Looking Like Meat

[ItzToxie]

Fisk grimaced as he got to work. He didn't want to do this. He didn't want to keep going. He felt ill, he needed to stop.

He forced himself to keep going.

"Y-you want to do something good? Scream. Scream and don't stop. Make everyone hate this game."

Fisk got it. He understood what it was. People weren't ants. People were people with their own hopes and dreams and-

His people mattered more. He had to keep going.

[Wham Yubeesling]

"Fisk what are you doing-"

[Applesintime]

“FUCK YOU! I WON’T FUCKING DO WHAT YOU TELL ME!” Twisting his head around, Gregory tried to bite at Fisk’s leg. Make him hurt like he was making Gregory hurt. “What the fuck are you even doing, huh? Drawing your little fucking F? F for failure!” He felt better, but that might be all the adrenaline.

[ItzToxie]

"Scream goddamn you, scream! Nobody's coming to save you!" Fisk was getting angry. Gregory was taking this better than he was.

Gregory was taking this better than he was.

He could barely feel the blood seeping out the bite wound, though he saw it spreading on his pants leg. He stepped on Greg's head for leverage. This was going to get a lot worse before it got better.

"Fucking-"

Fisk remembered all the times he'd spent grooming himself in the shower. Beauty is painful. He remembered waxing his legs. His arms. You get used to it after a while, but not really. Would Gregory get used to this?

"Scre-"

Fisk gripped, than ripped.

[Wham Yubeesling]

"Stop it-"

[Applesintime]

Gregory screamed at the top of his lungs.

[ItzToxie]

Fisk screamed with him.


He gripped than ripped.


Fisk screamed again. He tried to scream louder than Gregory. He screamed until his voice went hoarse.

[Wham Yubeesling]

"Stop it-"

[Applesintime]

Gregory screamed until he couldn’t scream anymore, out of breath. Then the screams turned into angry sobbing, squirming against Fisk’s foot, grabbing at his legs, trying to do something, anything to stop him.

[ItzToxie]

Gripped than ripped-

"VERITY GO THE FUCK OUTSIDE! STOP LOOKING AT US!"

Fisk stumbled back and sat down, hands shaking. Hands bloody, knife bloody. He saw Gregory, saw what he did to him, his back. They'll remember, they'll have to.

"Six... It's six, it's fucking six..."

He wasn't done. This wasn't enough. He had to do something else to cement it.

"Six."

He had to. He knew what Vasily felt with Calla. He envied him, Calla was dead. Gregory probably envied Calla.

[Wham Yubeesling]

"Fisk-"

She didn't move.

[Applesintime]

“Why?” Gregory sobbed. He didn’t want to move. It hurt too much. But even still, he crawled towards Verity. She seemed to be uncomfortable. Maybe she’d kill him. Maybe she’d put him out of his misery. Maybe she’d kill Fisk. Maybe she wouldn’t do anything at all and she’d just leave him to suffer.

[ItzToxie]

Fisk's hands shook, he reflexively tried to brush them through his hair- the blood. Dirty, dirty blood. Why he took his shirt off. Didn't want to get dirty. He's been dirty all game.

F for Failure. Yeah that's what it was. Press F to pay your Respects, haha. F for Fisk. Fisk for Failure.

"Verity- please. Go, outside. It's going to get worse..."

"Go outside... Just go, just fucking go I-I got to do this."

He looked at Gregory. Greg asked why. "You tried to kill me- You; I.... We were made for this. Bred and born. Grown up and thrown in and thrown away and..."

"I won't be thrown away. I won't be forgotten. My friends won't either. We'll live forever even if we die. You will too."

"We'll be remembered. We have to be after this."

[Wham Yubeesling]

"-

[Wham Yubeesling]

Verity turned around and left the room.