CupHead OneShots

King Dice x Depressed! Reader

THIS WILL HAVE SO MANY TRIGGER WARNINGS THAT I MUST WARN YOU. I USALLY WONT DO THIS BUT THIS...HAS SO MANY. LIKE I'M SCARED THAT I CAN WRITE LIKE THIS BUT PLEASE KNOW WE LOVE EACH ONE OF YOUR FACES CAUSE YOU ARE SPECIAL IN YOUR OWN WAY

"Stupid Slut" Her harsh words ripped you up, you kept your head down. Out of everyone why you, you did nothing to deserve this. You got to your feet, rubbing the part of your face where she punched. You merely sighed, lowering your head like a beaten dog, you began to walk away but you mentally counted down, "3..2..1" On one she pushed you into the metal locker, denting the locker slightly, your vision hazy as you heard the groups laughter and the click of heels. They left, finally. The small group of onlookers went to their classes as you managed to get to yours. "Miss (L/n), what on earth happened to you?" The teacher said as she looked back from the board, pinning the whole classes eyes on you, it burnt. You didn't answer, but one girl did, (Bitchy Name). "She tried to beat me up in the hall, but I managed to turn the tables on her." She said, using her 'hurt' voice, whispers and gasps filled the room as the teacher tromped over, "Is that True?" She said in a teacherly way. You saw how (Bitch Name) looked at you, daring you to disagree. "...y-yeah i-it is..." You sighed as you saw one man ball his fist up. "Bullshit! (Y/n)'s to kind to hurt anyone!" "Mr. Dice quiet down this instant! (Y/n), principles office, now!" You nodded as you left the room, your one good eye meeting Dices then (Bitch Name) before leaving. Dice was probably the only person who stood by you, he would try to walk you to your classes and anywhere really since he knew that those bastards terrorized you daily but he couldn't always be there. You knew the principle wouldn't believe that you had started the fight, you would see him nearly every day with the same reason, 'I started a fight with (Bitch Name)', so this time he called in her to talk with you and him. She entered the room, 'tears brimming her eyes'. "Care to explain?" He grimaced as he sat in his chair. "It was horrible! I was walking to school and and she tried to beat me up!" She began, letting empty tears fall down her face as you sat there looking down. "I slammed her into a locker and ran off, I was shaking the entire time and I still am!" She wailed as she showed her hand, she was forcing it to shake. "Hmmm" He said, "I don't fully believe your story and since (Y/n) has politely refused to give me hers I'm holding both of you for detention all of this week." "What!?" She yelled as she jumped up, "Im the victim why am I being blamed?! She's the bully punish her not me! This isn't fair!" She wailed again acting like a child as you sat with your head down, your frizzy and broken (h/l) hair covering the tears that threaten to fall. "Miss (L/n) you can go back to class, I'm going to have a few more words with Miss Lawrence." You stood up putting your backpack on as you left the office, her eyes burning into your neck as the door shut. You quietly entered the class, but everyone's eyes were on you as you slinked to your seat, the last table far away from everyone else. You once sat with your friends, but as they grew more popular they abandoned you leaving you to sit alone. "All righty! Go on and chose your partners from this next project." The teacher said happily as she sat at her desk, kids stood up and moved to their partners, you sighed as you guessed you might have to do this by your self when a familiar silvery voice said, "My good ma'am, may I work with you on the project?" it had a butchered British accent as you laughed to yourself, "Sure Dice." Your voice very quiet and dead. (A dead voice is showing no emotion) Dice sat down, placing the paper in front of you both but he looked around before asking, "Why did you agree to starting the fight?" Your head dipped down slightly as you fought to speak, "Heh...you didn't see the look she gave me, did you?" You spoke as you filled in the first two answers in the packet, you pencil barely leaving a mark. Dice stood up, "Let me get a better pencil for you okay?" He went to his desk and fished around in his binder. "Listen her you slut! I have three weeks of detention because of you!" She spat as you flinched as she spoke, "You step on foot off of campus you're dead." She growled, nailing her nails into your arm before leaving. You were shaking as you looked at you once clean arm. Dice came back and saw the look on your face along with your glossy eyes. "Hey (n/n)? What happened?" You blinked rubbing your head, "N-nothing just thought of something really weird, lets just continue okay.." Dice looked hurt as you went to working on the packet

