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The World Taught Me How To Break. But You. You Taught Me How To Heal.

I blacked out at the start of writing this and then woke up 3-5 days later. Enjoy some hurt/comfort :D

(Also, trigger warning (?), drowning and hints to SA) 

But otherwise, enjoy! 🗿🍷✨

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

It was a cool summer night in the Steve Realm. The breeze was gentle, whispering of its journey to any ear that would listen. The stars glistened, blissfully unaware of the severe lack of eyes that could behold them. The grass was soft on the cliffside that a fallen ruler had found himself on. He closed his tired eyes and breathed in the forgiving air. It was the perfect night for a cigarette.

It was no secret to his new companions that Nightm- Yellow Steve had unhealthy coping habits. It wasn't rare for him to pull out a small flask of something strong, or have to go out on multiple walks per day, packet of cigarettes in hand, to clear his head (which never actually worked). But I mean, what else was the steve supposed to do? He was never taught how to cope with anxiety, with frequent panic attacks, with severe depression and loneliness, with the overwhelming amount of trauma that he'd endured throughout almost 8 generations of abuse and torture. He needed an escape from it all, he needed to forget, if even for a moment, and Yellow Steve had found that in the bottom of bottles and in peaceful puffs of smoke. It made him feel better. It gave him a shred, a taste, of what happiness feels like. It made him feel.

And so that's how Yellow Steve found himself sitting on a flowery cliff side, overlooking a rolling landscape dotted with forests and mountains, on a cold summer night, legs dangling over the edge as if to tease the prospect of an end to it all.

Once situated he took the packet from the pocket of his matte yellow hoodie, quickly selecting the first cigarette of the night. Putting it between his lips, the golden haired man retrieved his gold-lined lighter from his pocket, lit it up, and breathed deeply, trying to soak up as much as possible before exhaling into the darkness, relaxation already seeping into his body.

Yellow Steve sighed. He had really needed this. Looking up at the blinking stars, jealous of their freedom from this world, rolling the cigarette between his index and middle finger, recollections of the day drip drip dripped into his mind, a faucet he could slow but seemingly never fully turn off...

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Drip...

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Drop...

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...drip...

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...drop...

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"Come on guys!! HURRY!!!" FavreMySabre had yelled back to them. Him, Rainbow, Galaxy, and Yellow Steve were scaling a wall out of what might've been the deepest pit he's ever seen, and, of course, created by Void Steve.

You see, earlier that morning they'd come across a trail of craters, deciding to follow them and scout out wherever it brought them. Yellow had suspected that it was a trap, voicing this to the rest of the group. They had all agreed, but what better thing could they do? Being given anything that just might give a clue as to how to stop Void Steve was a chance that they had to take. No matter what.

So they'd continued, following the trail into what seemed to be an artificial valley; the perfect place for a chokepoint trap. Which was, of course, exactly what it was. Within moments the ground had given out from underneath them, dropping the group to the bedrock. They scrambled up, trying to examine the situation, but then the bedrock started disappearing as well, opening into the gaping mouth of The Void.