Ross...Ross had already known he was "skinny" but somehow that wasn't enough for his dark little mind.
No matter what people said or told him, he just didn't think he was thin enough.
Arin would always say how pretty he was and how adorable he was, how cute he was, or how sexy his body was when the taller male was fucking the Ausie into the sheets. He would always tell Ross to eat more and drink plenty of liguids because of how thin he was.
Ross couldn't believe him.
To Ross, being thin was like paper. You had to be paper thin and beyond pretty for people to like you. That's why Ross started wearing more suits and classy clothes so more people would like him.
Arin hated it. Arin missed his healthy weight Ausie. The one who was sadistic and funny, the one who wore jeans, converse, t-shirts, and sweatshirts. It hurt the male everyday.
Arin had to walk around with this emptiness as he knew his lover was fading away.
And that's...that's why Arin and all the other Grumps were sitting in front of a camera with a picture of Ross on a table near them. Tears were falling from their eyes as they talked about their lost friend, what days there weren't gonna be new videos uploaded because they were going to his funeral.
But...Ross had got his wish in the end. He was thin and covered in blood, like paper with a beautiful drawing spred across it.
