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Goodpuffer's POV
It's 3am; Angered isn't up yet.
I need to get up, I need to get up so I can do something productive but I can't bring myself to.
Yesterday I snapped, went out of character, it is so rare that I'd do that. Let alone lay in bed having no motivation to get up.
It's not that I'm tired,because I had many nights being restless over simple little things.
Like that one time Angered slammed the door in my face after he found out I- We don't have to talk about.
That means nothing now;I hope.
I- I'm going to get up. I mean I have to get up so I can continue the tour;If we have another tour today.
I'm not sure if we have one but oh well.
Narrator's POV
Goodpuffer gets up stepping on glass, not reacting as it cuts through his skin, he got used to it after a while;The pain.
It was relatively normal, it felt normal;Feeling the red liquid drip onto the floor;Sure it was cold but it felt good.
Goodpuffer liked it when it stained his bed, his skin, him. It was a reminder that he is human, or at least close to being human; He was mortal, he could bleed out. It was like a reality check to him.
He liked how it stained his hands when he touched the cuts, he liked how it stained his clothes as he puts them on, or the cuts would bleed into his socks;But he hated the thought of being dirty;Of being soaked in red, because it was also a reminder of death.
He didn't fear death, he doesn't like the outcome of it.
He doesn't like the fact that people mourn those who died;He doesn't like the thought of being mourned or rather pitied for death.
He hated looking in the mirror and seeing his blood smeared clothes because he knows if he bleeds too much he would be dead.
He hates his room, he hates it so;He hates how clean it is, he hates how pretty it feels.
Crack
Goodpuffer steps on glass, this time he's actually wearing shoes, he's dressed as in he didn't have a moment of dissociation. His clothes are clean, he was just thinking of-
And he's not bleeding out into his socks, he's clean; He was just- .
He was just thinking of it, again.
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Hello charms! it's been a while hope you enjoy this chapter!
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why must I have these feelings ?
FanfictionThis story will not have smut! I am considering the people who play the role of these two (canonly). _________________ First version started: 11/26/20 First version ended on: 11/26/20 Rewrite started: 7/07/23 _____________________________________ ...
