Ena Scenarios / Oneshots

To Be A Mannequin Part 1 (Ena Comfort's You)

AN: I hear a lot of conspiracies around the mannequins being dead people and such- I thought it would fit for the name. Even if the conspiracy isn't real.
ENJOY THE ENA FNF SONGS ABOVE WHILE READING

TW: SUIC!DE ATTEMPT , BLOOD , SWEARING , BLOOD , S£LF HAR|\/| , VENT

AGAIN: IF THIS DOESN'T SOUND LIKE Y/N I AM SORRY! I have just been going through some shit and kinda am making this a rant instead of a Y/N story- 😬 ACTUALLY- SCRAP THAT! THIS IS GONNA BE WITH MY OC (BUT U CAN PUT UR OC IN IF U WANT) MY OC'S NAME IS ATHORA BTW

BACKGROUND INFO OF MY OC:
Humanoid Cyber/Space Creature
Green Hair
Saturn Rings around head and planets around the rings
Black Dots all over face (looks like cracks)
Name: Athora
How they met Ena: The same way you did.
Sad side: Full black face (kinda like a black hole)
Joint Limbs (knees and elbows) do not exist on this body.

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For weeks I have been living at Ena's home, following Ena wherever she goes so I don't feel alone, and basically be in her space. I know it sounds bad- I am basically Ena's shadow if that makes sense.
I feel terrible for everything. I have been in her life too much. Constantly near her and bothering her. She sacrificed half of her home for me, she sacrificed a lot to make sure I was ok. But I feel like I have been very fucking selfish.
One day, I was laying on the couch and I heard Ena say, "Hey Athora? Do you mind doing me a favour?". I sit up and look to where Ena was, in the kitchen holding the fridge door open. "Good! I was hoping you could so kindly go get some food for me from any local places?" she asked cheerfully.
I nodded and headed out the door, a bit sleepy. I walk through the blank looking place. I walk past where I first met Ena and Moony, at the auction day. Obviously- it's a daily auctioning so there was another one happening right now. I soon walk past the skatepark where Ena and I looked for the Great Runas (upcoming chapter). And I also found, where the remains of my home where. It looked normal. But just abandoned. I continue walking.
I couldn't seem to find any local food places. I had been walking for a long time. Possibly an hour? Two hours? Who knows anymore.
Something hit me in the back of my head. Voices. My voices. My thoughts. "If you don't find anything. Ena won't trust us to supply for her." one said. "Why are we supplying for her anyway?? Are we a slave to her? Does she not care about us? Is she just using us?" another says. "Yes. We are also causing it. We are selfish! We got us in the situation. We fucked up the home. So we live with Ena now. We got Ena to sacrifice things to make us live in her living room. We cannot do anything right cant we?". It continues to speak and I cannot stop it.
Shut up. Why am I thinking this?
"We are a failure. We don't belong."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I scream as I throw an arm out and back at me.
I sigh. I continue walking. But a bit faster. What if I am just a slave to Ena. What even am I? Somethings wrong with me.

I open the door to Ena's house and am puffing. My arms are being weighed down by heavy groceries. I look around- the house is dark. Is she seriously not home? I walk inside, turn on the light make slowly make my way to the kitchen with the bags. I flip the bags onto the kitchen bench and then look around the house to see if Ena really is home.
The whole house is dark. I open the door to Ena's room. Maybe she's sleeping? I presume that since it has become dark out already. I look in the room. The light is turned off. I peek through the door and look to Ena's bed. I don't see Ena. But I see a notebook on her desk. I walk in and see that it's open. She wrote a note for me.
Dearest Athora,
Sincerest apologies that I am not currently at home. Moony wanted to show me something near the skatepark.
Salutations and I Hope you see this!
Your fellow friend
- Ena

I read the note and leave the room.

