Descending into madness

In a world of my creation

//content warning: self harm, abuse//
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Oncie jumped at the sound of an indescribable voice, but yet it was vaguely familiar.
"W-who's there..?" He said, slightly trembling in reaction to the stranger.
"Oh Oncie, can't you tell? It's me, or I should say.." the figure said, coolly as he stepped out of the obscured doorway. 
"It's you." The man said bluntly, revealing his appearance. He dawned a dark and light green striped suit, with long coattails, green gloves that went past his elbows, and a top hat with a satin ribbon around it.
Oncie stood up in his pajamas, facing him.
"You can't be me, I'm me, and.." he trailed off, room spinning with vertigo and utter confusion.
"It's not impossible." He said, edge to his voice as he backed away from the door frame.
"If you are me, then how are you here?" He questioned, still shaking horribly at the imposters presence.
"Calm down, I'm only here to tell you not to follow my path, don't continue mass producing the thneed, it'll only end up in self destruction." The clad man said, taking his hat off and setting it by the table, looking down, lost in thought.
"What do you mean, what happens? You look horrible.." Oncie said, lip quivering, anxious to know why he had looked so miserable.
It'll only end up in self destruction.
Oncie walked over to the green suited boy, wanting to console him, being the kind hearted man he was, as soon he took a step forward, he vanished, faded away. He took a step backwards and he reappeared. His breath hitched.
"How did you just- disappear like that.?" He said, finding his breathing spiking and panicking.
"Don't continue doing this. Unless someone like you cares a whole lot, nothing is going to get better, it's not." The man murmured, clear to see tears welling in his eyes before fading out of sight, Oncie covered his face with his hands, trembling at what he had seen.
Was that real?
He walked over to the table where he had set his top hat down, and found it was gone as well.
"What the fuck is happening to me?" He cursed at himself, running his hands in his hair, pulling some of it out, pacing out around the room. He found himself on the verge of tears, eyes brimming, and his face going red as he paced faster, breathing increasing to a point where he could hardly get a grip on his surroundings. He heard the door creak open. The orange guardian stood before him.
"Beanpole-" the rest of his words slurred as Oncie felt the world fade around him, crashing to the floor, world going black, as he saw the Lorax hover over him, yelling indescribable words, face twisting.
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"Worthless piece of shit son I have." His mother retorted, looking at the teenager dead in the eyes.
"I. AM. DOING. MY. BEST." He yelled in her face, having enough of her harsh words.
"AND WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU ARE BEING HELPFUL WHEN ALL YOU DO IS YELL AND COMPLAIN." He said, backing up an arms length away.
"Don't you dare talk back to me." His mother said, ice in her voice. She pushed him back, slugging him in the face, blood pouring out of his nose as his vision creaked and went blurry.
"I just wanted to be accepted.." he mumbled, before seeing his brothers approaching.
"How dare ya talk to yer mother like that?" Chet said, in his horrid country accent. Before stomping over and kicking his almost lifeless body, helpless to fight back.
"That ought to teach him a lesson, Come on Bret and Chet, my favourite sons in the world, i made brownies." She said, voice changing to soft and sweet as they had paced away from Oncie, bleeding and shaking on the floor.
He strained to pull himself off the ground and limped over to the washroom, to find his face cracked and bleeding profusely. He grabbed tissues and held them to his nose, in an effort to stop the blood.
"I can't fucking to do this anymore." Oncie strained through his teeth, flinching in pain.
"I've been bullied, ridiculed for how I look, I've never had a real friend, all they did was leave. All I know is abandonment." He said, tears welling up in eyes, spilling over as he sobbed, tears mixing with the blood. He was a mess, breaking down as he walked toward the washroom cabinet. He had alcohol stored in there, hidden from his parents. He poured a cupful, drinking it all, tossing the cup down to the floor, breathing heavily as the alcohol entered his bloodstream almost instantaneously. He opened the drawers and found his old friend, a small razor blade he pulled from a sharpener.
"Fuck it, I'm done."  He exasperated, as he took it to his wrists, breathing hitching as the room spun, the blood from his nose dripping down to the floor, in spots.
"I'm sorry." And with that, he slashed his wrist downwards, room fraying away from him, as he saw a gash opening, blood rapidly spilling from it, as he yelled out in pain, holding his wrist, crumbling to the floor, world fading away.
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"Oncie! Wake up, what happened? Beanpole!" He sat up, rubbing his head, looking around to see the Lorax with a very frightened, worried expression.
"Augh.. my head.." he flinched, feeling waves of pain radiate throughout his body.
"You didn't see him? The green suited man?" He said, rapidly, utter disorientation.
"What are you talking about? There was no one in here, I only heard you.. talking to yourself..?" The Lorax said, a confused expression of his own sweeping over his face.
Oncie's face twisted in horror. He wasn't real. He knew it.
"Oncie.. Oncie.. I'm over here.." he heard the mans voice again, whispering in the back of his mind. He was outside the tent, and he swiftly sprung up, running outside, looking for him wildly, wanting to know the future.
"Where are you damn it?!" He said, frustrated
The man reappeared, standing by a tree some 20 yards away.
"I told you to relax, I'm not gonna hurt you. I am real, that fraud doesn't know what the hell he's talking about."
"Relax, relax?!" He retorted, face scrunching up as he remembered himself blacking out in shock.
"Dont continue this, don't destroy this beautiful environment.." The man said, slowly fading away as he felt hands on his shoulders, frozen in shock.
"It will only lead to your downfall.."