Purpled Oneshots

Dancing with your ghosts...

TW: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED PLEASE LEAVE I DONT WANT TO MAKE YOU SAD/MAD
Haha tiredtwt suicide fic go brrrr
The one has a better ending cause I feel the other one had the quickest ending ever

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Purpled sat on his rock hard bed, looking through his photo book of his friends while crying. All of his friends had committed suicide... He should've been a better friend, maybe make them stay for another year or two. People barely ever noticed him at school anymore, and he always wore a blindfold to cover his eyes A̶s̶t̶e̶l̶i̶c̶ ̶a̶l̶w̶a̶y̶s̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶d̶ ̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶e̶y̶e̶s̶.̶.̶.̶n̶o̶w̶ ̶s̶h̶e̶'̶s̶ ̶g̶o̶n̶e̶. Nobody bothered to talk to him, and if they did he would ignore them. The only person he talked to was himself, and the flower shop owner.

Every night he would sit in his bed and look through the memories of the people he doesn't have anymore, maybe if he did anything more to help them... Help them run away, stop venting about his home life and instead only comfort them. They would always dance to comfort themselves, and while Purpled and 80 were trash at it, they did it anyways, just to comfort eachother...he can't do that anymore...he can't dance with them anymore.

Of course, he danced every night too, maybe imagine he was dancing with their ghosts. He hoped they were watching him dance, seeing how he improved, they might be proud of him for once. Finally doing something instead of being useless in the group, that's all he was, they might have said otherwise, but that's what he thought.

He finally put the book down and stood up, the old bed creaking from the movement. He grabbed the record for their song and started to play it, he let his body take control as he danced to the music, imagining Walli was infront of him and showing him how to do it the first time, Hannah laughing while 80 failed to do the first movements. Astelic and Sammy doing amazing and being the showoffs they were.

Once the song was over he had a small smile on his face, and he walked over to the bathroom. He washed his face as his mind scrolled through memories of his friends, his eyebags darker than ever. G̶u̶e̶s̶s̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶w̶h̶y̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶y̶ ̶w̶e̶r̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶T̶i̶r̶e̶d̶ ̶g̶r̶o̶u̶p̶ ̶h̶u̶h̶?̶ He looked back at the record as he entered the room, and played the song again. Deciding to dance until morning.

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In the morning his limbs weren't numb or tired, presumably from doing it so much. He walked into the bathroom and brushed his teeth, he grabbed his blindfold and tied it overtop his eyes, he could still see through it, t̶h̶a̶n̶k̶s̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶H̶a̶n̶n̶a̶h̶. He let his legs lead him into the kitchen, and he grabbed a apple, trying to be as healthy as possible despite his skinny figure.

He threw on a sweatshirt and quietly shut the door, so he wouldn't wake his parents. H̶e̶ ̶d̶i̶d̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶b̶e̶a̶t̶e̶n̶ ̶a̶g̶a̶i̶n̶. Then started his walk to the school, not bothering to look both ways N̶o̶b̶o̶d̶y̶ ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶c̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶i̶f̶ ̶h̶e̶ ̶d̶i̶e̶d̶,̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶w̶h̶y̶ ̶t̶r̶y̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶l̶i̶v̶e̶?̶

He pushed open the doors of the school and ducked into the crowd, trying to get to his locker without someone coming up to him. "Apparently we have new students! Three boys, two are British and one is American." A voice from the left called out, as long as they didn't talk to him he would be happy. T̶e̶c̶h̶n̶i̶c̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶h̶e̶ ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶h̶a̶p̶p̶y̶,̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶a̶f̶t̶e̶r̶ ̶l̶o̶s̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶s̶.