Chuckle Sandwich oneshots🧡

The Mirror's A Liar

Promt request from hella_strange_human and Pesky_Bird1230
(I kinda mixed them:)

TW: Self harm, body dysmorphia, depression, crying, medication mentioned(?)

-Angst to Fluff-

-Charlie's POV-

   I was standing in front of the mirror again. Not how Schlatt and Ted do, checking their appearances or hair before leaving the house or after they wake up. The way they were trying to help me through...but they weren't here right now and I couldn't stop...staring. I had taken my medication today. I had been to therapy this week. I was even four months clean of self harm. I should be ok..but I wasn't.

  Ted had locked away the razors, so that I wouldn't relapse. I felt tears well in my eyes as I stared at my reflection, I hated everything about it. My smile lines. The way my forehead wrinkled everytime I displayed any emotion. The bags under my eyes. The way my eyes squinted when I smiled. My flat hair. My small, petite, skinny body. Every detail, every crease in my skin, every single thing was horrible and I couldn't escape it even if I tried to.

  I leaned on the counter, my hand landing on the handle of a hairbrush. I tightened my fingers around it and before thinking, I threw it. Hard. The mirror cracked and shattered in front of me. My eyes focused on a piece of glass that sat precariously on the edge of the counter. I grabbed it feeling it slice my palm and fingers. Blood dripped from my hand and arm as I cut over old scars and made new ones.

  I had no control over myself. My body was acting on it's own. It was like I was watching a horrible, un-pauseable movie where I was the main character, not being able to stop. Tears flowed down my cheeks as I cut. It wasn't out of pain though, it was because I knew Ted and Schlatt would hate me when they found out. They'll break up with me. They'd finally give up on trying to help me. I felt dizzy and lightheaded...I dropped the glass hearing the front door open. Ted's voice echoed throughout the house, letting me know they were home.

  I felt a panic attack coming on. My vision blurred and started getting more cloudy. I couldn't breathe. I shut my eyes as I heard footsteps coming closer to the door. I heard Ted say my name again, this time he sounded confused. He voice sounded muffled yet...it felt like he was yelling right in my ear. I collapsed onto the floor and everything went black.

-Ted's POV-

  I had just pasted the bathroom when I heard a thud come from behind the door. Every horrible possibility flashed in my mind as I reached for the handle...'please don't be Charlie please don't be Charlie...' I held my breath as I opened the door slowly. The scene in front of me made me let a muffled gasp-like cry from behind my hand, which I had slapped across my mouth moments before.

  I saw my cracked reflection in the shattered mirror on the wall, glass littering the counter and the floor. The floor.....'oh god no please...' my eyes were now glued to the floor as I stumbled backwards, sinking to the ground. Charlie...my sweet baby boy...laid in small pool of his own blood on the tile. I screamed. My hands were shaking as I pulled him towards me, lightly gripping his face, his shirt, anything I could hold onto. I kept screaming, tears pouring from my eyes. His small, limp body felt cold in my arms.

  My throat felt torn, scratchy but I kept screaming and crying. I couldn't stop. Schlatt had joined me on the ground fumbling with his phone calling 911. My screams turned into muffled crys as I dug my face into Charlie's chest, soaking his shirt with my tears to accompany his blood. 

  Soon we heard someone come through our door rather harshly. I heard the paramedics rush down the hallway and soon felt Charlie being pulled from my grip. I started yelling again, screaming things like 'no' and 'don't take him', but Schlatt pulled me back and held onto me, not letting me go. I struggled at first but then just sat and cried in his arms as they took Charlie away in the ambulance.

-Time Skip-

-Charlie's POV-

  My head was pounding. I opened my eyes to see I wasn't at home. I looked around in confusion sitting up a little. I then realized I was in a hospital. I looked to my left and saw Ted sitting in a chair on his phone. "Ted..?" I croaked out. It felt like I hadn't talked weeks. How long had I been here? Ted's head shot up hearing my voice and he rushed over to me, engulfing me in a hug.

  I hugged him back then pulled back a little, studying his face. His eyes were red and slightly bloodshot. He had bags under his eyes. His hair was a mess and his lips were chapped and it looked as if his had been picking and chewing on them. The more I looked at him, the guiltier I felt. "I relapsed didn't I...?" I said breaking the silence. He looked at me in slight confusion. "You don't remember?" He put his hand on top of one of mine.

  "Not everything but some of it. I remember breaking the mirror and I remember passing out." I motioned towards my bandaged arm. "I know I did this, I just don't remember doing it or why I did it. I'm sorry..." "Hey, hey don't be sorry." He interrupted. "Things like this happen and we'll work through it, ok?" I nodded smiling. Just then I saw Schlatt walk through the door with coffee and a small brown paper bag of some sort of food. He set them down and rushed over to me swallowing me in my second hug of the day.

  Ted joined in and we stayed in this position for what felt like forever. Eventually they were laying next to me, cuddling me on the hospital bed. Ted would mutter apologies every once in a while and I assured him it would be ok and that I was ok. Eventually I fell asleep, the warmth of the two men next to me making it one thousand times easier.