Started Oct 9
Angst + a tiny bit of fluff
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<No pov>
Nickel has always had little...'flashbacks' sometimes.
He has a past that could be considered traumatic, and sometimes if he thinks to hard about it he'll go on a rampage. He destroys the room, hurts himself, anything he needs to do to release his anger.
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Nickel sat on his bed, thinking. Balloon was out right now, so he was left alone. With his thoughts.
Oh, those thoughts decide to torture him.
He couldn't really stop thinking about how he used to treat Balloon, suitcase, baseball, and the others...
'Dammit, can I stop thinking about this?'
Nickel thought to himself. He squeezed his eyes shut and rolled over on his pillows, now trying to sleep.
But he just couldn't stop thinking about it!
Nickel began to whine a tiny bit, wanting to forget these thoughts.
The whines turned into quiet sobs.
"...UGH! CAN I JUST STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS!?" Nickel yelled through his sobs.
He threw himself around on his bed, pulling up the sheets and throwing the blankets on the ground.
He grabbed the pillow with his teeth and threw it at the door.
The tears kept rolling down his face, and he kept running around. He kept running into things and hurting himself on accident, eventually running into the walls. He ran into it so hard it left a little red mark. He looked up at the wall, -not so accidentally- running into it again.
He did it on repeat.
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BANG
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BANG
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BANG
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BANG
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BANG
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BANG
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BANG
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BANG
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BANG-
Nickel fell back after another bang.
He felt a warm liquid running down his forehead. He slowly got up, his legs shaking. He ended up falling again, not having energy.
He curled himself in a ball on the floor and allowed himself to cry.
The red liquid kept flowing from his head.
"...Nickel? I'm ba-..."
Balloon enter the room, imeadiantly seeing the scene.
The messy room and bed, the crying and bloody Nickel, plus a small dent in the wall with a bit of blood where nickel kept running into.
Balloon froze, looking down at him. He shut the door and walked up to nickel.
He put a single hand on Nickel, gently rubbing him on the side to comfort him.
Nickel was uncontrollably sobbing, the blood still running. Balloon picked nickel up and brought him over to his bed. He sat Nickel against his pillow, pulling his phone out.
"..I'm calling OJ." Balloon said, the phone starting ringing.
Nickel wanted to fight back, but he couldn't. He had no energy and could barely raise his voice.
"H-Hello?- Balloon?" OJ's voice echoed from the phone.
Balloon lifted the phone to his ear and spoke. OJ and balloon spoke back and forth a tiny bit, but Nickel couldn't pay attention. He only could once he heard his name get said.
"-Nickels really hurt. He, uhm...can you just come up here and see?" Balloon said.
"Oh, uh, of course!" OJ exclaimed. The phone on OJ's side ruffled a bit.
"Bring the med kit.." Balloon said before hanging up. He turned back to the Nickel. Nickel looked tired and in pain.
Balloon fixed a bit of the bed that he could while Nickel was on it, Quickly pulling a blanket over him afterwards.
Nickel sighed, resting as much as he could while his muscles ached.
Balloon tucked him in, Sitting next to him. He hesitantly put his hand on Nickels head, avoiding the injury.
Nickel flinched, expecting balloon to touch the wound. Once he didn't, Nickel rested.
Nickel looked very comfy in the blanket, practically cradled in it. He shakily smiled, nuzzling himself under the blanket more.
Balloon saw the door nob twitch, but Nickel didn't notice. OJ opened the door with the med kit, looking a bit confused. He then realized why once he saw nickel and the dent in the wall.
He shut the door and walked up to Balloon and Nickel. He gave nickel a pitiful look. Balloon smiled a OJ, Nickel opening his eyes and just realizing OJ was here.
He avoided eye contact, looking like if he spoke he'd begin crying again. OJ opened the kit and pulled out a medicine and a cloth. He poured the medicine on the cloth and put it up to Nickel.
Nickel yelped, dodging the cloth.
"Oh, nickel.." he said.
He inhaled and tried again. "It's gonna sting, but you need to stay still." He said.
Nickel dodged it again.
OJ looked at Balloon. Balloon understood, holding nickel gently.
"Please, just sit still.." he said.
OJ quickly dabbed the cloth on Nickels head injury. Nickel yelped and kicked his phone a tiny bit, eventually just resorting to sucking it up and taking the stinging, he squeezed his eyes shut.
OJ got done fast. Balloon let Nickel go, Nickel imeadiantly falling back onto the pillows. OJ put the cloth in the trash can, putting the medicine away and pulling out bandages. He lightly wrapped the bandages around Nickels head, Nickel whincing.
OJ looked back at Balloon.
"So, that it?" OJ asked.
"Uh.." Balloon studied Nickel, then looked around the room. "That should be it. I'll call if I need anything else." Balloon said.
OJ nodded, taking the med kit and leaving.
Balloon looked back at Nickel. Nickel was breathing shakily, eyes shut.
Balloon slowly scooted closer, wrapping a single arm around him to comfort him. Nickel whined from his head still hurting. He gently allowed himself to rest on Balloons side, tired.
Balloon made sure Nickel was tucked in and comfy, practically cradled in the blankets.
Nickel opened his eyes, looking up at Balloon. Balloon gave a small smile to Nickel. Nickel looked away, smiling slightly.
Nickel then closed his eyes, breathing slowing slightly. It wasn't long until balloon heard a soft snore. Balloon looked down, finding Nickel asleep.
"Aw, all that crying and running must've worn you out, huh...?" Balloon cooed. Balloon wrapped his arms around Nickel falling asleep soon after.
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Stopped Oct 9
Im tired
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