Title is from the song Village :)
TW- Strong swearing, Alcohol mentions, Trans/Homophobia, Cheesy's dad 😒
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Nobody's POV-
Rain softly trickled, tapping Cheesy's window. The wind blew, rattling the trees and making whistle sounds. Although the outside was calm and soothing to most, Cheesy was on the ground, back pressed to the wall. He sobbed into his legs, mumbling incoherent words. He couldn't feel anything but at the same time, he felt everything. His body shook as he heaved for breath, looking up with red puffy eyes. He breathed shakily, standing up slowly. Tears were still falling from his eyes as he tried calming himself. He rubbed his bleeding lip off, collapsing on the bed and screaming into the mattress.
It was normal for him, he was unashamed. Of course, something had to go wrong. Trophy walked in.
He stared quietly, looking at the shaky boy on his bed. He came over, sitting down next to the shorter male. "Cheeseball? You okay?" He asked in a soft tone. Cheesy just hummed in reply, hiding his face. He flinched when he felt the warmth of a hand and looked up. Trophy soothingly ran his hand through the boy's curly hair, trying to calm him. He saw his face and paused, grabbing his bag and rummaging through it. He pulled out a container of petroleum jelly and took a small scoop, grabbing Cheesy's chin to make him look up, then with his other hand gently pressing the ointment onto his bleeding lip. "Did anything happen?" The male asked, wiping his hand off on his jeans. "M-My d-dad called me.. H-He said..H-He heard I-I did something..He t-threatened me... I k-know he won't do it, though.." Cheesy looked up, shaking a bit still. "What did you do, if you're comfortable with saying?" Trophy pried, an unfamiliar gentle tone in his voice. "I-I t-transitioned..." He mumbled, looking down at his lap in shame. "That's alright, cheeseball. Tell me if he messages you again." He patted the shorter boy on the back. "Don't tell anyone I talked to you." He said, standing up and walking out of the Blond's room.
Cheesy just stared at the door as it opened and closed once again. He was in awe. Trophy had a soft spot? He smiled softly, running his own hand through his hair this time, pink blush dusting his cheeks. He settled down into his bed, drifting off into a much-needed nap.
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"Cheesy! Cheeseball!" A woman's voice called out. "Yes, Mom?" A tired little girl's voice mumbled in reply. "It's time to get up for church." The older woman, the little girl's mom, said in a caring tone. "Alright, mom.." The girl whined, slipping out of her pink comforter and walking to her closet. She saw a pale yellow oversized sweatshirt and grabbed it excitedly. Putting that and some ripped jeans on, she slipped on her black sneakers and a belt to keep her jeans up before running to the kitchen. Church was miserable, but at least she got to dress up! The silence was broken when her father came down the stairs, rubbing his head. She saw her mother run over and start yelling. "YOU FUCKING WENT TO THE BAR LAST NIGHT?" The woman screamed, pushing him against the stair rails. "IT WAS ONCE!" He hissed, rubbing his side where the rail had hit. "YOU DROVE HOME DRUNK? YOU DUMBASS!" She slapped him across the face.
The little girl grabbed her teddy bear and held it close, tears in her eyes. The woman took a deep breath, turned away from her husband, and walked toward the curly-haired girl. "Let's go, dear." She said calmly, fixing her shirt and opening the door for the child.
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He woke up. His head hurt. That memory, of all the ones he had? "Mmmh..." He whined, rubbing his head. He stood up and finally changed into something other than baggy pajamas.
The stairs creaked as he walked down into the kitchen, where they were serving lunch. He grabbed a plate, actually hungry for once as he made himself a sandwich.
Settling down on the couch, he watched Pickle play his game, yelling at the other players. The hotel was loud and noisy, but the door opening caught his attention. He looked over and saw Trophy, who gave him a 'Don't talk to me.' look. Of course, he'd ignore that! He hopped off the couch and waved hi to him, studying his outfit. "Hi, Troph!" He grinned. "What.." He mumbled, ignoring the boy and walking up the stairs.
Suddenly Cheesy got a text.
He looked down at his phone.
'How about a visit?'
Oh no.
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OH MY GOD, WHO COULD BE TEXTING HIM???
Sorry for the really short chapter, I'm on vacation 💔
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Fanfiction(Cover art coming soon, current image isn't mine!) The sweet, funloving comedian, Cheesy, is known well around the hotel. Everyone knows him as the happy-go-lucky guy who loves everyone, but deep down, his mind is filled with panic and sorrow. (TW:...
