DREAM SMP ONESHOTS

There Wasnt A Reason

Category: Ranboo Angst

CW: implied Sh, curse words, a bit of gore?

3rd persons POV

Ranboo lay there on his bed, creating unnecessary and unwanted scenarios in his head.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

A sudden thought appeared in his head, he stared at the imaginary girl in his head, covering every single scar on her arm with makeup and shoving it in more layers of a long-sleeved top during the summer. It brought a quick thought of his own scars.

His own self harm he's done months ago.

His cornea wide and his vision got blurry. He had the sudden desprate feeling of creating more. He looked back at the day he relapsed and thought that it wasnt enough.

There was too much space on his arms.

He clenched his pillow as he starts chanting to not do it.

That he promised himself to never do it again.

He held back last time and the attack was stronger before.

The only difference was that he was on vacation at that time and had nothing to use. Now that he's home, alone in his thoughts, wanting to harm himself again for no particular fucking reason.

Ranboo wasn't even going through anything but the want to feel the sting and watch the skin ripping apart showing immediate beads of blood by his own fingers holding the blade tightly as it slides through his skin.

The man felt numb. Empy even, if you say so.

His legs curling closer to his chest as he inhales and exhales through his nose.

He wants to do it so bad but he didn't want to at the same time.

He let out a shaky breath and started scrolling through social media to distract him.

But in Instagram, his search was all post of pages that makes content about mental issues, in Twitter was filled with hate, and in tiktok was rant and sad relatable videos.

There was no escape.

He took his blade and stared at it.

For what reason must you do this?, a voice echoed in his head.

There wasnt a reason at all.