Angst plus backstory about Gingershy
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"HELP ME!" A cry wailed from my direction. I turned quickly to see someone hug attack me, clutching onto my waist. At first I was angry but I discovered bad markings on him, bloody jam scars.
"Are you okay?!" I asked very demandingly.
"H-He's gonna hurt m-m-me m—more!" He wailed again, muffled by the scarf draping around his mouth, he had a backpack on him. I looked at him confused before I saw a tall figure coming towards us with a wine bottle.
"Stay behind me." I told him, he moved behind me as I got my large, half bitten lollipop out.
"YOU GET BACK HERE YA PIECE OF SHIT!" He yelled as the one in despair whimpered behind me.
That must be his father.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of it." I ran straight toward him and hit him in the head with the lollipop.
He watched.
Afraid.
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He thanked me over and over again, clutching onto my arm which made me feel a bit weird as I haven't been touched a lot.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He whispered shakily, I only nodded. No one ever has been THAT clingy for what I've seen.
"We're going to heal you, is anything else hurting except waist?" I pondered, he shook his head no.
"J—Just my waist...t-thank you...I hope this isn't a dream..." He whimpered again, clutching onto me more tighter.
"Hey, never got your name bud." I turned to him again, he cleared his throat before speaking again.
"G-Gingershy...y—yours?" Gingershy's light blue eyes darted to my auburn eyes.
"Wild Strawberry Cookie. Call me Wild if you'd like." He nodded, glancing at the black van ahead.
"Are there others there?" Gingershy pondered softly, I nodded.
I cleared my voice as I was about to yell.
"OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!" I yelled at the van, soon, Toothpaste Cookie opened the door and looked at me confused.
"You got bitches?" He joked.
"NO! Now move." I pushed him out of the way, bringing Gingershy inside who anxiously sat down, ignoring the countless staring from my team.
"Who's that?" Twizzly Gummy Cookie asked, I sighed.
"Gingershy, uh, Half, any bandages?" I queried, she nodded silently and threw some to me.
"Abused?"
"Yeah." I replied, wrapping the bandage around his large cut on the waist.
"Is he okay? He seems pretty hurt." Toothpaste nudged another question my way.
"Look, ask him unless he's uncomfortable sharing." I sighed, finally finishing and tying it together.
They asked a few questions for Gingershy, most he seemed comfortable to answer, some not.
"I don't know...uhm, h-he just went crazy..."
"I hate those kind of parents." Twizzly spat, making Shy jump a bit. "They are really dumb not to know what REALLY matters. But hey, we've been there."
"Oh...really? I'm sorry..." He said, surprising everyone.
"Sorry?" Toothpaste queried. "You don't...have to apologize you know."
"No, let him." I suddenly said, making everyone look at me. "It's...nice."
The ride home was quiet from there.
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"I wanna be alone. Please..." Shy whispered to me, I nodded, leaving while I stood by my room door.
Toothpaste walked up to me.
"Is he okay?" He asked, I shrugged.
"Well, could you come with us? Half needs to talk to you."
"Half?" I murmured to him, pretty surprising actually that she wants to talk with me.
"It's something about Gingershy's issues. It's a heads up." Toothpaste and I made our way to the kitchen, Twizzly and Peeled Carrot were having at it at Mario Kart, Toothpaste went on to join them.
"So...what? What is it?" I glanced up at her, Half Avocado Cookie hasn't been a social or funny person, besides that, she hates jokes and will mace someone down if they try to do so.
"About Shy, I want you to take care of him. Since right now I believe he's going through memories." Half said, it was so weird hearing her voice, it never happened often.
"But...why? I've never even...cared for someone different from this group."
"You saved him, he trusts you." She looked around the room, probably for Gingershy, but he wasn't there.
"He's in your room?" Half Avocado asked.
"Uh yeah though...he wanted to be alone." I said, looking away from her. I realized that he could be wanting company.
"Here, c'mon." She grabbed me by the scruff of my sweater and carried me to the entrance of my room. To be honest, I hate when she does that. It makes me feel smaller than my actual height.
We stood by the door until we heard soft whimpering on the other side.
"See?" She said softly. "Poor kid is suffering."
"Oh." I murmured, I really wasn't sure what to think of this, I feel bad, yeah, but I'm not sure what to do about it.
"Go in there and comfort him. He seems to trust you so make him trust you more." Half Avocado Cookie quietly opened the door and pushed me into the room, I stumbled but gained my balance again.
I stood there, gazing at him.
Poor guy was hugging himself, sadly. Crying, and had bad trauma...but...what do I do to make him at least a bit cheerful?
I heard Half snap her fingers, I turned and she signaled me to hug him.
HUG him?!
They don't even know I'm touch-starved, I should've warned her before.
"Hey, uh, Gingershy?" I pondered his name softly, surprising me. He turned, startled, and nodded slowly.
"You okay?"
"N—No." He mumbled, hugging himself tighter.
"What happened?" I asked, sitting next to him on my bed.
"W-Well...it's kinda st-stupid if you think about it." Shy whispered, I shook my head.
"Look the most stupidest reason you can cry for is because you lost a game of Mario Kart."
He giggled softly, and I felt my heart skip a beat.
"Well...I m-miss the family I used to have." He started to cry again. "I-It's not fair! My dad couldn't handle the grief of my mom's death and now he's turned the blame on me! W-What if I wasn't supposed to be alive...maybe-"
"Stop." I grabbed his hand, he lightly gasped but didn't say anything. I felt a shiver from my arm to my spine, it wasn't normal I had this reaction to another cookie's touch.
"Don't...say that about yourself. Look, we've all been there but...your dad was messed up."
"I know..." He mumbled.
We took in the silence that came at us. I sighed.
Shy looked at me, with hopeful eyes.
"C-Can I...h-hug you?"
I've always been afraid of hugs.
"Sure."
But I accepted anyway.
He wrapped his arms around me, I shuddered but hugged him back.
"T-Thank you."
Why did that line make me feel...nice?
Why did his touch...feel nice?
I can't love him because of his touch...could I?
"It's no problem Shy."
Or maybe I just did.
