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(( (d/n) = dead name ))

"(D/N)! How many times have I told you to stop dressing like a boy?! You're a girl, not an ugly boy!" Your mother shouted at you from on the other side of your bedroom door. You were 16, and you were being screamed at for trying to figure yourself out. Your sister told you not to do it again yet there you were, cutting your arms with an old, dull kitchen knife. You let the blood dribble down onto the towel you put down. It was already dried out with your blood from a few months ago. The only thing that has been keeping you from ending it all was your sister helping you through everything. 

"Mom! Please stop! You don't know what you're doing to him!" Your sister began shouting. Your mother and sister used to do everything together before you decided to be happy. Being happy has ruined your relationship with your mother. And it ruined the confidence you had in yourself. You felt worthless, you felt like a miserable mistake.

The screams began to turn into static when you felt the urge to press the knife against your neck and pray to whoever or whatever may greet you in the afterlife. 

You slowly started to drag the knife into your neck but your sister burst in your room, grabbing and throwing the knife across the room and pulled you into a tight, comforting hug. She let you know that you're too important to her, telling you that you're too good of a person. At first, you didn't pay any attention to what she said but the more she repeated it, the more it brought you back to reality. When you finally got out of the thoughts, you began to cry, so much that you started hyperventilating. Thankfully, you had a plastic bag on the floor to help you from passing out. 

You were rudely awoken by a cold hand grabbing your face and a low voice directed at you. "I've been called a monster, a creep, but you are a disappointment. You are a disgrace to anyone who knew you," You cleared your throat, speaking from behind the large hand on your face. "Uh… Can I at least know who you are before you start throwing insults around?" The hand tightens, making you panic and try to pull the hand away to no avail. The bunny picked you up and brought you closer like you were a small feather. "Do you think you deserve to know a single thing about me? You're delusional… what you do deserve is to be shot like all the other trannies." It spat as it threw you to the cold tiled floor. 

"You done with the half-assed insults? You act like I've never been bullied or something," You deadpanned before getting up and wiping your hands on your pants. "I didn't do this for 'fun', I did it all for a reason. Being excluded from everything in school can fuck you up and make you hate yourself." You explained. The large figure seemed taken aback that you didn't react the way it wanted you to and you noticed. 

Making a silly face to mock the bunny, you spoke in a mocking tone. "Aww, what's wrong, Mr. Bunny," You stopped being too cocky and settled with more subtle sarcasm. "Baby didn't get what he wanted? Too bad." The growling turned into animalistic snarling as the angered rabbit picked you up and slammed your body into the wall, eyes burning red. 

"MY NAME IS SPRINGTRAP, YOU ABSOLUTE PRAT!" He screamed in your face, his voice glitching a bit. You wanted to scream back for comedic effect but you were in danger so you settled with cheering. "Yay! You remembered your own name! Now, can you put me down?" You could sense his growing frustration and it sent a small shiver down your spine. You huffed at the thoughts making their way into your head. 

"Okay, can you actually put me down now?" Springtrap laughed, a voice in your head screamed like a schoolgirl. You bit your tongue to hold yourself back from hollering. The larger figure holding you against the wall didn't notice you ever so slowly becoming unraveled from being tossed around and insulted. You shook your head and closed your eyes, just hoping and praying that the room is too dark to see your face flushed. 

You counted random numbers in your head, slightly ignoring Springtrap. Just barely anything was registering with you now. You're 21 and still as horny as a teen. That was one thing you were quite ashamed of, but you had to deal with it. 

Without a warning, you randomly shouted at the bunny holding you. "Can you just fuck off!" It was getting increasingly difficult to think with whatever was going on in your head. You thrashed violently until Springtrap let you go. That little voice in your head whined but you ignored it. Words began to form in your mouth and just as you were going to spew a cacophony of profanities and insults, your wristwatch played a pleasant tune to remind you it was 8 AM and it was time to take your medication and your antidepressant. 

Quickly scanning the room the best you could, you were unable to see that little bag. Realizing you had pockets, you began searching and found them in your back pocket. 'Thank fuck.' You practically ripped the bag open and popped them into your mouth, swallowing them without anything to wash them down. 

You let out a content sigh before turning around to face Springtrap. "Well it's been fun but I gotta go. Don't wait up!" You laughed weakly before bolting out of the room you were dragged into and out of the building. You heard someone shouting "Hey, kid!" but you paid absolutely no attention as you wanted to go home and have a shower. Though, you did hesitate for a moment, just for a moment. 

"Alright. To home I go… I'm getting (insert your favourite food here) tonight. I fucking deserve it." You muttered as you began to make your way back home. 

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