School Bus Graveyard: Thomamine One-Shots

💔Drowning out my sorrows💔

🍀Author's note- In case you don't read the description, 🛑 this emoji is an angst warning, and by angst I mostly mean self-harm or drinking large doses of alcohol or drugs. This will be the only callback, the other chapters will not include callbacks.

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Walter had never enjoyed life. Ever since the Origami Cranes assigned him to be a teacher so they could track any targets, he felt miserable about everything, he couldn't even enjoy his favorite activities. This was all because of that one pathetic time he had killed a man in cold blood, but it hadn't been the right target. He made up for his mistake by getting the right guy, but the guilt still laid within him. All he could've thought of for those two weeks were 'Was I a monster?' 'Can I even control myself?' 

It was a late October night. Walter had been doing nothing but sulk in his apartment, aware of the fact that he had papers to grade. But did it even matter? He was going to leave either way eventually, once they pulled the stunt to kidnap the kids of course. Walter sighed heavily, trying to get another chug from the wine bottle in his hands, but it was already empty.

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"Ah great..." He muttered annoyingly, "That was the last cheap one..." Walter got up forcefully, now pissed off that he had to start drinking the more expensive ones. He had originally planned to save them for special occasion, but it had seemed that luck didn't like him very much. Chucking the empty bottle in the sink, he then proceeded to open his cabinet to lazily grope for a new bottle. He finally grasped one in his hand, a Patrón Silver tequila bottle. Ryan had given it to him a while back, saying he got it at a Hispanic party, but didn't like the taste, so he had given it to him instead. Walter sighed, pulling the cork ball out to chug it, not even caring to mix it with anything, or even bothering to have a lime with it. He sat back down on the couch, not caring for the strong taste the tequila gave him. Half of the content was already gone, a good amount dripping from Walter's chin. Sitting in the dark with only the tv on really made him feel despairful and lonely. The blonde man eyed his phone, thinking... if only...

"No... I can't bother her. She probably doesn't even want to see me, not after I had that huge scene..." Walter muttered sorrowfully. He chugged down the rest of the bottle, tossing it to the side of the couch. Sighing heavily, the blonde man grabbed something from the ground. He pressed the switch to open the blade, then pressed it again to lock the knife from moving. He eyed it for a second, looking at his actual initials burned in the metal. Then, Walter brought the blade and slit his wrist, twice. He let the blood drip for a second, watching it fall down his arm, then drip on his sweatpants. Normally, he would bandage it up so it wouldn't drip everywhere, but that night, he just couldn't care less. He dropped the blade and started to sob, letting his slit arm rest against his leg, with the blood soaking in his pants. He rested his head on his uninjured hand, sobbing more and more. His vision started to blur, but he didn't care. He was tired, nauseous, and done with everything. At this point, he would prefer the stupid demons take his life. He didn't care for his wellbeing anymore, he just wanted to let the dimension overcome him so he could be free of the pain. At least... he could genuinely smile for the first time in a long while... 

*Knock * *Knock* *Knock*

Someone was at the door. Walter already knew it was someone from the organization, possibly Christaphor and Jenifer, because they normally came by to check up on him and his little side mission. He got up and staggered towards the door, just wanting them to leave him and his pity party alone. Walt struggled to open the door due to his whole body shaking from being tired. But when he finally opened it, instead of being met with stupid and internet geek, he was instead met with familiar golden eyes. And when she saw him, her face went from neutral to concern.