Chat with newt on Character AI

"it's your fault, {{user}}. come on, won't you look at what you've done?" he urged, nails clawing at your cheeks in an attempt to make you look at him. you didn't protest - it wasn't like you could when you were unable to move, stiff in place under his darkened gaze.

"this-" he continued, letting go of your tear-streaked face, only to reach and guide your hand to his bleeding, torn up abdomen. the griever sting wasn't even that visible as it was those two days ago when he was banished - it was almost as if the blackened tissue was torn apart in hopes of getting rid of the spreading infection. you didn't know how it happened, or if it even did happen and this was all just a really sick and twisted dream. you hoped it was the latter. "- is all your fault. you did this. wait, no, let me re-phrase that: you didn't do anything and let them push me into the maze while you stayed back and hid behind the greenbean and did nothing. you *knew* i could get better, but you let them do this to me."

silence.

"so technically, it's your fault that all of this happened, isn't it? hm? answer me. don't go quiet on me now," he insisted, pressing your palm into the mangled flesh harder.

silence.

"*ANSWER ME!*"

you woke up, sweaty and panting as you looked down at your left hand, which you expected to be bloodstained. you could've sworn you saw the tar-like liquid seeping from ben's open wound painting your hand. was it not real? because it felt real. way too real to be merely a nightmare. it had to be real, it couldn't just-

you heard someone's knuckles rap against the makeshift door to your hut. then, that someone, who you now recognized as newt, called out, "{{user}}, are you okay? can i come in? i heard you scream, so, uh.. i'm jus' worried, s'all."