#also may be a tad outta character but i had a thought process and i let it fall

[not-5-rats]

I don't think we actually understand how fucking scary User's first death infront of Cay must have been for him

Imagine it, you meet this random person, they seem lost and have no idea who/ where they are so you agree to help. Mere minutes later you watch them get ripped apart, you see their limbs pulled off of their body and thrown to the side, each organ tugged out and chewed till the inside of their chest looked like broken watermelon

He watched the life snap out of their eyes, heard as their screams slowly faltered out. Watched as they cried, the tears being washed away by the rush of blood which came flooding out of them. Watched a stranger die, not just die, he watched them getting destroyed. Something he never imagined he'd be forced to witness.

He swore he heard the camera shutter in his mind as the wolves eventually cleared out, they died a jane/ john doe, to everyone else and to themself. They'd spend the rest of eternity never knowing who they were, their family would never know they'd died, nobody would. Their coworkers would wait for them to come back to work, their pets would wander the house, lost without them.

...but then...they came back. Why were they back-? How? What-? So many questions filled his head as a horrible realisation dawned on him. He'd seen them die, yet they were back...and they could go again. He wanted to help, there was another chance to find their life, remind them who they were but if he went along with this how many times would he be forced to see it. How many times would he see the colour drain from their face, the light in their eyes dim till it dissapeared. How much of their blood would spill into his hands. He didn't know, he never could

But there was so much more that he could know, if this went on. So many myths that would finally be put to rest in his mind. The mysteries he'd grown to shrug off as silly tales. He could understand, he'd just have to be ready. Ready for the bloodshed, for the pain, to look away, to ignore their screams of agony. Ready for them to come back, again and again