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The soft yellow fur and stitching of Glitchtrap’s gloved fingers crushed your throat tightly, slamming you against the cold surface of the guillotine paper cutter with such force that your vision went black for a short moment. You blushed, your quiet whimpers trapped inside as his glowing purple eyes seemed to burn into yours— you felt nearly hypnotized by the sensation. But as flustered as you were, you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from the one you so adored.
You felt the rabbit’s other hand slip around your wrist, pulling it up above your head and fastening a safety strap over it. It was only then that you realized the paper cutter you had been thrown onto had restraints, the thought making you squirm. Everything about the encounter happened so fast, you hadn’t been expecting any of it when Glitchtrap was originally silently standing over your bed, watching you until you awoke. When you did, you were a bit startled, but he calmed you and elegantly lured you off to a hidden room; an invitation to a private party just for you. You couldn’t imagine keeping him waiting.
You had been expecting a saferoom with cake and party hats and knives or axes being stabbed or swung into you, but this was something different, something new. Because you had been so quickly pinned backwards onto the device, you had no time to take in it’s beauty and mechanical ingenuity. Now that you realized it was no ordinary paper cutter, though, you took a moment to tilt your head back and gaze at it for what you could.
You weren’t able to see much other than the elegant hand-carved Victorian design of the blade coverings and panels before Glitchtrap viciously gripped your chin and forced you to look at him once more, to which you pouted and squirmed more. “Hey, I’m trying to admire your work!”
Glitchtrap seemed to pause for a moment, as if his pride made him consider genuinely allowing your body to be fully intact and unscathed for just a second longer in order for you to gaze upon his creation made especially for you. Eventually, however, he decided against this— it would simply have to be a surprise. You tried to look again, but this time, you were met with a strap coming down over your head in order to keep you facing him. He wanted every last ounce of your attention for himself, filled with a small amount of jealousy for a short moment. The sight of him becoming yandere over you with even his own machines made you shudder, but then smirk.
You tugged against the restraints to tease him, however the rabbit only lashed them down tighter, along with your other wrist and ankles. You could feel him enjoying every second that he outdid you, and you loved every moment that you could cause more problems for him to solve. Once you were fully restrained with absolutely no range of motion, Glitchtrap seemed to admire you for a long moment, eyes glittering with desire as he loomed over you. Even though he stayed silent, you could tell that he wanted to completely and utterly devour you in that moment, sizing you up as if you were the finest dessert.
He reached for the blade of the paper cutter, slowly and elegantly curling his fingers around it as he unlocked the mechanism to lift it over you. Now that you couldn’t squirm, he wanted to take his time with you; you deserved a breathtaking show and performance, and he was determined to give you something no less than spectacular. The light from the doorway behind him shined against his back, giving a halo effect as he held the blade dramatically at it’s highest position, ready to be brought down and take your life at any given moment. You were completely at his mercy, heart racing at the sight. You were trembling in anticipation, the restraints making your extremities tingle as blood rushed to your cheeks; you wanted to give some comment about killing you already and not leaving you waiting, but all you could manage in your extremely flustered state was a small squeak.
Watching you get so worked up over the scene, Glitchtrap smirked in satisfaction. Rather than letting the blade fall and kill you, he had planned to draw things out a bit further. He allowed the blade to hang precariously in the air, balancing it so that it didn’t fall with gravity just yet. It took a moment to balance it correctly, but the threat that it might tip over and come crashing down and bisect you completely was constantly present and very much worth the few precious moments in his opinion.
Glitchtrap then lovingly caressed your cheek, taking in your every micro expression as you whined in agonized longing. He reached for a custom dagger made especially for you that had been strapped to one of the legs of the paper cutter. It was made of pure gold, lighter reflective streaks coursing down the blade like beautiful veins that met and intertwined to create the border of the handle, while the handle itself was made of intricately designed emerald. It seemed almost magical, purple and green glitch effects seeming to shine across its every surface as glowing red remnant dripped from it’s tip. It had been pre-coated in it’s holster, like a special tool being kept in a container full of disinfectant while not in use.
You had expected him to bring the curved and notched talon blade to your throat or sternum, but instead, Glitchtrap pulled a lever on the side of the machine. You felt a panel underneath your back slide open so that your shirt was exposed to the other side.
“What’s that for…?” You asked curiously, genuinely a bit confused. “You normally only ever bloody my front. There’s nothing even that interesting back there.”
Glitchtrap looked playfully offended with his free hand over his heart, as if to say that he could dissect any part of your anatomy and make it interesting; and even moreso that he intended to prove it. He quickly laid himself onto the table on top of you, as if it were something he had wanted to do ever since he fist strapped you down, covered thinly only by his lack of expression. This caused the ever-looming blade to slowly begin slipping towards you, getting faster as it fell— though Glitchtrap caught the handle behind him once it was about halfway down and phased through just the tip of his tail, balancing it once more and leaving it closer than it was previously.
