Cut [MePhone4 oneshot]

Cut

Content and trigger warnings:

This story contains self-harm (cutting specifically), self-harm scars, and suicidal idealizations. 

Kinda a vent/stress relief (projecting onto MePhone here). 

Stay safe y'all. <3

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Wake up at 3:40.

Go to the bathroom.

Cut.

Return. 

That's the routine he had always followed since Season 2. Since 4S gave up his body. MePhone has always been a bit...unstable since then. And ever since he regained his memory back, ever since he returned to him, he's not exactly sure how much he could handle.

He wished it could all just end. He didn't want to suffer anymore. He could've just faced HIM off just like that, maybe solve all his problems. 

But no, right now in the present, the only thing he's doing is laying on his back on his bed in his room, with his sheet slightly kicked off, staring at the turned off lightbulb on the ceiling. Like a coward. MePhone groaned and checked the time on the screen: 3:49 am. Great, he's behind schedule. Sighing, he shifted his position so that he was sitting on the edge of his, no, the bed. 

There wasn't really much in this room, just him, and bed, and the small shape on the nightstand.

He set his feet on the ground, and only then did he realize that he was shaking. Why was he even shaking in the first place? He done this before, many times, for years actually since the end of Season 1. MePhone held out his arms in front of him, the glow of his blue screen illuminating the many scratches and scars on his arms. There were more than what the eye meets. Years of constant cutting and overworking his healing systems had led to creating overlapping stripes of these small lines. 

He had done this before, he could do this again, and again. Yet why did he feel so...scared?

"...C'mon Four...move those feet..."

The blue phone forced himself to get up and stand, trying to ignore the fact that his legs were literally shaking so hard that they might collapse under his weight. One of his foot got caught in the sheet, so he kicked it away, and made his way over to the bathroom. 

(Why would a universe with anthropomorphic objects have a bathroom? I do not know, go ask Toilet. Oh wait you can't he's dead)

"It's fine...it's fine...you've already done this...it's alright..."

MePhone opened the door with a creak and brightened up his screen, being careful to not to go too sudden, otherwise he'll sting his eyes. The entire white room illuminated with the soft cyan glow. MePhone stepped in and gently swung the door behind him, hearing it thunk against the door frame, but not closing completely. He started rummaging through the drawers, looking for...something...