SML short stories

Birthday Boy

A/N: There's blood on the chapter cover!!

Third Persons POV

It was Jeffy's birthday, he had finally turned Sixteen. Just two more years till he inherits his fathers fortune.

Though of course, he didn't forget his Mother.

How could he forget about her, she was the same woman who beat, starved, and abused him.

The same woman who didn't dare to comfort her children after her other kid died.

He was was Terrified, Terrified she might break out and kidnap him until his Eighteenth Birthday.

However, he did not worry for long as he was at his destination.

A Grave.

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Jeffy leaned down and gently placed a single red rose.

He sat down criss-cross, his piercing Blue eyes looking at the name on the gravestone.

"Happy Birthday Feebee.." He said softly. Tears stung his eyes dropping onto the unevenly cut grass.

He wiped away his tears.
"I Miss you.."

He smiled a bit. "It's our birthday..!" he lit up a candle.

"Lifes been good, made some friends, I have some freedom, escaped our..mom..." He trailed off at the end.

He bit his lip trying to restrain himself from bursting into a fit of tears.

Jeffy tasted something bitter, it tasted familiar..blood. Fuck, he accidentally bit his lip too hard.

His bottom lip quivered, he couldn't stand to see the sight of blood, not after..

'..No! No! No stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! STOP! Stop thinking about it Jeffy..!'

He hugged himself.

He tried so hard to not burst into tears, he really did. But images of his sister kept appearing in his mind.

Jeffy burst into tears sobbing.

"Why..?! WHY!" He sobbed

"I Should've known...I should've given you my helmet.."

"maybe then..you would've been here..."

"Celebrating Our Birthday.."

"But you aren't!" He cried

It had been a good few minutes filled with silence and sniffles.

"I'm so sorry" He choked out.

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After a few more minutes Jeffy had stood up "well..I have to go now otherwise daddy will get mad.."

Jeffy teared up again, he gave a weak smile.

"Goodbye Feebee.."

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A/N: Hey guys How are you doing?

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