TRIFE ONESHOTS

Trophys ass is depressed and only knife can stop his demons

Request from Crayola135

Fluff mainly

They have fluffy arms and legs in this story HEHEHEHEHEHE

Started Oct 14
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<No pov>

Trophys been cooped up in his room for a little while. No one has seen him leave his room for days, almost a full week.

'When have I last eaten?..' Trophy thought to himself. He was hungry, but nothing felt appealing enough to make him get out of bed. The lights haven't been on in his room for around 3 days and the curtains have been shut, leaving a darkness that Trophy got adjusted to.
Sometimes he'll go on hid phone, but he gets messages from others asking if he's ok, so he just ignores the messages.
'I'm fine... I don't need you all spam texting me.' He thought, sitting his phone down. The light from his phone went out, leaving the darkness again. He didn't have a roommate that could stay in there and help him, and he didn't want help.

He began hearing people outside of his room moving and walking around. Nothing new. Not until one of them got close to his room and began moving his door nob. 'DAMMIT- WHAT-' Trophy panicked in his thoughts, pulling his blanket over his head. The door opened, revealing lights that would hurt Trophys eyes.
"...Trophy?"
Trophy hated that voice. It's the voice he wished would be the last one to come here. He's probably gonna make fun of him for not leaving his room. Gonna take a picture of him in this state and blackmail him as revenge.
Trophy heard the door shut and Knife begin walking closer to him.
"Go..." Trophy said weakly.
'God, is that how my voice sounds right now? When was the last time I spoke, too?' Trophy thought.
Knife stopped moving, eventually stepping closer again. He put a hand to the blanket covering Trophy, trying to pull it away from him. Trophy held the blanket tighter.
Knife sighed and walked to the door, opening and shutting it to pretend he was leaving. Trophy listened for a second, soon moving and uncovering himself. He looked up finding Knife still there. He scowled, covering up again. Knife quickly ran up and pulled the blanket away from him. "Nope! Not doing that again." Knife said.
Trophy stared at Knife.
"You've been in your room for days. I'm coming to check on you." Knife explained.
"Just leave. I don't want you here.." Trophy pointed to the door, soon taking the blanket from Knife and covering up again. His stomach grumbled a bit, but Trophy didn't pay attention. "When was the last time you ate?!" Knife asked.
Trophy didn't respond. He didn't really know...
Knife walked up to the light switch and flicked it on. Trophy stayed hidden under the blanket, knowing his eyes would hurt if he uncovered.
Knife quickly yanked the blanket from him, forcing Trophy to open his eyes and see the lights after being in darkness for days. Trophy hid his face with his arms.
"Damn, have you even brushed your fur recently?" Knife asked. Trophys arms were matted and dirty, looking like he was a wild animal.
Trophy mumbled in response, still avoiding the light. Knife rubbed his face and walked out with a groan.
'Is he gone..??' Trophy opened his eyes, getting blinded imeadiantly. He quickly grabbed his blanket and covered himself up again.
When is he gonna get up and turn off the lights..?
It wasn't long until the door opened up and shut again.
'Well, guess he's back..' Trophy thought. Knife gently took the blanket off of Trophy. He sat next to him.
"Sit up." Knife said.
Trophy didn't listen or respond.
"I said sit up." Knife repeated.
"Turn off the lights.." Trophy said weakly. Knife thought for a second, eventually sighing and walking up to the switch. He shut the lights off, but opened the curtains to allow some light. Trophy finally opened his eyes, rubbing them faintly.
"Ok, now sit up." Knife demanded.
Trophy eyed him in annoyance.
Knife groaned, quickly but gently pulling Trophy up himself. Trophy yelped out of suprise. His vision went white for a second, the sudden gravity of getting pulled up shocking him. Knife sat down and finally pulled out what he went and got when he left. It was a brush.
"Give me your arm." He said, not really giving Trophy the chance to do it himself before just grabbing it. Trophy opened his mouth to yell, but he didn't have the energy. He simply rested against the pillow, looking away. Knife brushed the fur along his arm, trying his best to be gentle. He hummed a soft tune while he brushed. Every now and then he'd accident pull out a knot, but that's what happens when you lay in bed for days.
Trophy would wince or gasp when it happens, but he'd never get mad. He couldn't. He didn't have energy.
"Geez, I can't brush this shit.." Knife said.
"When was the last time you took a bath or shower?" Knife asked.
Trophy didn't respond.
"..Dammit, Trophy.." Knife facepalmed. Knife got up. "Get up, come here." He said. Trophy slowly and hesitantly tried to get up, but when he got to his feet, he felt like all the blood from his head disappeared. He gasped and almost fell, Knife quickly catching him. "Trophy!- dammit.." he put an arm under Trophys shoulder and walked him towards the bathroom.
[THEY ARE OBJECTS. IF ONE OF YALL MAKES THIS DIRTY MINDED-]
Knife shut the toilet seat and sat Trophy on it. Knife then twisted the nobs, turning the water on. A bit of steam came from the water, and knife rinsed his finger under it to check the temperature."Alright, get in." He said.

