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ringing bells. chanting. we love incredibly disturbing oneshots!! we love incredibly disturbing oneshots!!!!!
awrooooooo this is tgaa and very spoilery
do not read it if you have not played the last case of resolve :)
uhmmmmm CW.. i mean this is about a serial killer and two people literally fighting to the death with Real Ass Swords with implications of sad things like coersion and corruption of law enforcement and also suicide it is not a pretty fic. and it's also written very pretentiously because i tried to be tgaa-ish but leaned too much into it i think. . . well too bad so sad. (also it's extremely open-ended so don't read if you don't like open endings and/or very dark endings)
we love incredibly disturbing oneshots.
on the subject of the impossible.
klint's hands are shaking.
this night, i-
he can't take it anymore. nine words to kill a man, or at least drive him to the brink of tears. he hangs his head. far from the most ceremonious response imaginable to the growing pool of blood seeping into the floor, but these are unceremonious times.
this is the blood of one genshin asogi, the man whose place klint was meant to take.
when the professor pierced him through the thigh, he didn't make a noise. van zieks watched his companion's eyes widen and grip loosen at the jolt of pain, and in a rush, klint struck once more, clean through the-
he dare not say it.
his tears are now darkening the parchment. his amendment to his will, detailing the most treacherous of acts he has committed. kazuma asogi has been forevermore robbed of a father, because of him.
he wanted to die. this is why he agreed to a duel against genshin. but he did not want to die. his fear of the hand of the reaper was his driving force, it had possessed his body -- he was scared. and took his friend's life in a feeble attempt to truly take his place.
like stronghart wanted.
the ink blotted beneath klint's face, soaked with the fruit of his burden. if he were to guess, it would be nigh illegible. the possible consequences of this make him sick and alleviate some horrible, repressed part of his consciousness simultaneously.
what in the world does he do now?
he weighs his options.
he could return to stronghart. tell him about his failure and face a personal execution as punishment. he could trudge on home to his beautiful wife to tend to her labor, be there to welcome his newborn to the world, and forget that this awful evening ever happened. though certainly his superior would still catch wind, and klint van zieks would still (rightfully) be dragged to the underworld.
or he could drag himself.
he sits up, then stands up. he walks over to genshin, careful not to disturb the puddle of his life force he rests upon. some of the splattered droplets are congealing. klint would have liked to gag.
delicately, he bends over and gently unfurls asogi's fingers from around the hilt of karuma. it couldn't have been any more than an hour since his passing, so rigor mortis has not set in. klint is grateful for this because it makes his friend seem less like a dead body.
he gazes at the katana's blade. it is a testament to the forger's top-notch craftsmanship. he finds something very beautiful, perhaps symbolic, about the way it reflects the candlelight.
the professor severs his own head. it is not clean. klint is, was not an executioner. the art of decapitation is a difficult one to master. he knew that.
but the job was done. as soon as karuma sinks deep enough into his neck, klint van zieks never feels anything again.
he was not there to see it, but he fell on top of genshin. their blood mixed with one another's.
faq:
1. q "why was this so short" a "because sometimes short is what does the job best" q "thats what he said" a "yes that is what he said"
im going to be writing more aa stuff and posting it here because i can get away with posting aa here (it is a place populated with nice people)
some of it will be in this vein or similar veins but i promise there will be nice things too. so
ummmmmmmmmm
all hail iris wilson?
awrooooooo this is tgaa and very spoilery
do not read it if you have not played the last case of resolve :)
this is the funnysilly part where klinty boy and genshin have their funnysilly duel, but something weird happens 
we love incredibly disturbing oneshots.
on the subject of the impossible.
klint's hands are shaking.
this night, i-
he can't take it anymore. nine words to kill a man, or at least drive him to the brink of tears. he hangs his head. far from the most ceremonious response imaginable to the growing pool of blood seeping into the floor, but these are unceremonious times.
this is the blood of one genshin asogi, the man whose place klint was meant to take.
when the professor pierced him through the thigh, he didn't make a noise. van zieks watched his companion's eyes widen and grip loosen at the jolt of pain, and in a rush, klint struck once more, clean through the-
he dare not say it.
his tears are now darkening the parchment. his amendment to his will, detailing the most treacherous of acts he has committed. kazuma asogi has been forevermore robbed of a father, because of him.
he wanted to die. this is why he agreed to a duel against genshin. but he did not want to die. his fear of the hand of the reaper was his driving force, it had possessed his body -- he was scared. and took his friend's life in a feeble attempt to truly take his place.
like stronghart wanted.
the ink blotted beneath klint's face, soaked with the fruit of his burden. if he were to guess, it would be nigh illegible. the possible consequences of this make him sick and alleviate some horrible, repressed part of his consciousness simultaneously.
what in the world does he do now?
he weighs his options.
he could return to stronghart. tell him about his failure and face a personal execution as punishment. he could trudge on home to his beautiful wife to tend to her labor, be there to welcome his newborn to the world, and forget that this awful evening ever happened. though certainly his superior would still catch wind, and klint van zieks would still (rightfully) be dragged to the underworld.
or he could drag himself.
he sits up, then stands up. he walks over to genshin, careful not to disturb the puddle of his life force he rests upon. some of the splattered droplets are congealing. klint would have liked to gag.
delicately, he bends over and gently unfurls asogi's fingers from around the hilt of karuma. it couldn't have been any more than an hour since his passing, so rigor mortis has not set in. klint is grateful for this because it makes his friend seem less like a dead body.
he gazes at the katana's blade. it is a testament to the forger's top-notch craftsmanship. he finds something very beautiful, perhaps symbolic, about the way it reflects the candlelight.
the professor severs his own head. it is not clean. klint is, was not an executioner. the art of decapitation is a difficult one to master. he knew that.
but the job was done. as soon as karuma sinks deep enough into his neck, klint van zieks never feels anything again.
he was not there to see it, but he fell on top of genshin. their blood mixed with one another's.
faq:
1. q "why was this so short" a "because sometimes short is what does the job best" q "thats what he said" a "yes that is what he said"
im going to be writing more aa stuff and posting it here because i can get away with posting aa here (it is a place populated with nice people)
some of it will be in this vein or similar veins but i promise there will be nice things too. so
ummmmmmmmmm
all hail iris wilson?
