TW: IMPLIED CHILD ABU$E, PANIC ATTACKS AND IMPLIED S€LF H×RM
Collector looked at their leg, watching his blood trickle down from the 5 small slits. -is this really worth it all? I do deserve a punishment for how I acted..- he thought as they leaned on the wall behind him. "I could return home, msma and papa's way of showing me love is punishment enough..!" The small god exclaimed with a slightly forced smile on his face. Collector sighed soon after and looked back at their bleeding leg, all while completely oblivious to the 4 witches and 2 humans who had ran into the room ready to fight him.
Collector looked back at the shard of glass that lay beside them, their purple blood staining the sharp end of it. "It isn't worth it..I thought I'd be happier away from mama and papa..." he whispered, still unaware of the uninvited guests. Hunter and Luz looked at Collector, completely taken aback by the sadness in the star-child's voice. Contemplating on if they should comfort The Collector; in the end Camila chose to console the godling as she had more experience calming children as any good mother would. "Hey little one...are you alright...?" She asked softly as she walked towards Collector. The small entity looked up and curled in on themselves, his eyes locking on the human and full of nervousness. "Hey..hey..It's alright, I won't hurt you..." Camila said with a gentle smile. "LIAR..!! Y-You're lying.. everyone else did..w-what makes you so different" Collector snapped, tugging at his hair and forcing their tears to not burst front thier eyes. The small godling panicked more as Luz also approached to try comfort him; the two humans failing to console him instead making Collector's emotional state worsen.
"GET AWAY FROM ME..!!" Collector yelled, tears now streaming down their cheeks and his hands covering their face slightly. "DON'T TOUCH ME...please..." his lip quivered as their voice broke mid-sentence. Camila sighed softly as she gave Collector a sympathetic look. Everyone witnessing this saw how scared the god was, The Collector of all entities being afraid of kindness was a surprise to say the least. To say it's understandable however would be an understatement; especially after being sealed away for years. As Collector began to hyperventilate and tug on his hair, their memories of family flooded back in. The stress of being perfect, being hit whenever they failed something and being hurt in many more ways. It was horrible; the memories made Collector cry more and more each time a new one joined the tsunami of sadness. "They were horrible...b-but I miss mama and..and p-papa..." Collector whispered rather breathlessly "I want m-mama to cuddle me...and papa to s-say he loves me..." they mumbled as the memories became fuzzy and he started to feel dizzy. The feeling only stopped when Collector had collapsed from exhaustion and fell unconscious
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Scars of a star
Fanfictionthis is a collection of mini-fics about The Collector, requests are allowed but most of the ones I come up with might be angst so be warned.