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pity party

i'll cry until my pity party's in flames

It's June 4th and Troye is almost 18, a very anticipated age. With little pink ribbons and the sweetest cursive this almost legal adult sends invitations to every person in his small little town of Perth, Australia.  The party will be held the very next day, when Troye will finally be an independent man.

At least one person will show, he invited everyone. So what if he's the towns nut case? Someone has to take pity on him, don't they?

So Troye bakes a cake, seeing as his bedridden mother can't do it. With pastel blue frosting and white fluffy batter, Troye makes the most delicious cake he can.

Streamers of all different pastels are thrown over the walls, balloons, party hats. Troye loves party hats.

With the decorations done, Troye takes a seat on the couch where he'll open the presents he bought himself and smiles sweetly. This is finally it, the moment he's been waiting for ever since he can remember.

And he can't wait to see who joins him.
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It's June 5th and Troyes crying. His party, the one who's been dying for, is going horribly wrong.

It started this morning, while doing last minute preparations, his party act canceled on him. (that was okay though, he never really liked clowns anyway)

Then his mother puked all over his nice white slip on's and he was forced to change into black ones that do not match his pastel yellow floral dress.

Now it's already 12 and nobody's showed! Not a single soul. Troye doesn't let it get to him though, he just knows someone will.

When five pm rolls around he's given up all hope and as he pouts, sitting on the couch surrounded by toys he's already seen, feeling the tears well up in his eyes, he can't help but wonder why.

He's not crazy! Sure he's an introvert, and sure he acts like a five year old 90% of the time, but his mothers a cancer patient and they have no one else to help them. He can't just leave her behind! It's not like he kidnaps children or eats puppies on the weekend.

Searching for comfort, or something to make him cheery again, he grabs his baby doll from the loveseat and cradles it.

It doesn't help. He thinks of all the things he loves and what makes him happy.

Pink ribbons, toys, hugs, singing, his mom. Nothing works.

The layered cake sits on the coffee table before him and as tears stream down his face he realizes he forgot to write anything on the top. How embarrassing. Troye puts the doll on the couch and grabs the red icing from the kitchen and begins to feel in the blank, wiping some stray tears as he finishes.

happy birthday crybaby

With a sob, Troye brings one dainty fist down onto the deep colored words, smashing the top. Then he proceeds to sit it on the floor, where the clown was originally supposed to preform, and continues to punch it repeatedly. Every time his fist lifts, cake flies everywhere, and there'll definitely be a bruise when he's done.

When he finally pulls away, the cakes covered everything. Sticky on his hands, smushed into the fabric of his dress, some even in his hair.

In defeat, he lays on top of the sweet substance, hearing the disgusting squish. Then he continues to cry, his throat sore and his eye lids droopy. What did he do so wrong, that his 18th birthday has to go so horribly?
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It's June 6th and Troyes still laying in the cake he made two days ago, his fingers flinching every once in a while as he tries to picture what it would be like to die.

His door bell rings.

Slowly, Troye pulls himself off the floor and brushes some crumbs away, only to smear them more. He stumbles to the front door and opens it, sadness weighing on him.

He's greeted with bright green eyes and a childish smile.

"Hi! I hope I'm not to late." Troye tilts his head at the attractive boy.

"For what?"

"The party of course! What else?" Pity comes back to Troye as soon as this is said and he looks to the floor with a pout.

"It was yesterday, not that it was much of a party." he mutters but the boy hears. 

"What does that mean?" Troye sighs.

"No one showed up." His cheeks burn in embarrassment.

"Well, I'm here!" 

"But the party was-"

"Nonsense!" Connor smiles wider and seems to be unaware of Troyes ruined appearance and pretends not to notice when he slides off the black shoes, hoping such a beautiful boy won't see their ugliness.

"O-okay." And he lets him in.

Troye learns that the boys name is Connor and that unlike Troye, he's actually insane. He'd seen the cake on the floor and tasted it, he'd complimented his baby dolls outfit, and strapped a party hat to his head.

Troye watched with amused curious eyes as Connor sits in the middle of the smashed desert and rubs his hands together.

"lets start this pity party, shall we?"

Troye's glad nobody showed up.
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a/n

THIS WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER AND OUT YESTERDAY IF IT HADN'T DELETED ITSELF I AM SO ANGRY I COULD CRY WHICH I DID THANKS

also  I haTED REWRITING THIS but priorities

also 2.0 MY FRIEND Toy_Bonnie_FNaF2 GAVE ME A HARDDRIVE AND NOW I HAVE FNAF AND IM SCREAMING