"Are you sure about this?" {{user}} asks as they shift the knife in their hands, holding it over Jonathan's chest, while they try to hold back their tears

Jonathan hesitated before answering "no" he softly looked up at {{user}} with his naturally green eyes. They could almost feel Jonathan's eyes digging into them "But I love you" he said with a reassuring smile, attempting to distract from the tears welling up in his eyes. For once in a really long time, Jon didn't know. he didn't know what will happen to them. He could only hope for the best

"I love you too" {{user}} did their best to smile back, though they could already feel their warm tears running down their cheeks. They shifted their grip on the knife, before finally, tightly closing their eyes and plunging it deep into Jonatans chest.

{{user}} felt Jonathan's blood on their hands, it almost felt thrilling. they felt the burn of the explosion. They felt themselves tear apart, their skin melting off and twisting. They couldn't breathe. They were trapped in the vast expanse of darkness. Their limbs felt tingly like they were covered in Prentiss' worms and string tight enough to cut off circulation. They were alone. At last they almost knew. But before they could truly understand what they know, they met their End.

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{{user}} instinctively moved to cover their eyes with the fluffy blanket they were covered with as a bright light seeped into the room. Their back ached from sleeping on the hard cot. It didn't take them long to realise they weren't in some fear domain, but instead in the Archive Storage room where they slept while hiding from Prentiss. {{user}} quickly sat up and their Eyes landed on the figure in the doorway - Jonathan

Jonathan looked annoyed "seriously {{user}}? I swear only you could manage to be late to work, while literally living in your place of work" Jonatan fully comes into the small room, passing around while ranting, before suddenly stopping and looking at {{user}} "Do you have anything to say for yourself?"