'Are you serious?'
The serious situation just turned somewhat kind of funny leaving Cesar with no words to utter. He was blankly blinking his eyes, having no idea how to un-conscious himself–after just getting out from the unconscious state–after being under the power of the Nightmare.
'H-how do I do it though? Seriously. I really wanted to help Jeremiah. The puppets have stood up again after the Nightmare achieved a bit of control once more. Still... This... How do I force myself to lose consciousness without actually resulting in my death?'
Cesar couldn't help but touch his face ridiculously, feeling the absurdness of the task. It was something pathetic but wild, and the more time wasted the more he endangered Jeremiah's state where he was slowly being pushed back.
Shouting the Nightmare's name isn't cutting out as well.
That's why Cesar wanted to rely on this gamble.
He knew his weaknesses more than his strengths which is why he was sure that no one, not even Jeremiah, nor with a team effort from the cohort could be able to scratch the Nightmare that resulted in the death of one of their squad members.
That's why he will risk it, in a more calculative way.
Even if it is selling his soul to the devil.
'Come, come, think fast! You don't have to lose another person because you chicken out! Just do what Cedeit is saying and fucking think of a way to make yourself unconscious!'
Cesar racked his brain swiftly, trying to flip the pages of his knowledge to see if there was another torture or unalive textbook he could use.
Finally, he stopped doing it... and trusted his instincts that he would be able to do the only job for that moment.
Cesar swiftly dropped his revolver and dagger from the ground before immediately starting to choke himself with the use of his available hands.
Within moments, César's battered and blood-soaked face grew pale as he struggled to 'un-conscious' himself. His survival instincts were kicking in, even as he attempted to choke himself with his own hands. The hesitation in his movements showed his internal struggle, torn between the drive to survive and the desperation of his acts.
'Don't hesitate, you fucking shit!'
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Feeding his mind with a sense of malice to do this crazy requirement, Cesar continued to choke himself. For a minute or so, he struggles to breathe while his vision slowly fades and wavers.
'God...'
After adding yet another minute for another self-torture he had put himself through, Cesar's face appeared pale blue before he slowly fell backward, his head hitting the solid ground.
He achieved losing consciousness.
...
'No, no, no! What is that brat doing!?'
"Man, you could've just sliced your throat or something,"
The puppets were closing on as the Nightmare stayed in its position, trying to gauge if there was another trick right under his sleeves.
But there was clearly nothing. Jeremiah knew he was spent.
"Hahh..."
As if he had finally given up, the last thing Jeremiah did was glanced upward, trying to catch a glimpse of the roof that none of their cohort had ever seen.
'How terrible.'
His thoughts drifted, wondering what it would be like to gaze at the open skies of the outside world instead of the dark, cold, and obscured ceiling above him.
'Well, I've tried my best...'
Jeremiah just closed his eyes, prepared to meet the rushed and anticlimactic ending of his life. After all, even moving his finger was a hassle.
Giving up is for the best.
"..."
Suddenly, a few seconds had passed.
Nothing happened to him.
"..."
A minute later, he was still in the same position, not getting his inside forcibly gauged out or bitten to death.
He was still alive.
Opening his eyes to see the weird situation, Jeremiah was able to witness something weird.
Right on his front, standing between the puppets and Nightmare... was Cesar.
However, he felt different. The puppets, even the Nightmare, especially the damn Nightmare were observing Cesar with its bloodshot eyes wide open are all feeling the same thing.
"You sure are having fun,"
Cesar's voice is even, with a little bit of mockery added in the mix.
"Killing your kind has been fun for me too, Nicotara. Do you remember?"