☆sapnap POV:☆
We step in the house.
"Cmon, let's just go upstairs." I say, grabbing his hand to lead him upstairs.
"W-what about your s-soup-"
"I can get it whenever, we can just turn on a show or some music or whatever you want. I'm fine with whatever." He sits on my bed, I hand him the roku remote
"I'm not h-having a panic attack, I'm f-fine now."
"You're still studdering and shakey karl-"
"I'm fine n-now- just get y-your soup. I'll be r-right here."
I look at him for a second and sigh, "I'll be right back okay, just stay right there."
He nods shakily, and I head downstairs.
☆Karl POV:☆
He leaves the room
Fuck
Whys he being so nice-? There was literally drugs and shit all over my fucking house- he must think I'm disgusting
God that's so fucking embarrassing
I look at my hands, he's right- I'm shaking so fucking much.
I dont have an actual way to stop a damn panic attack- fuck
The only way I have..- I can't do that here.
I can't do that to sapnap
I just promised I'd try.
God I fucking hate this
I hate this
I hate this so fucking much.
"Arl- karl!"
"Fuck- oh. S-sorry."
Fucking stutter.
"It's okay, you're okay."
He keeps saying that.
He keeps saying you're okay.
I'm not okay
I don't feel okay
He puts down his bowl, and turns to me
"Are you alright? I said your name for awhile karl."
"Just spacing out y-yknow... I do have adhd."
Less stutters
Good
"I brought you a water bottle, I dunno if it'll make you feel better, but maybe distract you."
I take it
"Thanks." I take a shakey sip
"Why-" I start, "why are you being so nice to me, even a-after...-th-that..?"
"Hm? What do you mean?" He sits down next to me.
"My h-house. It was gross as fuck."
"Not really, there was some shit on the floor, but it's obvious it wasn't you. That's not your fault."
"Sapnap there were fucking heroin needles on the floor- straight up cocain on the fucking counter- fuck do you mean 'not really'?!?"
"Hey calm d-"
"No- what the fuck- I don't-" I notice I'm yelling, "s-sorry. I just, I don't get it."
"You don't have to get it Karl, but im not gonna judge you or anything, your mother having her own addiction problems has nothing to do with you, you're not gross, your house isn't gross, you're okay karl."
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"You Can't Fix Me If Your Just As Fucked." Karlnap Angst
FanfictionKarl's been struggling for a long time, his mother being a drug addict and his father being gone since his mother even mentioned the fact she was pregnant, he copes with it in ways no one even knows, his mother too gone to notice, and no friends the...
