#i have so many drafts of stuff DWADFWEGR

[livehexmoments]

SO...first time posting a fic in a LONG time!! It’s basically a possible first chapter for a longer fic that will probably never be finished FEWFRGH. It’s also a rough draft because i hate proofreading, sorry if there’s any mistakes :( To explain some context, this is an AU where Lionel is the player and lives through his attempted murder. Now he’s stuck with video game characters in real life (O and Irving is there too but dont worry about it, barely mentioned here i think). I just think Lionel is super fun to write and i love making him pathetic <3

“Hey, I know you guys are still pissed and want me dead and that’s fine. But I feel bad not feeding you at least. So can you promise you won’t immediately try to murder me when I come in?”

Lionel Snill was met with silence from the other side of the door. He sighed. It’s been about two days since….The Hex incident. It has been nothing but hell ever since. Playing through the game and realizing that it was about how miserable his creations were was bad enough, but the whole murder plot? The realization as the hex opened that the whole “murder mystery” was a trick to get him invested and for them to kill him? It still gave Lionel chills. The plan didn’t work, obviously. He was still standing after all. Lionel couldn’t remember the exact details of what happened, but he got up and moved away right when his hand was coming in to strangle him. The Hex sucked them in and they freaked out. Reggie yelling on the floor, trying to grab him and kill him, bullets flying, and the little guy (Jeremiah was his name, Lionel remembers) even bit his leg to keep him from running. He was lucky that he had a door with a lock and immediately ran out and locked it. He started grabbing chairs and his couch, blocking it and trying to escape the bullets flying out of it. It’s a miracle the door was still standing. 

Eventually they ran out of bullets, mana, and energy, which gave Lionel enough time to reinforce the door the best he can and keep them there. He hasn’t really opened it since…Until Irving showed up. Apparently, killing a literal AI is a lot harder than thought of and Lionel had to open the door and drag a bloody Irving out before they tore him apart. Now Lionel was stuck with his murder hungry creations who most of them wanted his head on a stake and an injured AI who has been extremely unhelpful and quiet for most of the time. 

Fantastic.

He tried calling Carla but she blocked him on any type of social media app ever existed. So that’s wonderful. Thank god he was able to take their weapons/magic away or else he doubt he would have lasted as long as he’s been now. 

Going back to now, Lionel spoke up again, “Look. I know I screwed up bad. What happened to all of you and..what Irving did was awful. I’m sorry. I am trying to do better, and I can’t do that if you are still attempting to kill me. So just let me creak the door a bit open so I can pass the food over and I’ll leave you alone.” 

Lionel was met with more silence. He sighed in frustration and shakily creaked the door opened regardless. He couldn’t let them starve in there. What he was met with the faceless one staring at him, which he visibly jumped at. The room was dark, so Lionel couldn’t see the others but the faceless one had his arms out, motioning his hands to the plate Lionel carried. Lionel realized what they were trying to do and passed the food to them while making sure the door wasn’t opened enough for them to escape. Once the transaction was complete, Lionel quickly shut the door. He let out a relieved sigh at how well it went. 

“Alright. Great. That went well. See, I’m trying to be nice here. Feeding you with good food and-”

A feminine voice suddenly disrupted him behind the door, “Taste like shit.”

“...Well, I’m feeding you some food-”

An older voice spoke up, “Ehm…I never had food like this. Doesn’t look like food..”

Lionel looked frustrated and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fine! I’m feeding you. At very least, I’m doing that! I may not make the best ramen but-”

Another voice appears, “This is ramen? There’s no flavor at all!”

“LOOK! I’m trying my best, okay?! Either eat the damn food or don’t, I don’t care!” Lionel jumped at the sound of a dish being thrown and smashed against the door.

“JESUS- Who did that?!”

He was met with silence once more and his patience snapped.

“Okay. Fine. Don’t answer. I’ll leave you alone.”

As Lionel was walking away from the door, he heard loud knocking from it.

“What now?!”

A young voice spoke, “I have to use the bathroom.”

Lionel stared at the door, in disbelief.

“...Bathroom? You’re video game characters.”

“And we use the bathroom! Cmon man, I have to go!”

“Does anyone else in there need to use the bathroom?” There wasn’t a clear response, but Lionel could tell with hearing the murmurs of agreement between them.

“Fine, okay. Here’s how this is going to work. I’ll let you use the bathroom, one at a time.”

Lionel continued to speak as the others stayed quiet. He honestly sounded a bit unsure as he spoke, “And if you try anything, I will not hesitate to…hurt you. Got it?”

The young voice quickly responded, “Yeah sure, can I just go, please?!” “Alright fine! I’m opening the door.”

