Inanimate Insanity/bfb oneshots! (old)

Slice :) (Eraser and Blocky)

Eraser stood up over his desk, holding a pen in his trembling hand. He didn't even begin to know what to write. Should he state the reasons why he did it? Or should he say sorry to his friends? The people he hurt? Tears dripped down from his eyes and onto the paper. Fuck, he can't even think properly. Eraser took a deep breath. Maybe if he let his frustrations out on himself, he'd be able to collect his thoughts for fucking once. Eraser dug in his drawers for a moment until he found his box of blades before snatching one and going rabid on his thighs. He deserved this. He deserved this. More and more droplets of tears came until they turned into sobs.

Deeper and deeper, he cut. Cuts turned into slashes. Eraser choked out incoherent words as blood dripped down onto his carpet.

"Haha, I'm such a fucking asshole. Everything would be okay again if I fucking disappeared and died like the useless piece of shit I am. I'm so pathetic. That's why Pen fucking dumped me after FIVE YEARS. I'm so pathetic and such a fucking idiot I-"

Eraser heard the creak of the door and completely froze. His heart pounded hard against his ribcage as a face appeared in his doorway.

"B-Blocky??? Wh-What are you doing here???" Blocky stared at his friend in shock, seeing slashes and blood all over Eraser's legs. "H-HOLY SHIT," Blocky ran over to him and pulled him into his arms. Fries rushed in after hearing yelling and immediately pulled out his phone, calling someone?

Eraser became lightheaded, groaning as he felt buckets of warm blood spilling from his legs.

He went too deep. Eraser wanted this, though, right? There was panicked yelling coming from his friends. Eraser didn't want this. He didn't want his friends to blame themselves for his stupid decisions. God. He was so STUPID. Tears stung his eyes as he bit his lip.

"I-I'm s-sorry. I-I'm sorry-" "No, no, don't be sorry, we just need to get you help," Blocky interrupted as he took a first-aid from Fries' hands, taking out bandages and wrapping them around the wounds. Blocky had to hold in a fucking gag. He could see the pouches of fat under his friends' skin. He felt so fucking terrible. Blocky could've prevented this. He should have comforted him and been there for him-

No, stop it. Can't do shit about it now. Blocky interrupted his train of thought. All that mattered right now was Eraser's safety.

Blocky took a deep breath in once he finished patching Eraser up, who was shaking and crying. Other than a few sniffles and hiccups, Eraser was pretty quiet. How the hell does this not hurt?

Eraser heard sirens in the distance becoming louder as the ambulances came closer. Fuck. Everything went blurry, his hearing became distorted, and he could barely comprehend his surroundings.

"I-I'm- B-Blocky, fuck, I-I'm sorry."

Blocky looked down at him with a terrified expression on his face. Eraser was going pale and was shaking like a leaf caught in the fall winds. Blocky couldn't stand to see one of his closest friends like this. Tears fogged his vision. Blocky bit his lip, wiping at his eyes, trying not to break down. He had to be strong right now. Medics burst through the door and seized Eraser from Blocky, stitching up his wounds and getting him into the ambulance. Blocky immediately went to his car and drove as fast as possible to the hospital. Once Blocky got there, he had to check in as a visitor and wait a few hours before he could see his friend.

Blocky tapped his foot nervously, awaiting news from the doctors. Eraser just got done with surgery half an hour ago and was now resting in his hospital bed. An object came out into the hallway, gesturing for Blocky to get in the room. The walls were white, and the sun was just now rising. Damn, he was awake that long? Blocky looked over at Eraser.

God.

The pink-haired boy was drowning under a sea of wires. A blood vial stays by his side, giving him back the portions of blood he had lost earlier. His chest peacefully rose and fell, eyes closed. Asleep.

He was okay.

Blocky bit his lip as tears dwelled in his eyes. He was able to save him. Fuck. God. Blocky walked over to Eraser and gently held his hand, running his rough fingers across his palm. He was alive. Thank fuck.

Eraser mumbled quietly, stirring from his sleep. He was waking up.

Eraser lazily opened his eyes, staring at Blocky.

"Whhat?"

Blocky explained everything that happened and why Eraser was in the hospital. Eraser sat there with a guilt-ridden expression on his face.

"I-" Blocky put his hand over the other's mouth. "Nope. No sorry needed. It's not your fault. Please."

Eraser stared at his friend with shock. His eyes began to tear up, and he wiped at them, trying not to break down sobbing. Blocky opened his arms, gesturing for Eraser to come in and hug. Eraser crumbled, falling into Blocky's arms and letting him hold him as he sobbed his heart out, clenching onto his jacket.

"I-I'm- Th-" Eraser couldn't even speak through his chokes and hiccups. His chest ached, and his eyes were burning. How could've he been so fucking stupid? The tears kept coming as Blocky rubbed Eraser's back, whispering words of assurance and comfort into his ear.

"It'll be okay. I know things aren't good today, but they could be tomorrow. Please, let it all out. It's all going to be alright. I promise."