Bottle Ol' Oneshots

You Hurt Him-Poofless Oneshot

They knew he was special. He could fix anyone if they told him to; they'd seen it before. Everyone he took care of ended up becoming something great, and they told him he was one of the best of them. They hoped to have him there forever, and he always said that he'd stay there forever.

When they came across you, they knew you were a special case as well. They saw how broken you were and decided to help you; they don't do that to everyone, y'know. They sent him down, the precious little angel named Rob, to come meet you and take care of you. His job was to care for you when you couldn't even do it yourself.

And cared for you he did. He'd hold you when you cried and wipe your tears after. He'd make you food and make sure you're healthy and well, even when you said you didn't want to be well anyway. He'd take away the razor in your hand and untie the noose and wash the pills down the drain just to keep you safe. He'd tell you you were worth it and that you shouldn't give up yet.

When you got better, they told him to leave. He said you still needed him and that you weren't completely better yet. They gave him a bit longer, and you two were able to be normal friends. You'd have fights with each other, laughing and knowing that it was all for fun and you'd be friends after. You'd go flower picking and he'd make you flower crowns and call you a beautiful flower. You'd say that you loved each other but in a friendly way.

Time caught up again, though, and Rob still refused to return. He admitted that he loved you but not in a friendly way. He told them you not only needed him but he needed you. He got in trouble, but they gave in. They let him stay on Earth, but he wasn't allowed to come back. He accepted, saying he'd be happy with you anyway.

But he wasn't. As soon as you were all happy again, you left him. You didn't need him anymore now that you weren't in a deep dark spiraling hole of sadness. You made new friends and contacted your old ones. You didn't talk to him anymore, and you got a new girlfriend. Rob was the broken one now, and you weren't there to help him, were you?

They talked to him and pleaded for him to come back. They told him it wasn't worth it to stay there anymore, but he had it in his mind that you'd come back to him one day and you two would be together. They didn't want him to stay; it could break him, they thought. And they couldn't let the one that could fix anyone break.

And finally, against his protests, they dragged him back, but it was too late. He was crazed by the idea of you and the fact that you no longer cared for him or loved him, never had and never would. They wished they didn't, but they had to lock him up. They said there was nothing else they could do. They said they were incredibly sorry that that was Rob's end. But you know what they said next?

When someone hurt an angel, the devil comes after them.

So here I am, Preston.