Mech-X4 One-Shots

A Spyder's Tear

Given to me by Susz13

This may be triggering for some of us. But please don't leave hate comments or things like that.

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Spyder :

Stupid.....

One cut, two pill.....

Pathetic.....

Two cuts, two more pills......

Ugly....

Three cuts, two more pills......

Deadweight.....

Four cuts, two more pills.....

Unwanted.....

Five cuts, two more pills.....

And so on.....

And so on.....

I started to feel light-headed by the twelfth pill or so and the pain in my arms was going numb.

I just wanted everything to be over. But when.......when did all this start. The cutting, pills, the nights I sat up silently crying my eyes out into the coolness of my pillow.

Though I may never get the answer to that life long question. Though in a few minutes it won't matter if I ever get that answer or not. The walls started to spin and my vision was getting dark.

"S-s-see I c-c-can be u-useful." I bitterly chuckled at my statement. Before I let darkness consume me.

[24 hours earlier]

"DAMMIT SPYDER, CANT YOU AIM!! " Mark shouted as the robot was thrown back, causing the crew to hit the walls and for ryan to be thrown around in the sling like a rag doll.

"I'm sorry, my bad" I mumbled. Crawling back to my station, trying to ignore the headache I was getting from hitting the wall so hard. I'm sure, I'll have bruises by morning.

"SORRY, DOESNT CUT DINGGOUS! " why does he call me those mean names. I get it, I'm stupid and useless, there's no need to remind me. He's always hated me, what did I ever do to him.

Clawbon punched the robots sides repeaditly, each time ryan screamed out in pain. I yelled for Harris to put up the shields, but it was to late. Clawbon, smashed one of his claws through the helmat and ryan's head flung back. Blood gushing from his nose.

"HARRIS GET US OUT OF HERE! " Mark yelled

Harris didn't hesitate to turn on the robots autopilot and get us back to base. Once we arrived, mark ran and got ryan out of the sling. From all the blood coating his lips, chin, neck, and shirt. You could easily tell his nose had been broken. I rushed from my station, along with harris. He didn't look any better close up, his nose was in a weird 'U' shape, there were pieces of bone sticking out, and his eyes were half open.

"O-oh my god! R-rayn I'm so sorry!" He didn't reply, well not fully anyway. Mostly just grunts and whimpers. Mark, was looking dead at me. I could feel it, even though I wasn't making eye-contact.