{What the hell happened... is Garmr still... alive?}
Frenrin swam over to the dome-shaped roof, climbing atop it; immediately sprawling out, lying face down, resting.
Frenrin raised his head to look over towards his hands, and then his arms, and then his entire body, just now noticing his skin was bright red in tone. He tried wiping it off, but after using a low amount of effort and gaining no results, he stopped trying. He then walked over to the blood ocean, staring at his reflection. Frenrin thought it was something temporary, due to the dense amount of blood he was previously surrounded by.
Frenrin sat back, staring at the crimson moon. Suddenly the moon started getting... damaged? It was as if massive craters were being dug out into the surface of the moon, then after a short period of time it started to spell out a letter. |Y| And it didn't stop at just the letter 'Y' it continued twice more, spelling out |O| and |U|.
{Okay, either the world turned quite literally apocalyptic or... well, I don't even know.}
As Frenrin was trying to assess the situation, a large burst of water screamed out from the ocean! Frenrin immediately stared in the direction of the water, immediately seeing a person. Their skin tone was bright red, with dark maroon hair and crimson eyes, exactly the same as Frenrin's currently. Although instead of a small, stick-like frame and short posture, the man was absolutely giant, and he was anything but skinny.
Frenrin stared straight at the man, a sense of fear quickly enveloping his entire body. He immediately ran to the other side of the dome as fast as he could, settling in a crawling position, hoping to avoid the man's gaze.
The man stared blankly, slowly rotating atop the ocean in a horizontal 360-degree angle. It was only until he faced Frenrin's direction that he reacted in any sort of way; unluckily for Frenrin, this reaction's effect was leaping off the ocean of blood at a speed Frenrin's eyes couldn't possibly keep up with.
{Where did h-} Fwoomph! The man landed atop Frenrin, kicking him down through the roof; he fell into the blood ocean once more. Despite getting hit with a force that would immediately kill a normal person, Frenrin seemed, albeit, fine, though the pain was definitely still there. Frenrin was grasping at his chest, trying to feel the hole that he clearly felt puncture through his body... but there was no hole.
{What the fuck is happening?} Swoooishhh All of the blood surrounding Frenrin started avoiding him in a spherical shape; it grew from just a few feet to the entire room. It seemed currently Frenrin was located inside the library, or what was left of it at least. The books were all destroyed; none of the furniture survived either; even some of the walls had large holes in them. Despite this, though, the blood ocean was still being blocked as if there was an invisible barrier.
Crack The roof near Frenrin started to collapse, forcing him to dodge out of the way... unfortunately for Frenrin, the man was standing atop the pulverized rubble, still staring blankly towards him.
"We can talk about this, can't we?" Frenrin spoke to the man, although he had no reaction, just continuing to stare at Frenrin with a blank expression.
"How about I go get a chair? I'm sure standing... is more preferable for both of us—" Rustle "Wai—" Before Frenrin could even shout, the man lunged at him, grabbing the collar of his uniform. Immediately slamming him down onto the ground back first.
"Stop!" The man actually did stop, albeit for a second, then immediately stomped on Frenrin's stomach. Frenrin never once broke a bone before due to his rather sheltered life; despite this, even he could tell that multiple bones fractured every time this man's feet slammed down onto him.
"Please, wai-" *Stomp*! Please—*Stomp!* "FUCKING STO-" *Stomp!* *Stomp!* STOMP! Frenrin eventually gritted his teeth and stopped trying to talk, which let him finally think for a little bit. {Why am I still alive? I should have died just from one of these kicks! They're shaking the whole building... this is fucking bullshit.}
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After being repeatedly stomped on for what felt similar to an hour, Frenrin felt a feeling building inside his stomach, and this feeling was growing stronger with each stomp.
Blargh Frenrin actually started throwing up. But instead of being a normal color like green or even being blood-colored, it was actually pitch black! And instead of falling back onto Frenrin, the vomit actually started to disintegrate into thin air!
The man continued stomping on Frenrin, which led to even more being ejected out of Frenrin; something strange seemed to happen, though. Every time Frenrin threw up more of the pitch-black vomit, the man's eyes started to turn slightly clearer...
...
Frenrin felt like dying. He would choose to die right now if he could; the stomping was painful but tolerable; however, the pain every time he threw up was unbearable. Instead of the pain being felt from his body, he felt it in a metaphysical sort of way; it was similar to a cheese grater literally slicing rapidly against his brain.
...
As Frenrin was weakly begging for death inside his mind, the man actually stopped stomping him. He stared down at him. Frenrin didn't notice that the man's eyes were now clear, as if the fog covering his eyes were gone. The man then crouched down towards Frenrin, then suddenly some sort of... clots? Flew out from the ocean of blood, straight into the man's hand. The clots of blood looked like they were being supported by an invisible piece of paper.
The man then... grew his pinkie finger's nail; it turned dark in color and looked as sharp as a sword. Squelch The man cut out a cylinder-shaped hole in Frenrin's stomach. Frenrin himself, though, didn't even feel it, likely due to his pain receptors being overloaded and short-circuiting. And honestly, Frenrin's state of mind was somber; he already gave up living long ago; he was just waiting for it to end.
The man then placed the perfectly shaped cylinder of skin, flesh, and gore to his side and then cut another cylinder, again and again... until a hole the size of a large cylinder was made into Frenrin. He then stuck his hand inside, which was holding onto the blood clots, and then spread it out inside of Frenrin's stomach, similar to covering a bed with a blanket.
The man wiped the blood off his face, then started to laugh!
Fenrin, with a weak and pale face, felt his anger bubbling up. He long ago gave up any thoughts of survival, but laughing at him? He simply couldn't handle it! {You do all this? And then have the gall to fucking laugh at my face as I'm dying? You fucking brain-deficit bastard!}
Unable to restrain himself any longer from the man's laughter, Frenrin shouted with all his remaining energy!
"You FUCKI-" THWOCK! The man kicked Frenrin's head as casually as raising his leg, but despite the man barely using any effort, Frenrin's head outright exploded!
The man laughed once more, but this time it didn't sound anything like before. Almost as if he was conveying another person's laughter. Shortly after, though, the man's eyes slowly turned lifeless once again.
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