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Call Me Late at Night (Penraser)

3:45 AM

Eraser's head was pounding, glancing at his alarm clock every few minutes. He couldn't sleep. He had spent the last three or so hours tossing and turning, trying (but failing) to sleep. He stared at his ceiling, counting all of the glow-in-the-dark stars that he and Pen stuck up there for the thousandth time tonight. He groaned and flipped over, burying his face in his pillow. Eraser tried to fight every urge he had to reach for his phone and text Pen again. He wanted his friend here with him, wrapping his lanky arms around his body, breathing softly into his pink hair. But he didn't.

Eraser had started to feel bad again. The same kind of bad he felt when he was still in bfdi. The same kind of bad that nearly sent him spiraling. His arms itched so horribly, and Eraser knew how to calm that itch. But he couldn't.

He promised that he would never do such a thing again. It's been years since he last even thought about grabbing the blade.

Eraser slowly got up from bed, his brain foggy and his body feeling heavier than usual. He took one step, and another, heading towards his bathroom. He ignored every alarm going off in his head, he ignored every voice begging and pleading. Eraser didn't feel real. He hadn't felt real in weeks. He just wanted a reminder, a sign that he can still bleed.

He used his phone as a flashlight, holding it in his hand as he crouched down and opened his cabinet. He shone the light inside, looking for something, anything. His eye caught a small box tucked in the corner.

Shaving razors refills.

With a trembling hand, he clutched the box, gripping onto it like his life depended on it. It kind of did. Eraser stood up, closing the cabinet door and shuffling back to his bed. He sat, his back resting against the headboard of his bed. He carefully opened the box, taking a razor out. He held it between his index finger and his thumb. He stared at it for a while.

Suddenly, overwhelming emotions came crashing down on him. A mix of hopelessness and disappointment in himself. He felt tears well up in his eyes. Eraser put the razor back in the box and put the lid back on top, setting it down next to him. He reached for his phone, clicking Pen's name on his contacts app. He fucking hated when he had to call Pen. He felt like he was way too dependent on him. It's been a while since Eraser last broke down, which somewhat helped with the thoughts telling him that he only used Pen for a therapist.

"...Eraser? What- Did something happen?" Pen's voice was laced with worry. Eraser opened his mouth to speak, but all he could muster out were quiet sobs. He quickly hung up and dropped his phone on his bed, holding his head in his hands. He heard his door quickly open and shut before feeling someone wrapping their arms around him.

His lanky arms.

Eraser melted into Pen's warm embrace, sobs wracking his body. He shook like a leaf caught in the fall winds, tears streaming down his face like a waterfall. They sat there like that for a long time.

Eraser had fully calmed down, wiping his face. "Ugh, fuck, my head hurts," he tiredly grumbled. "Yeah, I bet."

"... Do you... Wanna talk about it?" Pen asks, chewing on his lip anxiously. Eraser shakes his head.

The two were silent before a moment before Eraser spoke.

"I- I'm sorry you have to deal with me, Pen."

Pen frowns.

"Eraser. I don't just deal with you. I comfort you because I care about and love you," He says, taking Eraser's face in both of his hands and holding him gently. "I really do love you, Eraser. I'm always here when you need me, okay?"

Eraser sniffled, burying his face in the crook of Pen's neck.

"Thank you," He mumbled softly, gripping onto Pen's shirt and trying not to break down into a weeping mess again.

Eraser separates from him and looks up at Pen. "Can you-" "Yes, I'll sleep with you tonight," Pen whispered, his smile warm like the sun. Eraser smiled back.

They both lay down, Eraser clinging onto Pen and Pen enveloping his arms around Eraser. It was raining outside, the pitter-patter soothing the both of them to sleep like a lullaby a mother would sing to her baby.