Torn

𝘚𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯

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❝𝙈𝙮 𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.❞

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          This was a bad idea, terrible idea you would like to say. What in the right fucking mind was your dumb ass doing? Didn't you just have a whole mental breakdown saying that you were going to be independent and not let these skeletons dictate your stupid life? Yet, here you are, creaking open the door and taking a peak up at the giant skeleton.

Horror was honestly just as shocked as you were too, he expected you to finish up and then scream at him to get out, to which he would've done so. The whole time he was standing by your bathroom door, he was digging at the dead eye socket he had, trying to remember what he had done that week and what he was going to do this following week. He was also thinking about his brother, and would occasionally dig a little deeper in his dead eye socket when he heard you cry a little in the shower, he felt bad with what you were going through.

When Horror looked down and saw you quivering slightly, he could only turn his head in a way to ask you what you needed. You fumbled with the objects in hand and motioned them towards him, "I know this is... Odd for me to ask but, Killer said you were willing to help me? I need help bandaging myself up, I've never had to do this before and I want my wounds to um... heal?" You fumbled over your words, scared to look up at the big guy before you. 

You heard a low chuckle and then sharp fingers graze your hands carefully as Horror picked up the scissors and bandages. "Of course... I'll... help a friend..." He said slowly, grabbing  the bathroom door and opening it slowly, before flicking off the bathroom light. He stood up from his slouched position and pushed you lightly over to your bed, making you nervous. "Don't want... you on a... an uncomfortable spot..." He explained, trying to ease your worries.

However, your worries did not diminish as you slowly trudged over to your untouched bed. Slowly, you sat down and faced Horror, who had pulled over a chair from god knows where and sat down in front of you, looking up at you and awaited your instructions. Your heart rate slightly spiked as he waited for you to tell him what to do.

He... He didn't force you to show him where you needed help with? You almost folded forwards at the realization that Horror probably wasn't as scary and intimidating as you thought he was. Was this guy really a crazed killer? I mean, Error did say he wouldn't dream of hurting you, saying that it's against his morals or something to eat humans, but that didn't specify if he wanted to hurt humans. You sighed shakily and looked down, you guess you'll just have to trust this guy for now.

You, very awkwardly, lifted the right side of the baggy shorts and showed Horror one of your many deep cuts that needed to be fixed. Horror tilted his head and gave you an odd look, as if asking you how you got it, you could only look away bashfully. Horror decided to push the topic aside and scooted his chair closer to you, placing the scissors next to you on the bed. You glanced at the scissors as Horror slowly unwound the bandages, if all goes wrong you could always grab the scissors and-

Horror picked up the scissors and cut the bandage, tucking it in carefully as he had finished wrapping up your thigh. Your eyes widen slightly as you looked at your leg, he was so gentle that you hadn't noticed he was even touching you, let alone a wound that has been bothering you for a long time. You stared for a while longer before realizing that Horror was still awaiting your instructions, so you quickly dragged the shorts back down before rolling the left side sleeve of your shirt up.

You pointed and showed how big the wound on your arm was, letting Horror place the scissors back down and grab your arm. Horror didn't start instantly bandaging though, he twisted your arm gently and looked at the burn wound, as if trying to figure out what to do with it. After a minute of looking at it, Horror reaching into one of the nightstands and pulled out a small container with a dressing in it.