AN; this was an old request by someone, but y'know fuck it I got the motivation also kinda switched up the scenario. Also this May be shorter than normal.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳➣ Shrignold felt their weak eyes begin to open, the sunlight from the morning sun felt almost blinding. Shrignold and Larry had been not the best to say the least, for reasons I shall not disclose. But whenever the two of them were in the same room, a verbal fight was soon to come, they have never gotten physical but their words seemed to cut deep into bone, with Larry normally holding the knife. The other teachers have seen their scuffles, and they all can agree they have gotten brutal with their frases, and when they came face to face it was like you could see the tension grow. But yet they always say that they Love one another.
The butterfly grabbed a pastel pink robe off their closet rack, putting it over their body and made their way downstairs for breakfast. The kitchen was lively Steve was finishing up food as Larry sat on the counter near the sink, Tony talking with Paige about their plans for the day, and the other teachers just having a good morning. As Shrignold entered the Kitchen, Paige changed the subject of her conversation with Tony. "Have you noticed Shrignolds appearance? Shrignolds eyes weren't so magnetic, now just look empty." She looked at the butterfly with worried eyes, "Keep that cultist out of this conversation, their already dealing with enough due to Larry.. They don't need you pitiful comments." Tony commented, sounding annoyed that the butterfly was brought into the conversation that they were having. "Morning Steve." Shrignold said, their voice sounding so fragile. "Mornin Shriggy, I just finished making some pancakes, care for some?" "That sounds lovely, let me just wash my hands first.". Shrignold didn't notice the lamp sitting nearby until the harsh smell of cigarettes hit their nose "Hey Shrignold." Larry chirped with a grin, watching Shrignold hesentally rolled up their sleeves, barley though. "Please leave me be." The butterfly said under their breath, Larry grabbed the butterflies wrist and ripped up their sleeve "What's this, huh?" Shrignold flinched at his touch "Let go." They spoke up. "Trying out some new silver huh?" "Get the fuck off me." Larry let his grip go and watched the butterfly trying to hide their wrist from everyone's view and get farther away from everyone. "Less appealing to Malcom huh?" he teased, "Look at your own arm asshole!" The butterfly shouted. "I'm sick Shrignold. Everyone knows that!" He yelled back. "But here you are saying that 'Your better know.' but yet your cut up like a turkey on thanksgiving." the lamp continued. Shrignold stare at Larry, with anger in their eyes, "Help me understand Shrignold, I thought you said you were done with hurting yourself months ago, and tell me that you don't take that blade and drag it across your skin and pray for the courage to press down. Tell me on how your Savior copes with that, knowing that your perfect dolly skin is damaged from your own doings. Please, enlighten me." Larry snarled. "JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP AND DO NOT BRING MY LORD MALCOM INTO THIS CRAP." The butterfly screamed, their voice that was normally soft for the past week now boomed through the house. Shrignold felt tears weld in their eyes as they ran to their room. The whole home was silent until paige spoke up. "What the fuck is going on with you two?!" Larry felt annoyance wash over him as he spoke "Were fine, ITS FUCKING FINE OK?" Larry then just stormed out of the kitchen and somewhere new and left the whole house astonished at what just happened.
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𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲
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-- I also just released my DHMIS fanfic if you guys are willing to take a peek at it<33
