- Murdered - (RBBS3 AU, Please Read Description)

Chapter 11 - Ṯ̴͘H̴͈̿E̵̝͝ ̸͔͐T̸̪̊R̷̭̿U̴̩͝E̶͕̊ ̵͎̈F̷̰͠Ì̷̫N̷̫̾Ą̷͊L̴̬̆Ẽ̸̮

Before we start, I'd like to quickly thank FaclessZane for motivating me to write this. Go read their book RIGHT NOW. DO IT.

I hope to end this whole story here, so prepare yourself.

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By the way, everything between Lego and "him" is PLATONIC.

I AM NOT SHIPPING LEGO WITH ANYONE IN THIS STORY.

Fun fact: I wrote this using three different devices because my iPad kept dying :D

Oh by the way, some scenes may seem like TanqRCraft, but you can see it however you want. I personally didn't intend to add that ship in here, but you can see it however you want.

If you don't ship it, just view it how I'm viewing it: platonically, and just kinda looking out for each other. If you ship it, sure, go ahead and ship it. Your choice.

Anyways, onto the story.

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First Person POV - Lego

I only realized I'd fallen into the dark abyss of unconsciousness when I woke up on a hard, metal floor. My mind was blurry, my sight quite unclear. I blinked and rubbed my eyes. It did not do me any good, however, as I felt some sort of substance smear onto my face. I instantly pulled my hand away, surprised. In the faint darkness, I noticed...blood. The wet, scarlet liquid had drenched my hand, as well as my broken, shattered helmet, which lay next to me.

I coughed as I felt a sudden tightness in my chest, almost like someone was killing me from the inside, slashing at my lungs with a tiny, metal sword. I gasped and choked. A light yet rough hand rubbed my back comfortingly. Wait, but who would—? I didn't even have the strength to turn, or to risk a glance behind me. It hurt—it all hurt so, so badly. My throat stung, a vile taste awakening in my mouth. I felt sick, as if I were about to throw up. But what would make me throw up? What...happened before I'd passed out? It was all still so foggy, my thoughts clouded. What had happened??

"Don't worry about it," he assured me. "You don't need a reminder of the pain and suffering. So just calm down and breathe, okay?"

I nodded slightly, my small sign of acknowledgement hardly noticeable. Yet I believe that he noticed, because he wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug, not in a romantic way, but just to show how close of friends we were.

For a reason I failed to recall, salty tears formed in my eyes and slowly slid down my face. Why? Why was I crying? I...can't remember. Why can't I remember?!

"Calm down, Lego," a familiar voice murmured. "It's not your fault."

Memories slammed into me like a truck. IT'S ALL MY FAULT. I KILLED HIM. I KILLED MY BEST FRIEND.

I shakily stood up, more tears swiftly and rapidly falling from my eyes. When I turned around, he was gone. He disappeared before I could manage to say goodbye one final time.