Rip and Tear (Into my A**):(Doomguy X reader)

Radio Silence (Male Version)

"I-Vega-"

He understood without you having to say it.

"I know, but there is nothing to do now, please, he would not want you to destroy yourself."

You were a fucking wreck and you knew it.

"I- I don't think I can sleep at all."

"There are sleeping pills in the cabinet to your left. Your suggested dosage is one."

You took two, throwing them back dry and curling into a ball against the wall.

"Will you not take the bed?"

You shook your head, staring at the cold, sterile floor.

"I just want to stay here for now."

"I understand, it was worth a try."

"Thank you Vega."

"What for?"

"For caring."

Sleep took you like a truck took the life of an isekai protagonist.

Blackness, but not that of unconsciousness. Your eyes were slowly coming into focus, shapes coming out from under the fog of darkness.

You swallowed heavily, voice stalling twice before any words managed to come out.

"Flynn?" there was a clicking sound to your right, causing you to whirl around in the dark.

In the dim light, your surroundings finally emerged. You were in some kind of structure, something that looked like it was once an arena but had long since fallen into destruction.

The ground was saturated in gore, sicky under your feet even as it dried to your skin, a thick crust making your movements proceed a flood of red flakes.

It smelled like metal, diesel, and blood.

Like death.

"Flynn!"

The walls of the arena suddenly filled with growls; pairs of red eyes peeling open in each of the chambers.

Your breath hitched, eyes darting around for a way out.

Instead, they found the one anomaly in the sea of red.

A set of eyes in a vibrant green, glowing as bright as the others.

It was a familiar shade, recognizable even in the inhuman incandescence.

"F-Flynn?"

The creature from the shadows stepped out. It was hulking, its skin a dead, sickly gray. It had horns that added another two feet to its height, one full and sharp while the other was snapped halfway through, jagged.

He was clad in armor and blood, steam rolling from his skin.

-and despite how terrifying all of it was, you immediately zoned in on the face of the creature, it had a scar on its left cheek.

It was Flynn.

Seven feet tall, gray skin, green eyes glowing like drops of toxicity above you. He had been changed into a marauder, complete with a set of broken horns and a look of pure hatred in his eyes.

You smiled.

"Flynn? What happened to you?"

And you reached out to him with the pure joy of having found him again; because no matter how twisted, he was still the man that you loved.