DIALTOWN ONESHOTS!!!!!!

Relapse. [Angst]

hihi first thing wow so cool haha this was way too long lol
trigger warnings!! ⬇️
angst
self-harm
gore-ish descriptions of self-harm
please don't read this if you're recovering from self harm or thinking about starting. this is just me writing for my own comfort ig
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Nobody's POV

Randy recently started being roommates with his best friend, Oliver! It had only been two weeks since Oliver insisted Randy lived with him. The only thing that really bothered Randy about living with Oliver is the fact he couldn't self harm anymore. Previously, Randy used to self harm in his dumpster, it helped him get away from the stress of life. Oliver never knew about Randy's self harm issues and Randy planned to keep it that way.

Randy hadn't injured himself since he moved in with Oliver. Surprisingly, Randy was fairly proud of himself for being clean but Randy started to get tired and unhappy, he assumed this was due to him missing his favorite "coping skill."

About 3 weeks after moving in with Oliver, Randy had been having a rough time, to say the least. "Hey Oliver, is it alright if I walk to the store?" Randy asked. "Sure I guess, you don't really have to ask y'know. Also, isn't it 8pm?!" Oliver questioned Randy, but Randy was already out the door.

Randy tiredly walked to the store, which was just a couple minutes away. Randy knew how late it was, but that didn't matter to him at the moment. Randy felt ashamed for what he was about to buy, Randy knew that if Oliver found out, he'd be pissed, or maybe he'd be sad? Maybe Oliver wouldn't even care. Randy pushed these thoughts aside as he approached the doors of the store.

Randy went to the drinks first. Randy picked out himself a strawberry lemonade drink, he also grabbed Oliver a chocolate milk. He made his way to the hygiene section of the store and grabbed what he needed so badly to leave Olivers home at 8pm. He went up to the register to purchase his items.

"Will that be all, sir?" The cashier said in a tired, and monotone voice. Randy nodded in reply. "That'll be $8.45" shit. Randy thought as he realized he only had $5 to his name. Randy double checked his pockets, quite a few times until he found a $10 bill Oliver had given him about a week ago! Phew. Randy thought in relief. Randy handed the poor cashier his money. Randy strolled out of the small store after being handed his change.

The closer randy walked to his best friend, and roommate's apartment, the more shame he felt for what he was going to do, and then it started to fucking rain.

Oliver had started getting worried for Randy, Oliver knew Randy wasn't the happiest, or smartest, of people, so he worried Randy may hurt himself this late at night. Just then, as Olivers worries were getting to him, Randy unlocked the door, and stepped in wet, and freezing.

Oliver sighed in relief. Then realized, "Wait, why are you soaking wet?!" "Rain." Randy replied miserably. Oliver spotted the bag in Randy's hand. "Hey, what's in there ?" Randy didn't respond for about 30 seconds as he hadn't planned what he'd say when he would be asked this. Oliver's expression turned from curiosity into confusion. "U-Uh, some snacks!" Randy said as he had finally realized how to reply.

"Mkay.." Oliver said, weirded out. Randy remembered Oliver's chocolate milk, he reached into the bag and pulled the chocolate beverage out for Oliver. "Oooo, thank you so much, dude!" Oliver exclaimed. "I-Ill be in the shower, I guess." Randy said, walking down the hall towards Oliver's bathroom.

Randy quietly closed the door to the bathroom, he was sensitive to louder noises, especially doors. Randy closed the toilet lid and sat on top of it. Randy rummaged through the bag until he pulled out bandaids, some large and some small, and a box of Astra, platinum, double edged, razorblades.

Randy's POV

In a rush, I unpackaged the thin, steel, blades. I knew what i was doing wasn't okay, but I had gone so long without the relief of watching the blood pool into the wound, I couldn't take it anymore. I took off my jacket. I decided to turn the shower on to not raise suspicion. I turned the shower on, not caring about the temperature at the moment.

I set my jacket on the sink counter, and positioned my arm onto my thigh. I raised my hand, which was holding the sharp object, close to the underside of my arm. I pressed down, swipe. I inhaled sharply as I sliced my skin apart just deep enough to where I could see through a thin layer of my skin, a vein. I let go of a huge sigh of relief. It felt like all the problems in my life had left.

I quickly realized that the wound was about to overflow with blood, so I grabbed a large bandage, peeling the wrappers back and perfectly placing it on top of the overflowing wound. I then flipped my arm over to the upper side, where the skin was tougher and there were less veins. I proceeded as i did before, and swiped. I let out the breath i was holding, the wound was just as deep as the last one, halfway through the second layer of the skin.

I wasn't satisfied yet. I stuck my blade inside the wound and with a loud hiss, pushed down and swiped. My heart pounded as i peeked at what was a fat-layer deep wound. I had never been more relieved in my life.

I realized that i should probably shower for real now, and wash this blood off of me. I sat my supplies on the sink counter as i undressed and stepped in the water. FUCKITSCOLD.

Nobody's POV

Randy exited the shower, now clean, he rebandaged his new, self-induced, wounds. He almost forgot to hide his supplies, he hid them in the sink cabinet, in the very back.

He put his dirty clothes back on, he had forgotten to grab a pair of clothes to change into before he got into the shower. His shirt was dry by now so he figured he'd just wear it. When he walked out of the bathroom, Oliver was watching a movie in the living room. Randy went to sit beside his roommate, who was dozing off. Oliver was woken up as Randy sat beside him.

"Oh! Hey, wassup?" Oliver greeted randy, "H-Hey, watcha watching?" Randy replied. Oliver began talking about his movie, apparently it had been one of his favorite films since he was just in elementary. The two phones chatted about their favorite films for a bit, although, it was mainly Oliver doing the talking as Randy watched him, with a sad, tired posture that Oliver had gotten used to at this point but it still bothered him. After a short pause, Oliver decided to question Randy. "..Hey are you like, doing alright man?" "I-I uh, what do you mean Oliver..?" shitshitshitdoesheknow?? Randy had the slightest bit of panic in his voice.

"Y'know, like, are you sad, Is something wrong?" Oliver had worry in his voice. "No, I've just been um, a bit tired, I guess?" Randy came up with an excuse as quick as his Nokia head could. Oliver wasn't entirely sure Randy was being truthful. "I'm just gonna... head to bed, if that's okay." Randy said
"Oh, sleep well dude." Oliver said with slight worry in his voice as Randy headed off to the guest bedroom. Oliver worried for Randy, he would talk to him later.

1277 words lmao, idk if i'll make a part 2 on this, it depends on if anyone's likes it. i basically made Randy just so fucking depressing in this for no reason, it's comforting to me i guess, i'll try to make something better next time lol, i also realized halfway through that their personalities don't even match how they are in-game, but it's my first time writing literally anything so i guess it's expected to make some mistakes right? okay i'll shut up now.