Grumbo One-Shots

× 3:32 A.M. ×

TW: Self harm, body shaming, suicide attempts, suicide, permanent death, gore? weird drugs? And LGBTQ, You can leave rn homophobic ppl!
Genre: Angst
Setting: Hermitcraft Season 7
Notes:
"Grian talking"
"Mumbo talking"
"SCREAMING"
'Thoughts'
"Flashbacks, Etc."
Inner Voices
Name: "Another Person talking"

•Start•

Grian's POV

"Grian have you gain weight?"

...

"You need to lay low on carrots Grian!"

"Follow me, we're going to have a jog!"

...

"Why are you so fat?"

I was fat..

You changed your mind...

Now, you complain about me being..

"Grian! Eat more your loosing weight!"

"Better have a large appetite!"

"I think you need vitamins.."

What do you want?

Make up your mind!

I'm tired! All these things you demand.

Makes me confused.

"Makes me want to die."

Stop it!"

"STOP IT!"

"STOP IT!"

Zooming back to reality, I could now see my run downed face crying yet again, 'Im tired of crying, tired of hiding, tired of living'. I cry and cry whenever the moon shines and hide the darkness from the light, making my smile brighter than the sunshines, 'I don't want to put on the mask again.'.

11:24 P.M. Light sobs are heard from my medieval mansion, making it echo on my ears, making it sound louder than my scream. "Wanting to hold my knife more than my fears".

"Darling I always go back to you~"

A knife sitting on the kitchen counter, now held by my skinny hands, pulling up my red sleeves, drawing red lines from my skin, slits and slit were added to my sins, these red lines suddenly become rich in red blood that I own, making it drop droplets of blood across the gray floor.

"It's not enough."

"It's not enough."

"ITS NOT ENOUGH."

"ITS NOT ENOUGH."

Slitting more red lines, crying in pain with a smile, clenching my hair with my hands, dropping the blood-red knife on the floor, I kneel down and saw my horror of a face from the reflection of the red knife.

"The man in the reflection is hideous."

"I won't hesitate a word."

"I am hideous."