(You're male in this because why not and not a single person here has requested a male reader. Takes place in week 2.)
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(Requested by Polancosolis)
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(Warnings: Self-harm, disturbing themes, and some edgy shit.)
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Y/N's POV:
Each second that went by, it seemed like the clock's tick's and tock's gotten louder. I looked at the bloody paper and the razor in my hand. I giggle a bit as I run the razor through my fingers, trying to dig the razor as deep as I could. "He isn't afraid of me, right?" I ask myself, rubbing some blood on my finger and writing his name onto the paper.
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As I write my blood onto the papers, I stop immediately at the very sound of breathing. I quickly turn around to see Pump staring at me with wide eyes. "Y-Y/N...?" Pump's breath becomes shaky as he examines my hands. "Yes, friend?" I smile at him, the newly-made cuts burning with each second passing by. "...J-Just... please.. s-stop hurting yourself.." His eyes become watery.
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I glare at him and take my hands away from his. "How else am I supposed to draw?" Pump stares at me in shock. "W-Well... uh.." He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a green highlighter. I take the highlighter and stare at it. "And what's wrong with using this?" I hold my hand up, the fingers being covered in small but deep cuts.
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"THERE'S A LOT OF T-THINGS WRONG WITH I-IT!!" He grabs my hands again, but only refusing to let go of them. "Eh?" I look at him, tears streaming down his mask. "Look, Y-Y/N..." I hum in confusion. "If Skid sees these, do you even k-know what he's g-gonna do?" I stare at him before yanking my hands away. "What?" Pump looks at me.
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"...There's a chance... he'll only make this... w-worse.." He grabs one hand and points at my cuts. I stare at my hand in silence. Pump sighs and reaches into his pocket again, pulling out some bandaids. "H-Here..." Pump slowly but shakily reaches out for my hand. I look at it and give my other hand to him. He takes off the other part of the bandaid and puts them across my fingers.
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After a small while, my fingers now have bandaids covering them, while an extra set of gloves Pump has covered them. "Uh... thanks?" I look at him confused. "I-If you don't mind me a-asking, Y/N..." I continue to look at Pump. "W-Why are you hurting yourself?" I stare at him in silence before looking back at my hands. "...You ran away from me, so I have done this just to get you back."
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He stares at me in silence before backing up away from me. "Well, y-you could've just a-asked me to come back." I glare at him. "And what? Let Skid stab me to death?" His eyes tear up again. "Face it, friend: Skid's sanity is long gone, and it won't be long before mine is stol-" Before I could finish, he hugs me tightly. "I won't let that happen..."
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"I couldn't s-save Skid, a-and I don't wanna l-lose you as well..." Pump's voice shakes with each word. There was something that made me feel... weird, but also bad about this. Not knowing what to do, I hug him back.
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"Fine, I'll stop hurting myself, but I'm gonna need new supplies to draw with, friend."
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(It takes longer to work on something when there's no plot given-)
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(Sorry if it's lazy-)
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Our Spooky Month (?)
Fanfiction...My writing In this 'book' is painfully old. --- Started: March 15, 2021. Ended: September 8, 2022. (?) ~♡~ Update; may or may not tamper with it a bit.