OKAY THIS GET REALLY TRIGGERING FROM HERE DOWN YOU ARE WARNED

The school bell rang, it was Friday and the principle let you out of detention early. You waited for Dice like usual but before he showed up, she and her gang did. You quickly sped down the road as you wanted to avoid them at all cost, somehow they ended up in front of you as you slid to a stop. "Well we warned you!" "Yeah you attention seeking whore!" "Surprised you haven't already killed yourself, that be the best next step for you." They chanted, kicking you breaking you down.

Slut!

Whore!

Useless!

Retarded!

Fat!

Bitch!

Disgusting Wreck!

Emo!

"...s..stop...p-please" You begged as they beat you down, blood pouring from your wounds and cuts. "Wait girls..Idea hold her down." (Bitch name) said as she fished in her pocket, she pulled out a small 1-inch exact-o-blade, Your eyes widened as you realized what she was going to do. You struggled against them as she pulled your sleeves up, then shredding them with the blade. Tears streamed down your face as you cried out in pain and defeat. The girls all laughed as they got up, they left you there as they all walked away. You were laying on the sidewalk, bleeding arms, broken everything. 'Why. Why you?' Your mind screamed as you heard a voice bouncing around in your head, "(Y/n)?! (Y/n).. Oh God!" You vision plunged to total darkness before you could match the voice with a person. You woke up in a hospital bed, large amounts of bandages wrapped your arms, an IV dripping slowly into your right arm, a nasal cannula on your face to help you breath. You were confused, '3:38? But wasn't it 4 something?' You thought as you saw a nurse walk in, Dice right at her side before he rushed to you, "Nurse can we have a moment..alone?" The nurse nodded as she closed the door and walked out, "(Y/n) what happened to you?" He asked quickly as he kissed your forehead, "I.I don't-" "Bullshit, these don't just spring out of nowhere. I want the truth, please." He said as he sat on the belaying your arm on his lap. Tear cascading down your face as you cried, "(Bitch Name) and her gang did this." You whimpered, Dice's eyes were filled with nothing but hate as he listened to you cry. He pulled you into a tight embrace before Dice pulled you into a very gentle, almost hesitant kiss. Your tears slowly came to a stop as you began focusing more on Dice and not the fact you're broken. Your eyes were closed making everything louder, the soft tick of the clock, the rustle of your bed sheets as Dice positioned himself to make you more comfortable, and each others soft breathing. Dice pulled away, your eyes slowly opened as you looked at Dice. His usual sly smile was replaced by a genuine loving smile. "I won't ever let her hurt you, I promise." You smiled, not a fake smile like most had received, a pure smile as you wrapped your arms around him, crying softly into his neck.

You both graduated that year and moved in with each other, but one night you crashed. Dice had to work the late hours so you were all by your self. You looked down at your arms in pure disgust, hating each one of those scars that whore left on you, tears flooded your eyes as something echoed in your head. "No one will miss you..You're just a emotional slut, go and kill yourself why don't you." Her voice echoed in your head, sending you father into your own depression. "n-no I'm not." You whimpered, the voice was relentless. Shaking you got to your feet, then you shakily pulled the dresser draw open. Your hand pulled out you hand gun, as tears fell from your eyes you heard Dice's voice as he entered the house. But he was to late, you sighed as you pulled the trigger, you fell to the floor blood pooling from your head. Dice raced up the stairs, and into your shared room. He fell to his knees, crying as he stared in horror at what laid in front of him. "No. No this isn't real, (Y/n) funny j-joke h-haha okay y-you can get up now." He said, his voice trying to convince him that this was just a twisted joke.

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OML I DONT KNOW WHY I WANTED TO BE DEPRESSING BUT GOD DAMN I HAD TO PAUSE A COUPLE TIMES I MIGHT NOT EVEN POST THIS BUT JESUS AHHHHH

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