MCYT One-shots (Mostly Smajor / Scott)

Truth Be Told - Scott (P1, OSMP)

Honestly I was gonna save this for later but nah, I'm bored and why not. Enjoy lol, this will be long.

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Main Character(s): Scott, Tubbo, Phil

TW: Panic Attack, Abuse, Violence, Suicidal Thoughts, Swearing

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They're gonna come for me. I know They are. The Starwalkers always come back for Their toys. Scott stared up into the starry sky above him. Images flashed through his mind of malicious white and purple eyes, huge dark wings covered with eyes, all staring at him. Eyes everywhere, lining the walls and floors.

Laughing at him.

Like he was some sort of joke.

They weren't wrong, were they? A cruel joke. That's all his life was. Trying and failing to run from the inescapable, fight the unfightable, and stop the unstoppable. For what? All that ever ended up with was him thrown back into space where the torment would begin once again.

Scott's tear streaked face turned away as he heard a distant call. Who else is up at this ungodly hour? Another call, this time much closer sounded out, this time accompanied by a soft buzzing sound.

"Oi Starboy!" A jeering voice laughed from behind him. "Why aren't you sleeping? Oh, I forgot, YOU CAN'T! HA!" Oh god no, it's him. Scott gritted his teeth but didn't reply.

"Imagine not ever sleeping. What a freak." Tubbo grinned.

Scott froze. "... I-I can sleep." He whispered, just barely audible over the mountain's wind. "I just... chose not to." More images flashed through his head. The starry lifeless void. Malevolent beasts reveling in his pain. Eyes. So many eyes.

He did his best to keep his feelings from showing, blinking away the tears. Freak. Useless. Nobody wants you. Scott tried to keep quiet, to stay emotionless, but it wasn't long before a choked sob wrenched its way out of him.

"Oh- I- Scott-" The bee hybrid stammered, and the was a sound of approaching footsteps. "W-What's wrong? I didn't mean-" He stopped as the starborne stood and turned to face him.

"I'm sorry- I mean- No... Just..." He sighed, digging his nails into his arm slightly. "D-Don't worry about it. It's not your business Tubbo, it's my problem. I have to deal with it." Tubbo stared at him guiltily, then took another cautious step towards him.

Tubbo stared at him for a long moment, then took another cautious step towards him. "I- I didn't mean it! Are you okay? Do you need me to-"

"No." He mumbled, looking away.

"Are you sure you don't want me to get Phil? I can-"

"No, Tubbo. I'm fine."

"You don't seem okay, you're crying for God's sake! Please, let me help y-"

"NO." Scott hissed, tail lashing behind him. "I don't need your help. I don't need your pity. You never gave a fuck, so why would you now?"

That was enough to shut him up, and Scott took the opportunity to boost himself away, floating through the chilly night air.

They're gonna be after me. Scott realised, sparing a glance behind him just to see Tubbo with his communicator out, apparently sending a message to the rest of the server. His own communicator buzzed only seconds later. Oh god no.

He made the quick decision to shelter in his little cave of a home for now, and dashed around to the back corner of his little-used bedroom, huddling in the corner. He then brought out his communicator to check the incoming messages.