I decided to pack away the food so I started doing that.
"What if she ditched us for Moony? They are obviously better friend than with us. We took too long and disappointed her. She didn't want to see our ugly, cracked, fucked up face and stupid green space bun hair, I bet that's the case.". Oh for bloody Runas! I hit my hand against my head. But they kept coming. I hit my head on a cabinet.
I do I really mean nothing to her? My breathing becomes heavy. I am scared. I am overthinking and getting worried. It had been hours since I returned home and Ena still wasn't back.

(THE PLOT IS TERRIBLE IM SO SORRY! I HAVE BEEN RLLY BURNT OUT FROM WORK AND STUFF AND HAVE NO MOTIVATION FOR ANYTHING)

After a breakdown, I go to the bathroom and look at myself. Slave? Worthless? Yeah. That's all I mean to Ena. That's all I mean to anyone in this god forsaken universe! THIS ISN'T EVEN THE UNIVERSE I BELONG IN! I slowly begin to cry. I go back to the kitchen, grab a glass bottle and throw it at the wall. It smashes and I grab a massive shard from the bottle that was incredibly sharp. I go into a walk-in supply closet for cleaning and sit on the floor in a corner. I am still crying. I grip onto the glass which is already starting to cut the hand it's being held in from how tight I'm holding it. I look at my arms and legs. I look in the reflection of the glass. It shows my neck. All I hear is ringing in my ears. I look down again and see the glass piercing my arm. Static blood is gushing out and dripping in the floor. I continue as the pain continues also. More and more blood is falling on the floor. I am crying more and more. I do the same thing to both of my legs. I look at the shard reflection and my whole face has gone black to how much I have been upset. The thoughts come back.
"We're not done yet. Do it til your dead. Do it until you become those mannequins we saw in the holy code.". I stare at my reflection. I get up and quickly make my way to the bathroom to make sure Ena hadn't come home. Blood was still splattering all over the floor. My arms had gone red and white. My skin had blood stains. So did my clothes.
I go in the bathroom and lock the door. I sit in front of the bath and lean against it. I raise the glass to my stomach, still crying.
"It will be better to be done and over with. Ena won't care. Y'know, since you mean nothing to her and are just her slave."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I scream again. I gasp slightly. I look down and realise that as I was screaming I had set the glass into my stomach. "Fuck.." I say quietly. It was painful. But made me feel like I had hope to not be meaningless anymore. I pull the glass out and static blood is pouring out of my body like it is a water dam that has been opened. It came flooding out. I throw the glass into me again, this time- the chest. Multiple times. I laugh, sounding like a maniac. It was the most excruciating thing I had felt. But it made me happy.
The ringing in my ears gets louder. So loud to the point that it's basically all I can hear. My vision goes blurry. My body flops over to the side and falls to the bathroom tile floor. My body's gone numb. I can't feel anything. My tears had gone dry. The blood is surrounding me slowly, filling like a pool.
But I could slightly hear something over the ringing. Yes- my laughing (which had died down to slight giggles). But screaming and banging. It was too muffled to hear though. But it sounded like someone I know.
Has Ena come back?

No one's POV:
Ena was screaming and banging on the door.
"ATHORA OPEN THE DOOR PLEASE! ATHORA!!!" Her fists kept banging on the door and kept turning the lock, that was obviously locked from the inside. Ena was also crying majorly. "Not again, not again, not again, not again, not again!" She thought. Then she had an idea. She yelled "ATHORA! PLEASE MOVE! I'M COMING IN!" as she grabbed a chair. She threw the chair at the door multiple times. Still crying and begging that Athora was okay.
Eventually the door had gotten a hole in it, conveniently close to the lock. Ena got her arm through the hole and unlocked the door. She threw the door open to see Athora flopped over next to the bath, static blood covering the entire floor, a glass shard tighly in Athora's right hand which had pierced right through their hand. She fell to her knees and kept screaming and crying at Athora. She held their body that was slowly going cold. The expression on their face also slowly going more blank and dull by the second.

ATHORA POV:
I feel someone holding me. I couldn't tell if it was Ena or someone else. But they were holding me and crying. My vision got blurrier and blurrier. The ringing got louder and louder. I slowly lost my grip on the glass. My eyes closed. To what knows what will await me now.