Tiny Creepypastas x depressed/suicidal/abused/kinda insane reader

what now?

I woke up in the tub. The water was now cold and somewhat bloody. I slowly got up and out being carful not to slip. I drained the water and did my routine which was bandages and clothing. I don't bother drying my hair anymore. I left the bathroom and headed out to the kitchen. The pastas all perked up when they saw me. I completely forgot about them.. "FINALLY" Jeff said waking up. "You miss me?" I said with a little sass. They all nodded and I smirked a bit. These fuckers. So tiny and addicted but all serial killers. How strange. I walked around and surprisingly nothing else was broken. I went to the fridge and got a piece of bread, slowly eating it. "You *tic* don't ea-*tic*-t much" Toby said watching me. "I'm a stick, I don't exactly have the stomach to eat a lot". Another lie. Truth is, I don't like to eat a lot. Makes me feel fat and then that thought leads to other unnecessary thoughts. "I'm starting to think you might need meds.." Hoodie said. "Oh trust me I have for years, I need a mental hospital at this point but it's just too much for me to do with my life" I said with a fake smile. Toby didn't seem to like that. The other pastas didn't care much. Don't blame them, they are killers after all. I picked up Toby and tickled him a bit. He giggled and twitched. "Don't worry about me bud, remember I'm just giving you a place to stay for the mean time. I'm not your owner or anything. Everything will go back to normal and then you will leave and forget about me completely" I said. He sulked and the rest of the pastas did as well. " I *tic* don't want *tic* you to *tic* leave.. *tic* not comp*tic*letely.." he said as the rest looked down slightly." Buddy you don't want me around anyways, I'm a curse. I wouldn't make a good pasta, I've been fired from many jobs, my boss hated me so much that they put me on vacation for quite a while just so that they don't have to see me. I'm not worth it" I said putting him down. He kicked me after he was down and seemed to shed a tear." DON'T TALK ABOUT YOURSELF LIKE THAT! You are the kindest person we have met in this town! We have tried doing this to others and I was almost killed multiple times! You have helped us. The rest tried to kill" he said as the rest just sort of backed out and took a seat." Maybe I am kind, but the truth is that I'm just too tired. If I gave a shit then I would have given you the waffles and taken you outside. But I really just don't care. I have the basic needs to survive and that's all I need. Survival is not a main goal in my life, but I can't exactly die either. People hate me but they won't kill me either, I'm their toy. Now quit complaining and just shut it" I said really not caring. They all seemed hurt. I don't know how. Am I just careless now? Useless... Traffic seems to be picking up, I can go get run over.. Just lock yourself in your room like always.. I started to walk to my room when Toby started yelling." Being here was a mistake! You are just as bad as the rest of these fuckers in this town! Why can't you just pretend to be happy!? Every day you come out here and just zone out and are all depressed! Why are you such a waste!?" Toby said angerly. Hoodie and Masky were trying to calm him down but he wouldn't budge. I just sighed. Maybe I should.. Fuck my room. I looked at the rest of the pastas and then looked out at the traffic. They will be fine. Jeff and Liu gave me a look of 'don't do it'. I just shook my head and looked towards the door. I thought and thought and Toby kept yelling. Then once I timed it, I ran.