You gave a startled yelp before he caught it, to which the rabbit only grinned. He gave a soft kiss to your cheek as if to teasingly comfort you in a threatening manner, drool coming off of the mascot suit and clinging wetly to your skin in thick strings. You pouted, giving a small kiss to his nose in return (which then squeaked in response). He wrapped his long arms around and under the table, tracing down your spine from the back of your neck with one hand and following behind it with the dagger in the other.
You didn’t feel any sort of pain as your shirt and skin simultaneously fell away from you, remnant mixing into your bloodstream as Glitchtrap continued down to your tailbone. Once the cold air came in contact with your now exposed muscles and organs, however, pain tore through your body, making you scream out in agony and pull hard against the restraints. Your back was able to arch only barely with how you were held down, but Glitchtrap pulled open your skin regardless. There had been magnetic dissection pins stuck to the underside of the table, which he felt for and promptly used to hold you open.
You were shaking violently as the rabbit continued his work, cutting along the flaps of skin he had already pulled away as to fashion them into triangles that he could use to apply more tension with. He pinned each of the sections aside in a beautiful pattern on the underside of the table, looking almost like wings. Blood cascaded down from your back onto his fur-covered gloves, soaking through them and phasing out through the other side. As you lost more and more blood due to gravity, you became lightheaded, but the pain also seemed to come to its peak where it transformed into sheer euphoria, making you cry out in bliss.
Your trembling and noises of ecstasy had caused the blade overhead to begin slowly falling once more, cutting halfway through Glitchtrap’s incorporeal body before he could catch it with his bloodied hand this time. Your adrenaline spiked as it was so close to you, a wave of chemicals forcing your every sense to be heightened, and in turn the pain. Everything only seemed to get better with every passing moment, and Glitchtrap seemed to be enjoying your reactions thoroughly.
Resetting the blade so that it was now only a foot or two away from your face and still partially glitching and phasing through himself, Glitchtrap then resumed his work underneath the table, plunging his hands inside of you. You sputtered as he took hold of your ribcage, sighing in delight as his finger traced along them in a menacingly delicate manner. Waiting for you to calm further so that the impact would be that much more jarring, he then forcibly ripped the three ribs he was holding in each hand outward, breaking them backward so that they pointed out towards the floor. You screamed once more, and your beloved madman continued with another section of your ribcage— you could hear your bones cracking and pulling apart slowly, each side of your body mirroring the other as he continued downward. Once he had finally splayed you out like the beautiful piece of art he saw you as, he gave one final slice with his dagger down your spine. It was sharp enough to cut through your vertebrae like butter, and with his expert precision your spinal cord was exposed to the air yet completely unharmed for the moment.
Glitchtrap set the pristine blade back into it’s remnant-filled holster, then softly traced along your spinal cord. Just a simple press could be enough to paralyze you, and you loved the sensation of his hands on your most private inner nervous system. As he pet you, he smiled to himself, gazing into your eyes and picturing what you looked like from the underside of the table; he thought perhaps you looked much like you belonged on one of his favourite calendars. He longed so desperately to see you, but there was something much more enticing about feeling, hearing, and smelling it all in his opinion. He was able to imagine it that way, to enhance his beautiful work in his mind only further.
In your frazzled state of bliss, you gazed up at him through lidded eyes and chuckled softly, blushing lighter. You could feel him fantasizing about you so intensely, and knowing that he dreamed of you so made you melt. However, the pull of your organs falling towards the floor with gravity was beginning to make you delirious with euphoria, and your temporary immortality via remnant was beginning to fade as it drained from you; you began to become tired, the paper cutter’s table the most comfortable place you could ever think of drifting off.
Glitchtrap recognized the look in your eyes. He quickly gripped onto your internal organs and thrust your body upward with them into his lips, kissing you with a sort of passion and zeal that was unlike any other kiss you had ever recieved. He seemed to both kiss the life into and out of you simultaneously, leaving you breathless yet so very happy. You returned the romantic gesture as much as you possibly could.
As you finally pulled away, you admired him quietly, not noticing as he took hold of the paper cutter’s blade. With one final moment of adoration, he brought the blade crashing down and phasing through his back and torso until it sliced directly into yours, bisecting you entirely. You died in his arms, not having the time to close your eyes. The last thing you saw was him smiling down at you, with the words ‘I love you, Y/N’ ringing through your head. Glitchtrap stayed with you, and was the only thing that remained as the rest of the world faded away.