dsmp angst oneshots

manipulation.

Fanart by mrozon on twitter!!

Being completely honest ive got no clue what to write so lets see how this goes!!

Okay i finished writing it but, and i didnt even mean to do this but, THIS IS A VENTING CHAPTER!!

Tw!!
Since i havent wrote it yet ill put things that i may add in this :)
•sh
•definitely swearing
•body dysmorphia
•mental abuse/manipulation
this takes place like a mix between irl and minecraft
Mostly irl
Yes thats alot but here we go.
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I started my pc and opened discord, twitch, and minecraft.

I joined vc 3(which no one was in) and hit start streaming. I wait around 3 minutes and i take off the starting soon screen.

I inhale and exhale before unmuting.

'Hey chat!!'

I see a bunch of 'hi's and 'how are you?'s but one comment stuck out 'ew ranboo why do you even stream you dont deserve any of this hype your getting. You just tall, skinny, disgusting bitch.' I definitely agreed

I felt tears prick my eyes but i decided against letting them fall.

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'Ranboo. Youve been helping dream. You blew up the community house.'

'Wh-what?! I-i wouldn't! And why are you talking in 3rd person?!'

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I ended stream and i felt a sort of dread. I didn't wanna go out of my room.

I've always felt a real connection to my persona. People always said i was so good at acting. Well, thats because my parents(specifically my mom) are manipulative.

'Ranboo' isn't a persona of being manipulated its how i really feel when I get manipulated by my mother. She acts like she cares when she doesn't. Dream has always asked me how i was so good at it. I tell him im a theater kid. Im not.

I get off my notes app when i hear my mother yell-

(okay quick a/n idk if i should use his real name or not cause its out there and i dont wanna step boundaries. Imma just make up a name okay)

-yell 'JAMES! GET DOWN HERE!'

'Coming!'

I walk downstairs

'Hi hunny! I just wanna let you know i love you and you can tell me anything if something is wrong!'

'Oh yeah of course i know that mom'

I thought 'the last time i talked to you about being depressed most of the time you yelled at me and took my fucking door and gaming stuff away.'

I walk back up to my room and flop onto my bed. I look at the old and new scars on my wrists. Tomorrow is another day.

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If you want a second part please tell me im considering it.