I'm not the best at writing so please don't expect some 10/10 writing. If I feel like a chapter is going to need a Trigger warning I will add. I am aware Connor and Schlatt do variety!
Have a good day/night and hydrate!
Tw// "descriptive blood and cutting, gore? Hearing loss? Talking behind ones back, death, dying in one's arms.
Refrence! V
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Connor was taught to be ashamed of his ears. By who? The caretakers.
Connor never knew his parents, he was told that they had died when he were three. Connor was told that they were always so loving and caring. Then immediately he'd be told it was his fault. Who told him this? His aunt. Well, before he had moved into foster care. Connor didn't care if they couldn't take care of themselves, let alone himself. Hell, he was just happy to be out of that toxic household.
Despite all of this he didn't hold any hate in his heart.
He was still bullied and ashamed of his ears. He would be told that the other children around him hadn't seen a hedgehog hybrid before, but it carried into adulthood. The people around him would whisper around him. Schlatt, his partner, his friend would tell him what others said. It would always make him feel like shit. He hated it. He couldn't just change his physical appearance, right? That's why he started to wear the wario hat. Unfortunately, the hat didn't do much for him as you could see indents still. He hated it, he hated it so much.
I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it
Everything got worse. It wasn't even my ears, schlatt said besides that they would say so much more. Why did they hate me so much? Schlatt won't leave me right? He would never say those nasty things right? I wanted it gone. I can get rid of it. I can get rid of it.
Cut them off. Tear them off. Nobody would hate me if they are gone right? They'll be gone for good this time and people would like me right? Right? I have to get rid of them I have to get rid of them. I always had knives, because I stole. Well I just never gave back. Maybe I could use those? Maybe they'd finally be gone for good!
I went searching around for a blade of some sort. This place was extremely big, so it definitely took a while. They will finally be gone they will! I finally at this point found the blade. It was under my pillow.
Should I do this? Do I want this?
I want them gone I want them gone. Maybe if they are gone I can work on other things people hate about me. I won't be ashamed of these any more. They will be gone!
You don't want this
Stop it.
I took the blade to m ears. I started to cut at it. It hurt, it hurt so much. I started crying. I had a low pain tolerance, but they won't hate me anymore. I kept cutting and cutting. The blood gushed from my ears and head. It dripped down from my head onto my face. The razor was covered in blood and bits of hair. My hearing worsened. I started to cry more and more, loudly. No body could hear me though, I think. I can't hear anything, not my cries, not the blood drops, not the razor, nothing. The last cut. They were gone.
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I felt hands touch my shoulder and I jumped.
"Ah!"
I turned around and saw schlatt. He looked worried and sad.
"Schlatt!?"
". ! ?"
"I- I can't hear you!"
" Schlatt? "
I kept crying and crying.
He held me. My head hurt so so much. I cut far to deep and I was having trouble breathing as it is. I felt like my body was going to give in, in this pool of blood. I need to keep fighting g's but I can't for much longer.
"I'm sorry."
" Connor? NO NO NO DON'T T YOU FUVKING GIVE UP. "
He couldn't hear me. Hee cut to deep. Why the fuck would he do that? Why why why?! He knew he wouldn't live much longer if he did considering how much he gone through. I started to cry. Why am I crying? I don't cry! I could tell he was giving up. I brought his body down on the floor.
"I'm sorry, schlatt. I love you bud."
" Why.. ? Why would you do this? I- I love you to, Connor. "
He couldn't hear me.
"Just close your eyes."
"You dumb fucking hedgehog.."
" I love you"
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Author thought it would be funny if he died, not funny, but you get the point. lol what a fucking loser dying because he cut off them ears
