WARNING: Possible Triggers (I'm being serious)
Your POV
Almost like they could read your mind,
You were suddenly thanked tenfold, you trying to wage them off has you went to grab something to drink, Nightmare and Freddy following you to the kitchen.
"Thank you again, for bringing him home safely. He just got so worried...." Freddy murmured, rubbing the back of his head.
"It's fine." You responded, simply. "Everything's alright!"
"Thanks," He said, before, to himself, awkwardly leaving the room to check on the Freddles and others.
"You sure it's alright? We don't want you hurt, darlin'," Nightmare purred slightly, moving to lean on the counter next to you, seeming genuinely concerned at the same time has over protective and possessive.
First time out here in the real world why now--
"I said it's all alright, so, I'm fine!" You gave him a smile, friendly, trying to be nothing more.
"You sure?"
"Yea, why wouldn't I be?" You chuckled slightly, forced, patting your chest. "I am myself!
"That's exactly why I gotta ask, darlin'. I'm not in your head right now," Nightmare softly singsonged in response, waving hand like an orchestra conductor a moment.
"You should sing more." You jumped to the nearest topic you could think of, just to get away from the current conversation.
"Maybe I will if you tell the truth,"
"I am!" You defended, trying not to get aggravated or to start crying.
Why are those your two moods it seems like?!
Crybaby.
"(Y/n),-"
"Nightmare," You cut in, before he could continue, quite curtly. "So what if I'm lying? That's not your business. I'm fine."
"I want you to be happy.
And fine. And without much worry.
That makes it my business, darlin'."
"Not until I let it be your business," You growled slightly, knowing you were probably fucking up something good for yourself, but before giving yourself or him any time to fix or mend it, even in the slightest, you turned on your heel, stalking out.
There you go again, fucking up a good thing that was going good, going, going, and look, GONE!
You had no words for the thoughts in your head, instead going to your room, ignoring everyone else and locking yourself away, glancing around before grabbing your small would-have-been make up bag out of your school bag, going and hiding in your closet, getting your phones flashlight set before opening the bag.
You know they won't care. Long has you can walk and talk, they won't care.
Nightmare won't care anymore either.
You ditched him so good!
Good job!
Just so they'd shut up, you groped into the back, biting your lip to keep from whining has your hand made contact with a blade.
Ooh, yeah, that will completely turn him off from you, perfect, got to make sure he's completely gone.
I mean, he can't actually like you, look at that mangy (h/c) hair, and those eyes, look like vomit.
You slowly pulled your hand out, pulling the blade with it. Tears stinging your eyes, you stared down to it for a few seconds before letting out a muffled yell and throwing the razor farther into your closet, letting the tears spill down over your cheeks, forcing yourself not to make much more sounds.
You just threw away your only friend. They were always there for you.
How could you have done that.
Imagine what it must feel like.
You just threw it away.
Like so many have to you-,
You moved, scrambling after the razor, cutting your fingers on it again has you picked it up, shoving it back into the make up bag, grabbing the band aides and covering the small yet plentiful cuts on your fingers.
Wait till he hear's this story, then the only thing you heard in your mind was laughing.
They were all laughing at you.
So pathetic.
You didn't mean anything.
You were nothing...
You cried yourself to sleep that night, curled up in the bottom of your closet.
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