ONESHOTS // MCYT / DSMP

Alien

| TW//CW - manipulation, injuries, self-harm, panic attack, neglect, mentions of death, abuse (?) |

[Published: January 28th, 2022]
[Edited: Better explanations at certain parts]

This is the longest one-shot I've written so far (including all the drafts) lol- Goldenduo pog (Platonic, you weird fucks)

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I'm fine, I always have been. I don't have trauma, I don't have depression, I don't need help and never will, and I'm stable. I don't need anyone and I'm self-sufficient, nothing that bad has happened to me, and I'm fine. I never had anyone for me before, so why would I need someone now? Answer; I won't.

Quackity had just blown up the only reason I was known. I'm fine though, I was never known my whole life except for Bedwars. It definitely didn't hurt to watch my home get exploded. Why should I get upset over something like that? It's totally not like it was the only way to get back to my planet...

"Now, Purpled, you either join Las Nevadas where you can be rich to your heart's content and will be known and have a legacy, or you stay here with nothing left and nobody to help you since your house is gone and everyone forgot you exist." The scarred man offered, snapping me out of my thoughts. "So, which is it?"

I thought about it, I'm independent and I've never needed anybody, I know he is and will try to manipulate me if I go with him. "I'm not going anywhere with you," I hissed.

He put his arm on my shoulder, "Listen, Purpled-" I accidentally flinched violently and my instincts kicked in. I pulled out the sword I had and sliced his arm. I calm down and look at what I did, Quackity had a long, deep gash across his forearm.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" He pushed his hand against the fresh wound, trying to stop the bleeding I assume. He screamed so loud, people pretty far away could hear, and that's exactly what happened.

"Don't touch me." Several pairs of unsynchronized footsteps come into my hearing. Once they get close enough, they stopped moving.

"What happened?" A familiar voice spoke, Sam.

"He fucking cut me!" Quackity yelled.

"Why did you injure him, Purpled?" He asked me.

I yelled back, "He destroyed my UFO! And I didn't mean to hurt him,"

"You didn't mean to? How did you 'accidentally' cut him that bad with the sword that's still in your hand? And over a ship, seriously, Purpled?"

"What do you mean 'and over a ship'? He exploded my fucking house!" I point to it.

"But that doesn't justify hurting him," He tries to reason.

"I didn't mean to, it was a fight or flight response," I explained.

"What do you mean?"

"Quackity touched me! If he minded some fucking personal space, he wouldn't have gotten hurt!" I reason.

"Are you serious? You hurt him that bad over something like that?" He questioned, the audacity of this mother fucker.

"Sam, are you kidding me?" Another voice spoke, Puffy. I turn towards where I heard her and see that Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo, and Punz are also there with her. She walks closer to me, "Can you tell me what happened?"

"He blew up my UFO, asked me to join Las Nevadas, then decided to put his hand on my shoulder when I declined his offer. I reacted without thought and hurt him, I didn't mean to though." I answered, staring at the ground.

"Okay, thank you, Purpled." She turned towards Quackity, "Quackity, why did you destroy his UFO?"

"I mean-" He began, but Sam cut him off.