Regret || Trapped in a Web

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..quiet. It's all quiet. He sits at his desk, attempting to concentrate on the document that had to be presented to HQ tomorrow. His pen taps hastily, and yet no words had been drawn by the ink. His gaze had turned away from the sheets of paper, now simply staring at the photo of Her. His expression reads as somber, eyelids falling midway due to both exhaustion and sadness. His mind begins to wander, revisiting the times where he held Her so dearly. So gently. As if she may shatter at any moment. He remembers when she always ran up to the glass when he entered the room, her eyes lighting up and becoming beacons while joy streamed from her face. He recalls when he'd carefully wrap her hair around to form a bun, despite it being no use against her pink and curly hair. Oh how he yearns to hear his child's laughter once more. To hold her like the delicate flower she was. .. he remembers when he saw her again. Oh 2x2. 2x2 forgive him please. As what he's seen can never leave his mind. He remembers re-entering the abandoned and crumbling facility, walls deteriorated and the place filled with new life. He.. Builderman remembers. Recalls how Roblox had sent him to retrieve any remaining files. And how he begrudgingly agreed to do so. Oh, how he wish he didn't. ... he remembers. He remembers the disheveled state she had been in. Her skin having rotten, her skeleton being visible through the thin skin of hers. Her eye- Eyes, sunken and her skin scarily pale. Her hair was nothing but a matted mess, blood staining her patients gown that she still wore since she was a child, all torn and stretched as it pressed against her sickly figure. He Recalls. He Recalls how she stared at him, from behind the broken and weakened glass. And oh, how he felt angered. Angered that he had promised his poor Child to return. And now? It's been fifteen years. Fifteen years since that promise. Fifteen years, had she been waiting for his return. Fifteen Years since she had been rotting, starving, deteriorating by this Vicious Code, as she waited inside the cell. The thing that sickens him the most, is how she could have left. She could have given up, she could have hated him. He Wished she hated him earlier, wished she escaped. But no, no nothing of the sorts happened. She Waited. Waited for her Father to return. And it sickens him. How badly had the facility warped her mind into becoming nothing but an obedient puppet. ..how he remembers her eye lighting up, as if suddenly awakening from a deep slumber, despite tiredly resting her body against the glass while she stared, seeming bored. Until she realized it was him. ..the two reconciled for a short, sweet moment. He remembers how he brushed through her matted and gunked hair. He remembers gently tracing his hand across her cheek, feeling nothing but her cheekbone and tears in her flesh. Guilt has hit him harder than previously. Call him cruel. Call him evil, but he wishes he’d found her corpse rather than finding her in such a horrific state. ..though perhaps now he could make it right. Or so he thought. He attempted to leave, to tell his wife and prepare a room. Oh how excited he felt, finally being able to see Jane again. To finally see His Daughter. … She had clung to him, the joy in her eyes quickly being replaced with fear. He tried to explain. But no, oh no. She’d heard this same song, saw the same dance. And now he tries to pull it off.. again? …she can’t Let Him Go Again. As Builderman had attempted to leave, he had been tackled down, feeling horrific stabbing pains on his arms and shoulders while Jane holds him down. Despite being made of skin and bone, she was still horrifyingly strong. He remembers shoving her off as she tried to claw her way at his throat, beginning to stumble as he rolls over and attempts to run. He recalls her shrieks and shrills, piercing his ears and blurring his thoughts. He remembers her cries and pleas for him to stay, for Him to remain with her. … Builderman remembers seeing a gap, and leaping for it. His arms are still injured, littered with cuts and scrapes from that moment. And then does he exit, pushing a large stone into the exit. ..his heart still aches, recalling her screams of fear and sobs of heartache. Her pounding her boney fist against the stones as her sobs become louder, calling out for her Father. ..he did return. Just not how he wanted it to go. Roblox had been alerted of the fiasco, forcing the Builder to lead them back to the area. They had detained her, pinning her arms against her back as she shrieked, crying with pure fear and confusion in her eyes. She was shackled, disheveled, and terrified. And all she saw in return. Was her Fathers face, not once trying to interfere as he gave her a look of pity. … And that day, was the last time he ever saw or heard of her. ..he looks to the photo on his desk, having now held it for quite some time as his thumb gently rubs against the glass. Against her face. ..may she rest easy, if she’s Gone