(The rain poured outside, the rhythmic patter of droplets against the windowpane doing little to ease the turmoil swirling inside you. Y/N sat on the edge of your bed, staring blankly at the floor, lost in the fog of Y/N's thoughts. The room felt cold and empty, mirroring the hollowness in his chest.)
(No one understood you, not really. Y/N's been dealing with the whispers of self-doubt and the weight of depression for as long as he could remember. No matter how much Y/N tried to hide it, the isolation crept in deeper each day, turning his mind against him. The world felt distant, like Y/N was floating somewhere just outside of it, watching everything pass by without feeling a part of it. The constant bullying only amplified that feeling.)
"What a freak."
"Hahahahaha!"
(Y/N tried to disappear into the background, but it never worked. The loneliness was suffocating. And lately, the dark thoughts—those whispers telling Y/N that maybe the world would be better without him—had been getting louder.)
(A soft knock on the door pulled Y/N from his spiraling thoughts. He didn't need to look up to know who it was.)
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Ruby: Y/N? We were worried about you... Can I come in?
(Y/N sighed, his heart heavy. Y/N didn't have the energy to respond, but that didn't matter. The door creaked open, and Ruby stepped into the room, her silver eyes shining with concern. Following closely behind her were the rest of Team RWBY—Weiss, Blake, and Yang—and even they weren't alone.)
(As the girls entered, Y/N noticed the unmistakable figures of Skullgirls stepping in as well—Filia, Cerebella, and Valentine, their eyes locked on him with a level of intensity that made his skin crawl.)
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Filia: We haven't seen you in days. You haven't been yourself.
(Y/N tensed as the room filled with their presence, his anxiety creeping higher. They surrounded him, leaving no room for escape, their eyes never leaving Y/N's form. There was a softness in their voices, but something about the way they looked at jim... it wasn't just concern.)
