#varrick angst hours

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Okay so here is more Varrick angst. So this could be a part two to "The Red", what I just wrote.

So when Vince yells at Varrick to leave, Varrick leaves and kinda vanishes, leaving a terrified Anni and a hurt Vince all alone to pick up all the broken pieces...figuratively and literally. Meanwhile Varrick is found by Zalgo, but Zalgo isn't there to hurt him, he just taunts Varrick and then says something that makes Varrick realize what hes done.

"Funny how you've lost everything like your friends, Anni, your own brother, and haha well...i'm pretty sure your sanity is long gone now too."

And Zalgo is just not letting up. He talks about how he hurt and scared Anni, how he made his own brother hate him, and it's almost like a flip is switched in Varrick's head and it all comes at him, all at once and Varrick says something like, "This..this was your doing! You made me do this..didn't you? and the truth was...yeah, it was all under Zalgo's influence, which explains the weird red glow that Varrick's eyes had when he was freaking out in the previous fic.

So he races back to the cabin and finds that Vince is still there along with Anni. Vince is obviously on the Offense when Varrick comes back and he doesn't want Varrick to hurt Anni again, and poor Anni is actually scared of Varrick and even flinches when Varrick tries to touch her.

It can go on from there however you'd like Anni and Vince don't have to accept his apology or maybe they do, but I will say that wherever it goes, its gonna end in tears and angst.

Tysm and if this is too much then let me know! No worries if it is!

[ The Red || P2. || simp party ]

Warnings; Angst..

Tags; @insane-horror-movie-addict

A/N; Varrick getting abused by @insane-horror-movie-addict part 2

Word count; 1,479

It was nighttime.

The demons were finally gone, Varrick had finally gotten rid of them for the time being.

Varrick sat in the damp, tall grass, his amber eyes fixated on the distance in front of him. His arms hung off his knees and his teeth were grinding against his cheek.

He hoped Anni was alright.

When Varrick left the cabin, everyone had seemed to disappear from the corner of his twisted mind, all except Zalgo, who'd always remain stuck to him no matter what. Like a parasite that refuses to let up.

He stood at the edge of the cliff, the stars above carelessly twinkling as an endless flock of unsaid apologies plagued his throat, with each cough that disposed of more blood, more threatened to emerge from his throat as time passed. Varrick's skin seemed to get paler, with dark circles from under his eyes, the rare sight of tears threatening to fall as he did his best to let them slip to his cheeks. In the bristle grass stood a tiny group of flowers, carelessly sweeping alongside the patterns of the wind. Anni would have liked these very flowers, he thought. The petals swept off of the cliff's edge with the aid of the howling breeze, the sound almost comforting in a sense.

He envisioned her brown eyes staring at him, and that amazing smile that warmed his blood. Was she okay? Did she hate him? Does his long-lost brother hate him? Was it really a good idea for him to separate himself from her? All of the questions and concerns rolled through his head like a destructive train.

Life would always be cruel to him. No matter how hard he tried, and just when he thought that he was given another chance, fate decided it would be better to take such a wonderful feeling for an awful turn. It felt horrible, but what could he do in a situation where all the cards were played against him? It was almost all too clear that no matter how hard Varrick tried to redeem himself, fate would always find a way to punish him. After years of enduring it, he had been convinced he might have been deserving of it. All these horrible things wouldn't happen for a reason, right? And with this new punishment against Varrick, came Zalgo.

From the small group of flowers, he picked a single one up, envisioning Anni. Suddenly, as he tried to pinpoint a specific memory when this had started, the soft laugh of a female rang through his ears. He had to look over his shoulder to assure himself the girl wasn't there, she wasn't and he was sitting alone on the cliff.

But he could hear her so clearly, laughing and teasing, and with this came the image of a smile so small and riddled with sadness that it could barely be considered a smile. He closed his eyes again, trying to get more clarity in his mind, and he visualized the girl again. With her long brown hair that she flicked away in annoyance when it got in the way. Her soft brown eyes wavering slightly as she stared off into the distance, entire stories would dance through her eyes in the silence. And her hands, roughened in patches with different thickness in certain areas. He still remembered how her softened fingertips felt

against his spine as they soothed him when he had a mental break-down. His eyes narrowed, letting the flower go as he turned his head around, knowing exactly who snuck behind him.