He opened the door slightly to let the character come out and closed it quick to prevent the others from trying to run out with him. Speaking of which, turned out the voice was Weasel kid. Lionel had to stare at Weasel for a second, still can’t believing that his creations were alive this entire time. Weasel in turn, stared at him with an impatient look. His tail was flicking back and forth with his foot tapping impatiently. 

“Well? Where’s the bathroom?”

Lionel snapped out of it, “Oh, uh, it’s down this hall, second door.”

There was a pause as both of them stood there.

“...Aren’t you going to-”

“No. You’re going first. I don’t trust you behind my back.”

“Jeeze, whatever.”

As they both walked to the bathroom, Weasel leading first while Lionel was following behind, Lionel snapped. 

“Don’t ‘whatever’ me! You all tried to murder me! I don’t trust any of you. And secondly, I’m your creator! Is that how-”

“Yeah. It is.” Weasel turned to look at him with anger. His sunglasses were pushed down a bit, allowing Lionel to see the true fury behind his eyes. “How many times are you going to use that stupid argument anyway? It’s getting old.”

There was an uncomfortable tension. Lionel had to look away, looking almost guilty for setting the weasel off. Weasel simply pushed his glasses up with a snarl and kept walking forward, stopping at the first door in the hallway. 

“Is this the bathroom?”

“...Second door.”

“Oh. Right.”

As weasel went through the correct door, Lionel stood in front of it. He silently wondered if his creations shared any traits with him. Weasel did seem like he forgets things if he already forgot the directions talk they had 1 minute ago. Before Weasel could close the door, he looked at Lionel standing in front, confused. Lionel explained, “Like I said, I don’t trust you. I’m standing right here. Do your business and when you’re done, you’re going back in the room and I’m taking someone else. Got it?”

Weasel huffed and slammed the door. Lionel jumped in surprise of how loud it was and sighed. Thank god Irving was a heavy sleeper or else hell could have broken loose. He 

slid against the wall and sat on the floor, contemplating on how his life got to this point. Was he really that bad of a person? This was his karma wasn’t it? He sat there, hands in his face and trying not to cry in feeling overwhelmed. Lionel felt himself speaking before he could stop himself, his guilt taking over.

“..I’m sorry about Mr. Shrewd. It wasn’t your fault. I should have taken better care of him, not you. God, I knew I shouldn't have sold you off. The hell was I thinking?”

“. . . Did you regret it?”

Lionel snapped his head up to see Weasel standing over him with an unreadable face. He didn’t even hear the bathroom door open. Lionel sighed and locked eyes with him. 

“Yes. Well..kind of. I hated what they did to you, but when I was younger, I was stupid and couldn’t see anything but chasing after the next big thing to get me famous. I should have kept hold of your rights, told those bad reviews to screw off and kept going…I’m sorry.”

“...”

“You don’t have to say anything, just…please, believe me when I say I want to do better by you guys. I will.”

Weasel’s face was cold. “I don’t believe you.”

“I know, I-I know you don’t. Sorry.”

Lionel stood up as Weasel was already walking towards the room, with a much quicker pace. By time he got there, Weasel was waiting by the door, his head looking down to the floor. Before Lionel could open the door, Weasel spoke up, “If..If you did keep my rights and wanted to make another game, would-..would you keep Mr Shrewd alive?”

Lionel had to pause for a second. He could tell Weasel that yes, he would have absolutely kept him alive. He was a memorable character so it made sense he would be in all the games but…It felt like a lie.

Lionel was sick of lying.

“...I don’t know. Honestly? I don’t think I would have. I didn’t care about my own Mr. Shrewd when I should have, I can’t see my younger self caring about yours the same way you cared.”

There was an awkward silence that lingered as Weasel stared right at him. Lionel wanted so badly to look away but he wasn’t going to do that. He wanted to be genuine. Weasel took a deep breath and clenched his fist.

“So he would have been dead? Regardless of anything?!”

“Yes. I’m sorry.”

As he opened the door to let Weasel in, he swore he saw the kid wipe his eyes under his glasses. Lionel felt his chest hurt a bit and the guilt overwhelming at the sight. Good lord, he really was that cruel. Before he can even speak, the survivor stood up. 

“..I see you all decided the order already.”

While the others stayed silent (Reggie giving him the coldest and meanest glare that burned through his soul), Chandrelle spoke up,

“Yeah. Video game characters need hygiene as well, for your information. He smells the worst.”

“Okay. That’s fine. Just…stay put, I guess.”

“Hm.”

Lionel did a quick glance around to check on Weasel. He was already at his old spot, with the faceless one rubbing his back to comfort him. Lionel took a deep breath and let the survivor out of the room. He closed the door behind them.