Oneeeshotsss (mostly Dailtown brainrot)

Randy fucking dies {Randy Angst}

BIG TW!! Suicide, Body horror and general angsty stuff!
     Randy groaned, waking up in his dumpster. His stupid dumpster. His back hurt, so did his arms and legs. Randy stayed laying there, staring at the rusting ceiling. Maybe, if he sat there and waited he'd rot away, his skin melting into all the trash, guts spreading out and blood pooling around him. Maybe he would feed a few rats. How fun would that be. Randy started picking at the bandages littering his hands, remembering how much he fucking hates his life. Tears started to brim his eyes as the familiar rusty ceiling started spinning and warping. He felt dread twist and knot in his stomach. It took him over. It traveled up, into his throat.  It spread to his arms and down his legs. All he felt was pain and dread: dull, impending doom stewing in his sad, pitiful guts.

     He sat, arms by his side crying. He didn't notice until he felt a wetness on his neck. He started softly laughing. Crying in a dumpster by himself? Was there anything more sad? Randy sat up and hugged himself, pulling his knees close to himself. Noone was there to hold him. To comfort him. No one even refers to him anymore, he had the worth of a speck of dust. A piece of filth and inconvenience. He was an inconvenience to everyone, himself, anyone who came across him, everyone. He was a filthy bum, That's all. He sighed and rubbed his cheeks, smearing the tears away and clambered out of his dumpster, and started to walking to his dreadful job, head down. 

     Randy could practically feel the grey cloud above him. All he wants is to make people happy. To help. But instead he walks around and stinks everything up. Randy gulped, biting the inside of his lip, hard to stop himself from crying again. People looked at him with disgust as he walked by. He pretended not to notice, but he could feel every gaze burning into him, seeing all his insecurities, his flaws. He groaned and flipped up his hood, nearing the park he so hated. So dull, all of it so, so dull.

    Step, Step, Step. He stared at his feet as the dragged him along, never looking slightly up. He felt so close to just breaking, to shattering into small, sharp pieces on the concrete. But he knew that the cruel god wouldn't let him give up that easily, yet. Because of course he can't. Hes Randy, he just has to deal with his sad, pitiful life. He was crying again, sniffling and wiping his cheeks, frustratedly. He got the gates of the park, and sighed before walking in, and walking around, looking for swans to get beaten up by. So fucking sad. 

    Randy found a secluded spot, looking over the gross, grey lake, surrounded by syringes. litter and sorrow. He sat down on the wet, broken bench and held his pounding head in his bandaged, rough hands. He thought about the situation he was in, Sitting on a park bench, alone, homeless, and on the verge of tears. The clouds in the sky thickened as his mood decreased. He felt a soft drop of rain land on him, he looked up as the sky rained down, thousand of raindrops landing on everything, making ripples in the water. Randy looked back down, back out to the lake. He took a deep breath and leaned back in the chair, feeling softly numb.

     In the distance, Randy saw two figures run into to open spot, hand in hand, They span around, then held each other close, softly swaying to an invisible song. Randy felt his heart shatter, as he stared at the two figures, intensely. As they finished there loving dance, the taller one dipped there partner, then kissed them, close. Randy broke, and started sobbing, feeling oh so alone. his hand hesitantly went up and gripped and slightly peeled off side of the burden on his forehead, contemplating. 'do it, you got nothing to stay for, anyways.' he heard in his head. It repeated and screamed at him. He just wanted it all to stop, everything. 'Do it' The voice screamed.

     So he did.

(GOD DAM- SORRY- i wrote this on impulse- But please, if you ever have suicidal thoughts, or feel suicidal, tell someone trusted and get professional help. Everyone deserves to get better.)