Angst. Hoooo boy, angst. Don't read if you don't wanna get that weird feeling in your stomach.
You know, the sad one?
I have a headcanon that's gonna be the drive for this entire two parter. Yes, I deleted my other planned two-parter for this one. It's more interesting and angsty.
Also, trigger warning for later on in the chapter / two parter. Mainly self harm, and suicidal thoughts. And suicide attempts.
Enjoy~
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"Robbie Rotten?!" The kids exclaimed, shocked to find out the mailman they'd trusted with their mail was the town's own notorious villain.
Robbie sighed faintly and glanced down at the ground, disappointed that another one of his complicated plans failed miserably.
"Robbie always does this! Ugh, don't you have anything better to do??" Trixie huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Well, yes, yes I do, but I'd rather not tell you kids," Robbie sighed, beginning to walk away. The kid's voices became more distant after he was walking for a while. He jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
A small chuckle sounded from behind him. "I'm sorry, Robbie, I didn't mean to scare you," Sportacus smiled up at the villain, but his grin was quickly turned upside down.
"Robbie, is everything alright?" Sportacus asked worriedly. "Are you eating okay? Getting enough sleep?" He questioned, looking Robbie over a few times.
Honestly, no, Robbie hadn't been eating for a few days straight- and it was extremely hard for him to fall asleep at night, but, he didn't want to worry his... THE hero.
He'll never be my hero... As much as I want that, it will never happen. You're nothing compared to him. Robbie thought to himself, before sighing. "I'm okay. I'm just a bit mad I didn't get you kicked out of town, Sportaflop.
He returned to walking to his lair.
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(Insert demon kids here.)
A few hours later, Trixie and Stingy snuck over to Robbie's lair, snickering every once in a while. They knocked on the door until Robbie answered it.
He scoffed at the brats. "What is it?" He snapped. "I'm exhausted."
Trixie grinned. "We just came to tell you that you should probably leave town," She laughed.
Stingy chimed in with, "yeah, nobody wants you here! You're nothing to any of us. You're just ROTTEN."
After a few minutes of harassment, Robbie slunk down back into his lair, his heart stinging. He hated those brats way more than appropriate words could explain.
"They hate me.. I'm.. Not wanted here.. I should.." Robbie tried to shake away every negative thought he had, and blink away the tears gathering in his eyes, but that went as everything else he did went.
It failed.
Like waterfalls, Robbie's eyes began to leak tears as the kid's words repeated over and over in his head.
Robbie grabbed his hair and tugged on it, shaking furiously. "S-Stop it! SHUT UP." He snarled at no one, falling to the floor.
The voices continued nonetheless. Robbie let out a growl and stood, looking around shakily. His eyes wandered onto one of the many tables in the lair. There he saw what he was searching for.
A knife.
Robbie hastily walked over to it, before wrapping his fingers around the handle. He pressed the blade to his wrist, but hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest- so hard he could hear it above his thoughts. But the voices still rang through.
As Robbie dragged the knife down his wrist, the voices gave words of praise.
You won't bother anyone anymore.
You'll be dead, and they won't care.
It's a shame you won't be able to attend the party they'll have celebrating your death, though.
They'll probably have cake, you failure.
Robbie stared down at his arm, wincing when he saw a significant amount of deep cuts in his flesh. His vision began to blur, but he didn't know if they were from his tears of blood loss.
Nonetheless, he moved on to the next arm, not hesitating a second.
You're a worthless coward.
Sportaus doesn't even care about you.
You're worthless, and he knows it. He'll never love you. You're worthless and rotten, and that's all you'll ever be.
Robbie let out a strangled cry and forced the knife blade deeper into his arm. He sobbed hysterically, his vision beginning to darken. His knees shook, and he fell to the ground. Everything went black, and his breathing slowed drastically.
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"Robbie...?!"
To Be Continued
