Dandy's World Stuff (Mostly One-Shots) (Hiatus)

[VENT(?)] A note on the door (Fluffyshrimp)

It had a ? Cause it started as a vent but it slowly turned into an angst fic lol

Tw// Internalized Homophobia, Homophobia, abuse, mentions of suicide attempts, delusional episodes, Mentions of Addiction and SH, attempted suicide (technically successful but he comes back) and stalking

A/N: Yep more vent shit *vomits* uuh yeah I hate being queer so I'm making it everyone else's problem. I didn't say Shrimpos exact sexuality here cause I plan on posting this on AO3 but if your reading from Wattpad just check out my Sexuality HCs chapter :] I need to make a new version but Shrimpos should stay the same.

Edit: yet another fic I picked up and dropped. I have so many drafts- Ended up changing my original plans for it to better fit with how I feel now :]))

Shrimpo came out just a year ago.

And it felt like it ruined his life.
He identified as a lesser known sexuality label. It was a widely considered invalid one.

He didn't think it could possibly ruin his life. Just... Existing.

He was unfortunately, very wrong.

Almost a year of being stalked, 3 suicide attempts, 2 delusional episodes and so much self depreciation later.

Shrimpo practically left the internet. He was only on discord and a few other sites.

It took him what felt like forever to start working on getting his life back together.

For so long he never left his room.

He was terrified.

All because of his sexuality.

That led to now.

He was only out to Goob, Teagan, Rodger and Toodles.

Toodles understood much easier than he thought. She even made him a pride flag using crayons and paper.

It was one of few times he cried in front of her. He never even showed her the pride flag. She just said she googled it.

Teagan and Rodger didn't seem to really care. He didn't really think they understood why it was so important to him.

It was a bit... Crushing. But he understood. They probably didn't understand how much it affected him.

He came out to Goob the moment he realized his sexuality. And Goob, someone who also identified with a lesser-known label was incredibly supportive!

If it weren't for him. He'd be dead.

It sounds like an over exaggeration. But it was true.

Goob had literally talked him out of suicide during delusional episodes.

Both times it happened, he felt awful. Goob seemed to scared of losing him.

But he was so fucking tired.

Tired of chronic pain

Tired of abuse

Tired of fear

Tired of pain

Tired of being queer

He was just...

Tired.

Some nights he couldn't sleep.

He'd lay in his bed. Reliving the things he's seen because of who he was over and over.

He'd imagine what he could do to get back at his abuser.

He'd imagine everyone realizing he was always telling the truth.