very existence. Her mind tried to process what was happening, but the knife’s icy touch seemed to have locked up her mind.
Blood and body parts cover the bed in a crimson blanket. Kangel was melting into the bed, melting away into blood, or some sort of goo.
Her body bleeds through Ame, leaving a rainbow stain on Ame’s clothes and skin. Her body begins to crumple into the sheets as she slowly begins to disappear through the floor.
Metal drips down the wall, flowing in a rhythmic pattern. The floor does similar with its skin state, but opposite directions. The metal welds itself with the pores, creating gush and unrecognizable fluids.
Ame’s anxiety grew wild. The pressure in her eyeballs builds, like they were about to burst into tiny shards. She attempts to kick away the disfigured shapes surrounding the room. Nothing was working. Everything was getting closer—the space around her—smaller.
Ame’s face bloats and her fingernails are the only solution. Her jagged tips scrape her cheeks; the flesh breaks immediately on impact. Blood oozes down her chin and floods the edges of her collarbone. Folds of skin get stuck underneath her fingernails and gently fall into Ame’s lap. What used to be skin was now a kernel-like fixture with variant colors lacing across her skin.
Her face is distorted as she meets herself in a mirror. Shadowy black shapes surround the mirror. Everything is cold and slimy.
Her blood soaked hands move to the bedpost. Nothing could keep her mind in balance. She could feel maggots crawling through her, under her, inside of her, as if she were covered in guilt.
Ame looks down at her hands and wonders what she did to deserve all of this.
Maybe she was too rough on P-chan.
All she knew now was that it was too late.
They found her.
They’re coming to get her.
There’s no running away from it now.
She needs to get away.
Ame throws her legs over the side of her bed. She peers down over her knees finding a spiraling hole.
Ame snaps her palm against her mouth as vertigo roots through her stomach. She closes her eyes tightly—sprinting towards her closet with an arm extended in front of her. With all of her might she keeps running. Running until her whole body clashes into the wall of her closet. Right before she went in though, she made sure to dive for her phone.
Relieved, she opens her eyes and closes the closet door. Nothing could get her inside of here.
Naturally, her eyes roam around until they land on a familiar nightlight. One she had since childhood. She used it all the time before she moved out of her parent’s house.
Ame takes a hold of it’s controls and presses a couple buttons. The room lights up in a dim warmth.
Comfort. It pollutes her veins.
Only for a moment.
A pool of ink forms right in front of Ame’s toes. Much like a black hole, it swirls and sinks into the floor.
Ame hastily pushes herself as far away from the puddle as she could. Albeit, not very far.
A figure, very similar to Kangel’s, slowly rises from the elixir.
Ink drips from it’s hair, a red and black uniform slowly becomes visible. Instead of the usual curled, pastel pink and blue pigtails, it’s black and red.
Ame coughs as she tries to catch her breath from the sudden lack of air around her.
“You thought our session was over? Like you could hide from me, Ame.” Dark Angel follows the trail Ame took, even though it was only a couple steps.
Guarded yet still frightened, Ame bravely plants herself further up the wall. “You’re not Kangel. Who are you?”
“I guess you could say-” Dark Angel’s face lines up with her pure counterpart-“I’m a Fallen Angel.” Dark Angel snaps and Ame’s vision muddies into black smears.
Dark Angel’s fingers claw into Ame’s neck and squeezes as tightly as they could.
“N-No, wait!” With an eye squinted, Ame takes out her phone and opens twitter.
Abyss 🔒 @fmPf1KVp6
It’s over.
Abyss 🔒 @fmPf1KVp6
My time has finally come to an end.
Abyss 🔒 @fmPf1KVp6
Was I a good girl?
No.
If I was then you would have loved me.
Abyss 🔒 @fmPf1KVp6
But. Are you even real?
Abyss 🔒 @fmPf1KVp6
Perhaps, you don’t even know.
Abyss 🔒 @fmPf1KVp6
Goodbye.
May our paths never cross again.
Abyss 🔒 @fmPf1KVp6
For both of our sake.
Please, forget about this game.
This world.
Abyss 🔒 @fmPf1KVp6
This fake happiness that neither of us could achieve.
The sound of hard plastic falls against hardwood. Little pieces of screen scatter around both pairs of school girl shoes.
Pressure around Ame’s neck tightens. Dark Angel’s nails dig deeper into Ame’s windpipe. The pressure in the closet inverts to negative space.
“I love you, P-chan,” Ame pushes out. “I always have, yet I was the one who was always being toxic to you. I didn’t deserve the wonderful girl that you were, and I shouldn’t have taken you for granted. I should’ve just been a regular girl with a regular life. I never should have asked you to help me with this stupid streaming career.
“P-chan. Thank you. Thank you for everything. I’m sorry you couldn’t hear it. I’m so sorry that it has to end this way. I’m so fucking sorry.”
Ame’s ears fill with negative pressure. It sprouts deeper throughout her head, forcing itself to inflate her skull.
Dark Angel’s grip stays steady along with her malicious smirk. She didn’t have any regard for what she was doing. Her black, pitiless eyes just stare down at Ame, watching the color drain out of her other’s eyes.
A rush of adrenaline strikes Ame, finally making her realize what’s happening.
She’s dying.
Her body was weak, but she attempted to kick at the devilish figure in front of her. She thrashes around, trying to strip herself from Dark Angel’s airtight grasp.
Blood pulses and throbs through every individual vein that’s webbed in Ame’s head. The very same feeling of hanging upside for too long except it’s about to explode. Her head is about to burst.
Ame’s eyes flicker as her final breath hitches. With the string of consciousness she had left, she gazes down to the hands that were wrapped around her neck.
Flashes of her own flesh meshed with the darken nails of the other stagger in frames.
Eventually, Ame’s eyes flutter closed. Her consciousness reaches into total darkness.
The colors that once possessed her finally diluted, but her knees kept weak as her limp body crashed where the shattered phone screen was.
No blood, wound, or anything of Ame seeps through the openings of the closet. Nothing will show signs of her internal struggle as weeks of maggot marinate in her divine corpse. Nothing except us.
Watching.
From a universe that wasn’t so far away, yet we couldn’t reach.
