DSMP oneshots [angst/fluff]

Tears i thought dissapeared

[Anger/angst]

Foolish

His walk turned from walking to running, running away from everything. He had to get away from the memories, the memories haunting him.. He had to get away from them.! Away from Badboyhalo, away from the red banquet & the scars he gained. Physical scars, those scars were not as heavy as the mental scars he's carrying with him. Running through the forest, he started sobbing. He never expected to cry like this again after limbo. He had thought all his tears fell & disappeared in limbo, where nobody could find them. But here he is again, crying & running as if he had died again. The loud sobs were hearable from a far distance, but nobody was found..

He had to get these horrible feelings and emotions out of his body. He stopped in front of a tree, sobbing, his eyes filled with a blur of tears and his heart pounding. Biting his lip, he hit the tree with his fist. Looking at this knuckles, this caused some wounds. The screaming rage was still in him, he hit the tree again, harder this time. Again, again and again. The anger, fear & sadness still hadn't left him, why won't it just go away.?!

Hitting the tree with just his fist won't seem to help a single bit with his emotions. The snow burned his bleeding wounds on his hands, but he didn't bother to stop. The emotions had to get away.!! Please.! Please, they have to.. Through the blur of tears and sobbing, he shoved his shoulder into the tree frustrated. This worked.. he continued shoving his side into the tree while holding his hand close with him, causing blood to drip on his shirt. After a bit he could feel his shoulder was bleeding too, his shirt was ripping apart. But yet, the emotions hadn't left at all.. He thought back at the red banquet. The banquet wasn't even the worst, the building up fear & feelings were annoying yeah, but limbo was worse. It was a real life nightmare. Litterally. A nightmare he was stuck in for 60 years..

He bet Badboyhalo hadn't been in limbo right? He had absolutely no damn idea how much he made him suffer. He had no darn idea.. Can you imagine? What sitting in a black box with a clock & calandar for 60 years can do to you? You'll start hallucinating. You're gonna yet lost in your thoughts, heavily. You go numb. You'll start crying over the tiniest little things until you have no tears left. You're gonna drive yourself crazy until you're screaming. Screaming, just to feel anything. To see anything. Anything that was reality.

The hitting didn't help no more, turning around he dropped on his knees in the ice cold snow. He was crying his eyes out, sobbing. The memories were tearing him apart, his emotions ripping apart his chest. His sobs were still hearable out loud, it gave him a headache. Carefully, side & hands covered in blood, he stood up. He needed anybody.. somebody to go to..