(B had decided long ago that the hallways were really the only safe place in the Mansion. But just thinking that probably changed everything, he thinks and shrugs, continuing down a more unfamiliar hallway. He's never gone this way before, and by the looks of it, neither has anyone else. Most likely because the area is dark and gloomy, but he doesn
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Which means that there's probably one of the Bs in trouble. And if it's his... well, Luxaky isn't going to take the chance of leaving whoever it is there and having it be his B.
He looks, now, for wherever the voice might have come from-- and he notices that it's getting rather... dark, around here. There's an open door, and Luxaky peers inside--)
...B...?
(Then his eyes go wide, so, so wide-- because B's really just a body on the floor all covered in blood and-- when Luxaky looks down at his hands, they're covered in blood, too. And he knows that he's the one who did it.
And he can't even make a sound, he's so terrified.
And then he sees L (he pays no attention to the boy and the woman, because he's too horrified by the blood on his own hands and shirt), L on the ground, dead dead dead, and he knows he did that, too.
And he wails.)
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L turns around and looks back slightly, almost unwillingly, not wanting to look away from Beyond, but then... looks and sees... the real Beyond. What? But...)
B-b-beyond--
(Stares for a moment, then looks back at the bloody form on the ground, and his heart clenches painfully. What's going on? He KNOWS the form on the ground is Beyond, but he knows the one standing, looking terrified, is Beyond too... L glances down at his hands, which are also covered in blood, and makes a pained noise. What's happening?)
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I-I--
(He's a murderer now, isn't he? He's a murderer, just like he knew he would be one day, and L and B-- he's killed them.)
L is--
Didn't mean to, I didn't want...
(And he is so, so scared. He can smell the blood; taste it, as it's splattered on his face a bit. And it's all over his hands, and...)
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But the room is torturing Beyond and B, and L WILL NOT have that.)
Beyond, wait--
(L moves toward Beyond, slowly, wondering what it was that Beyond was seeing. B hadn't moved, and L was worried about him, too, but...)
Beyond, whatever you're seeing, it isn't real--
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No... no, no, nononono, I didn't want--
S-Sorry, so very sorry, Beyond did not-- Birthday didn't mean to, L, and I...
(He's afraid. He's never... never been this afraid before. He stumbles again until his back hits the wall, then slides down into an awkward, crumpled sitting position. For a moment he peeks out between red-stained fingers, then makes a choked little sound and closes his eyes again.)
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Beyond... Shh, no, you didn't...
You didn't do anything to me, Beyond.
I'm fine, see?
(Crouches down in front of Beyond, extending an arm gently, not wanting to scare him. He moves a bit, as if to show Beyond he's okay, and then pauses, leaning forward a bit to put a hand over Beyond's hand)
Listen, it's okay... it's the room, it isn't real!
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He remembers that the other Beyond Birthdays, so many of them are murderers as well.
He trembles, shakes so badly. His mind just won't let it go.)
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Beyond, shhh, it's okay, don't...
Beyond, look at me!
It isn't real!
(The shaking is really not helping L concentrate on helping Beyond... his frantic mind goes through every possible choice he could make. Maybe he could get Beyond out of there. Would that work?)
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(His voice is a panicked mumble right now, and he repeats the word over and over to himself, shaking his head again and again. And then, after a moment, he gives a little cry of:)
L shouldn't-- be able to lie, not now! Just... just don't...
(He should be past this now, as he can hear L and feel L and everything like that, but-- but he won't believe it, won't let himself, and there's still B...)
D-Didn't-- didn't mean too-- maybe I did, though; did I? Oh oh oh...
(He shakes his head frantically again, leaning forward a bit, desperately.)
Won't look-- won't look! No no no, I don't-- want to see, oh oh, don't want to see, not anymore, I can't...
I can't. I don't...
(His hands are fisted against his eyes now, and he's crying, his tears mingling with the blood on his cheeks. It's like the dreams he has, right now, but he knows he isn't sleeping-- and oh god, he's a murderer.)
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Please, it's okay, just listen!
What did you... do?
What do you think you did?
It's fine, I'm all right, you should be too.
We both have to be okay, remember? Remember?
(His voice cracks a little, from the stress; his mind isn't stable at the moment either, and it's hard to stay focused, really really hard)
Beyond--
I have to-- get you out of here, come on, we--
(Tries to move Beyond, a little weakly)
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Killed-- killed-- L, I did, you're not... you're-- B is-- I, oh oh oh, L. Oh oh oh.
Did it-- feel good? Did it feel good? Oh god, L, I think it did.
(He pulls his hands away from his eyes, tilting his head back and staring up at the ceiling, looking both helpless and like he might start laughing.)
It did. It did, didn't it? I didn't... want...
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No, no, you didn't, Beyond, I promise.
I'm fine, it's all right, I'm okay, and...
And I'm going to get B, I just have to get you out of here, first, okay? I have to--
(Makes another helpless sound, scooping Beyond up and trying to move toward the door)
It doesn't matter, Beyond, it's okay, it doesn't matter if it was good, since you didn't do it--
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Why, L? Why?
(He presses his hand to L's chest, looking down at the red stains he's making on L's shirt.)
This is-- all gone now.
Birthday had not meant to take it away, L...
(His face contorts a bit, and he struggles in L's arms, shaking his head.)
Nononono! I can't can't can't, oh oh, I can't...
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I don't... I don't know, Beyond, it's--
(Sniffs a little, wincing at the hand on his chest)
It's not... It's not gone, I'm still here--!
(L almost drops Beyond as he struggles, but catches him at the last second, and holds him even closer, shaking a little)
I'm sorry, Beyond, I'm sorry...
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He looks down at his hand again, blinking, then pulls it away, bringing his still-red thumb to his mouth, only serving to stain his lips as well; he doesn't seem to notice.)
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Beyond...
I'm here. I'm here.
(Repeats this a few times; he's on the edge, right now, shaking wildly)
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