Let Him Go roblox oneshot story

Requested by TeaCofeee

They requested either a fluff of Spawn and ring, or a angst where Ring had to experience the fact spawn died, or an alternative ending where Ring saved Spawn

So I went with the 3rd option

Enjoy the chapter

SPAWNS POV:(took place after the nightmare where Ring killed him, like yknow. Snap his neck)

I woke up gasping.

My chest felt tight, my body trembling as I tried to catch my breath. The room was dark, but my mind was still trapped in the nightmare—his hands, the feeling of my neck snapping, the sheer horror of it.

I hated it. I hated that nightmare. It was disgusting. Terrifying. Too real.

I ran a shaky hand through my hair, trying to calm down, but the nausea in my stomach wouldn't fade. Why am I still here?

These nightmares. This torment. People always looking at me with pity or disgust. The whispers behind my back. The loneliness. The pain.

Everything started after Ring left me.

And no matter how much time passed, I still couldn’t move on.

I clenched my fists.

I can’t take this anymore.

There’s no point in staying in a world where he’s no longer with me. A world where I’m nothing but a ghost, a useless existence that no one cares about.

If Ring truly wanted me gone, then... fine.

I’ll grant his wish.

I stood up from my bed, my legs feeling weak, but I forced myself to move. The house felt empty—just like me.

I walked through the front door, stepping outside into the cold air. The night was quiet, except for the occasional distant sound of cars passing by.

The streetlights cast long shadows, making everything feel even more lifeless.

It was... peaceful.

A good night to die.

My feet carried me forward on their own. Before I even realized it, I was standing in the middle of the road, directly on the pedestrian lane.

A car was coming.

Fast.

Its headlights shined brightly, nearly blinding me.

But I didn’t move.

I wouldn’t move.

I closed my eyes, taking a slow breath.

Just let it end.

RING'S POV:
It had been days since I last saw him.

Since I left him.

I kept telling myself it was for the best, that he would eventually move on, but deep down... I wasn’t sure.

Something felt wrong.

I didn’t want to admit it, but I was worried about him.

Even if I told myself to stay away, I couldn’t ignore the uneasy feeling eating away at me.

What if he’s not okay?

What if I made the wrong choice?

What if—