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June of Doom Day 19

"I'm not going anywhere"

| Wound Cleaning | Guilt | Chair |

Cw: The tags above, planning murder, implied betrayal and abuse.

I'm gonna do a continuation of Day 13 cause yall liked that as much as I did. No need to read that one though.

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Sidekick was slumped in the chair in Villain's lair, conscious but weak, as Henchman stitched them up.

"I should never have trusted them," they cursed out Hero, Henchman listening with clenched fists as they rinsed out the cloth and used it to wipe away the blood staining Sidekick's torso.

"I'll kill them. I'll kill them for this."

"Hey, it's not your fault," Sidekick assured them. Henchman dropped the cloth into the bowl of water woth a splash.

"It is. I never should have left you with them."

"It doesn't matter, you can't change it. Just don't leave me now."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Good," Sidekick smiled weakly and Henchman picked up the cloth again, wiping away the blood and grime that coated Sidekick's arm.

"They're right, Henchman," Villain interjected, standing at the doorway to the room, leaning against the frame. Henchman hadn't heard them enter. "It's my fault. I never should have let Hero go this far. They're my enemy."

"What are you going to do?"

"That's up to Sidekick, actually."

Sidekick raised their head in surprise.

"I'm going to go after Hero, and I'm going to beat them to a bloody pulp. Do you want me to drag them back here for you to take a turn? Or can I kill them where they stand?"

Sidekick thought for a moment, before looking up at Villain with a sneer.

"Kill them, I don't ever want to see their face again."

Villain smiled. "Good."

June of Doom Day 19

"I'm not going anywhere"

| Wound Cleaning | Guilt | Chair |

Cw: The tags above, planning murder, implied betrayal and abuse.

I'm gonna do a continuation of Day 13 cause yall liked that as much as I did. No need to read that one though.

...

Sidekick was slumped in the chair in Villain's lair, conscious but weak, as Henchman stitched them up.

"I should never have trusted them," they cursed out Hero, Henchman listening with clenched fists as they rinsed out the cloth and used it to wipe away the blood staining Sidekick's torso.

"I'll kill them. I'll kill them for this."

"Hey, it's not your fault," Sidekick assured them. Henchman dropped the cloth into the bowl of water woth a splash.

"It is. I never should have left you with them."

"It doesn't matter, you can't change it. Just don't leave me now."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Good," Sidekick smiled weakly and Henchman picked up the cloth again, wiping away the blood and grime that coated Sidekick's arm.

"They're right, Henchman," Villain interjected, standing at the doorway to the room, leaning against the frame. Henchman hadn't heard them enter. "It's my fault. I never should have let Hero go this far. They're my enemy."

"What are you going to do?"

"That's up to Sidekick, actually."

Sidekick raised their head in surprise.

"I'm going to go after Hero, and I'm going to beat them to a bloody pulp. Do you want me to drag them back here for you to take a turn? Or can I kill them where they stand?"

Sidekick thought for a moment, before looking up at Villain with a sneer.

"Kill them, I don't ever want to see their face again."

Villain smiled. "Good."