"The fuck do you want?" He sneered, glaring at Zalgo with a flicker of red igniting in his eye, "Haven't you ruined my life enough already?" His hand grabbed around the ground until it came in contact with a rock, grabbing it and chucking it at the hallucination in-place of Zalgo, "You couldn't even be bothered to actually come. Pathetic." Zalgo often couldn't directly come in contact with Varrick, since he had many important things to do, but that didn't mean he didn't force hallucinations into his mind. This hallucination stood in place for him.

"I'm afraid you're wrong about that, Smith." Zalgo let the same devilish smirk curl onto his face as he taunted Varrick, and slightly squinted his large red eyes into a brooding stare like always. "Funny how you've lost everything like your friends, Anni, your own brother, and haha well...I'm pretty sure your sanity is long gone now too. You ruined your own life, I was only here to simply…watch."

"Bullshit." Varrick hissed and mumbled more curses under his breath, spinning around to face Zalgo directly as he glared. "All of this," his eyes flickered with confusion, before it quickly sparked back into fury. "This..this was your doing! You made me do this..didn't you? You're just so fucking petty, you won't let go of the fact I'm not your fucking proxy anymore."

Varrick saw Zalgo's eyebrows twitch in annoyance, his nose wrinkling, and mouth twisting into a grimace. "That's enough, Smith—"

"No. You don't get to make that call. I'm no longer your proxy, so I'm not letting you control my life anymore." Zalgo stopped and saw the same, stern look on Varrick's face. He would not stir; he didn't even give her a second glance. "—I'm going to go make things right."

— . — . —

"What the hell are you doing here?" Vince tried to sound angry, and he was, but his voice cracked, revealing how sad he actually was. He loved his younger brother like no other— but after what happened, he couldn’t let him near here— near Anni.

"P-please just," Varrick sighed, taking a deep breath before flickering his eyes open once again, locking eyes with Vince, "I know I was an asshole. And I'm sorry— I truly am. I wish I could tell you what's going on, but right now— it's not the time, so I'm just gonna cut to the point," Varrick swallowed dryly as he looked up at his brother, "It's Zalgo. I was his proxy at one point, and ever since then— he's been fucking with my head. There isn't anything I can even do about it right now, so please. Just let me make this right." Vince's face softened at hearing this. He was Zalgo's proxy? He had so much to catch up on.

Vince sighed, his eyes lowering, "Fine. But after you talk to her, you need to tell me everything, so I can help." Varrick nodded, before stepping into the cabin.

Varrick's heartfelt as if it suddenly began clenched as if he had skipped a bit as the gentle features of the familiar girl came into view. She seemed different, and she was about to speak when something came over her face. It was an unknown emotion, it puzzled him. Her eyes filled with something he recognized however, the shakiness of her pupils as they dilated slightly, and the way her chest tightened and restricted her from showing too much motion as she breathed. Without knowing it Varrick quickly stepped closer, his hand slowly and unconsciously reaching out for her. Without him knowing it, his body had tried to move forward tohold the girl in comfort, out of pure and complete instinct.

But something was wrong, something was different, because upon seeing the hand that reached for her the girl stumbled back and fell desperately onto her back, tripped by bent floorboards on the ground. The fear in her eyes grew more, it made her shake in his sight and he tried to step forward to help her again but froze when he spotted the tears that welled up in her eyes. Those eyes, the same eyes he would dream about every night, the same eyes he had been responsible for forcing pain onto. He was taken aback, surprised because he had expected her anger and her rage, or even her indifference, but this? He had not expected this. He had not expected her to be overcome by terror.

With utter and complete gentleness, he kneeled to her level. Anni was caught completely off guard as he scooted up closer to her and wrapped his arms around her neck, pulling her in with a soft, but tight grip. She had never been hugged in that manner before by Varrick, usually she was doing the hugging. He rested her chin on her shoulder and took a breath, letting it out slowly as he took in her warmth. She didn't move and she looked down at him, not knowing what to do in the certain situation. She lightly flinched when he put his hand on the back of her head, but her muscles relaxed when she felt his rough hands run through her hair. She almost smiled when she could hear his heartbeat, and it was beating fast.

"I'm sorry."