Trophys pov🏆

I rubbed my handle, groaning a bit.
I eventually struggled to balance on his feet, Knife holding his arms, and slowly got into the water. It was a nice warm, warmer than the blankets.
Knife slowly let me sit down, him reaching up and grabbing some soap for the fur.  He leaned down and sat on his knees, taking my arm again and massaging the soap onto the fur. I rubbed my eyes, both because the lights in the bathroom were fucking killing me and because I was embarrassed to have someone taking care of me. Knife rinsed water on the arm and took a small comb, brushing out little knots.
He then sat my arm down, repeating the process with my other arm. It wasn't long until he was done, so he stopped the water and got up. He put his hands under my shoulder and helped me up. He reached behind himself and grabbed a towel, putting it around my shoulders.
Shivered once I stepped out of the bath. A cold breeze flushed over me.
Knife let me sit on the edge of the tub and dry myself. I finished after a little while, so he helped me back to the bed.
He sat me down and picked up his brush, brushing whatever he missed in the tub.

<no pov>

Knife spent a good 20-30 minutes brushing out Trophys fur. Knife gently petted Trophys fur once it was smooth. It still had dirt or dust in it and definitely needed cleaned more, but this was the simplest first.
Trophy sighed.
Knife eventually sat Trophys arm down, taking his other arm. Trophy had to turn and see knife so Knife could brush this arm. He still looked down and avoided eye contact, none the less.
Knife continued humming and brushing, doing the same process. Something about it gave Trophy chills. Not necessarily bad chills, but it still struck Trophy the wrong way. He wasn't used to affection like this, especially from someone like Knife.
"..why are you doing this..?" Trophy asked, still weak.
"What?" Knife stopped humming.
"..why are you caring for me..?" Trophy looked up at knife with tired eyes.
"I'm not a monster. You've been in here for almost a week." Knife said.
'A week..? Has it been that long?' Trophy thought.
Knife finished brushing this arm faster than the other, petting it up and down a tiny bit afterwards. Trophy tried to hide it, but he smiled a tiny bit at the affection.
Knife put Trophys arm down. "When have you last ate?" He asked. Trophy froze.
"...do you..wanna eat?" Knife asked.
"..N...No.." Trophy slowly slipped back down into the blankets.
"..you need to eat." Knife got up and left.
'..Where's he going..?' Trophy thought. Maybe he actually left this time.
Trophy audibly sighed, wrapping up in the blanket again.
It was a few minutes later until Knife returned with a plate and a glass of water.
The plate had a small sandwich.
He sat it next to Trophy, and sat the water on his desk. Trophy squinted his eyes at the sandwich, before finally putting a hand on it and taking a very small bite. It was around a nibble, but at least he was eating. Knife sat next to him, gently rubbing his arm and shoulder as comfort.
Trophy took almost an hour to finish the sandwich, taking very small bites each time.
He reached his hand up and took his glass, sitting up a tiny bit and taking a long sip. He didn't realize how dehydrated he was until now.
He sat the already half-empty cup down, gasping for air. "Don't choke." Knife said.
Trophy turned around, seeing knife still here.
"... that's basically all. Should I go now?" Knife said.
"..don't." Trophy said, a bit more energy than before.
"What?"
"..Don't go.." Trophy said, a tiny bit louder than before.
Knife smiled. Trophy rolled over and cuddled up next to Knife. Knife put a hand on Trophys head and lightly rubbed.
Trophy needed company for now.
He felt better with company- with knife, specifically.
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Stopped Oct 14
My cousin came halfway through writing this and watched videos on their iPad at full volume, send help.
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