Inanimate Insanity/bfb oneshots! (old)

Morphine Sucks Man (Snowball and Eraser)

Snowball clenched his stomach, tearing up. Fuck. This shit hurts. Everything hurts. His muscles ached from head to toe. He could feel his skull throbbing, and worst of all, his stomach. God, his stomach hurt so damn bad. He bit back a sob, trying to make as little noise as possible. He didn't want to be caught like this. He was so, so weak. Snowball couldn't stop the tears from streaming down his cheeks. Pain coursed through his body as silent crying became frantic sobbing.

Bubble cracked the door open just a tiny bit, asking in a tiny voice if he was alright.

"Y- Yeah, fuck, uh, can you grab my Subutex??" Bubble nodded, walking off to the kitchen. After a minute, she returned with a pill bottle and shakily poured one small, white pill onto her palm. Snowball took it and immediately swallowed it, not bothering to chase it down. "Thank you." Bubble looked at him, pity in her eyes, muttering a "You're welcome," before walking away, softly closing the door behind her.

He hated that. He hated when people felt sorry for him. It made Snowball wanna shrink into a corner and cry. He felt weak. Weak for doing morphine, weak for using anything and everything to avoid taking his emotions head-on, weak for sitting in bed because he was in too much pain to do anything.

"Weak."

The word felt like poison on his tongue. Snowball choked on his now-quiet sobs, gripping his hair.

"F- fuck, fuck fuck. FUCK." Snowball pulled at his hair, some of it coming out. Tiny drops of blood fell onto the sheets, staining them. Those were new, shit.

He needed someone. Anyone. Fuck, he was gonna relapse. He needs someone to listen to him and comfort him. Snowball grabbed his phone, clicking the most recent contact.

Dial tone

Dial tone

Dial tone

"... Hello?" Eraser's voice rang through Snowball's ears. He wanted to say something, but every time Snowball tried to speak, his voice became high-pitched and wobbly. He gulped. "Uh- uhm, can you c-c," Fuck, he was about to break down. "-Come ov- over. Please." Snowball could feel the shock through the phone. God, he felt so embarrassed. "Y- Yeah, I'll come over." Snowball ended the call, burying his face in his hands.

He wanted to scream so bad.

Soon after, Eraser came knocking on the window. It was late and Snowball didn't want to go all the way downstairs and unlock the door for him. Snowball got up and opened the window, letting his friend in, who instantly hugged him.

Eraser separated from the hug, looking into Snowball's eyes. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" "I- I didn't wanna be alone." Eraser smiled. "Oh, ok, yeah. I'll spend time with you."

They spent the rest of the night chatting, mainly. Either that or just laying on top of each other, enjoying the other's company in silence.

They both fell asleep around 5 in the morning and woke up at around 1 in the afternoon.

It was a good night.