FNAF Boyfriend/Girlfriend Scenarios

Marionette: How you met

[Warning this chapter's backstory is a extremely depressing and really morbid so make sure not to read this if you are feeling down or are rather sensitive to the subject of depression/self-harm/suicidal thoughts, and make sure to only read if your at least 10 years old (or older)]

Y/N's pov:

The loud sound of raged filled aurguing echoed across the hall all the way to your room. Scrutching up holding your knees in desperation you started crying silently from past traumatizing memories that flashed into your mind. The yelling only got louder by the second, and as it did it only increased your depression and self-blame. To your despair the yelling was so loud you could easily hear your parents voices cristle clearly, and you could tell they were fighting over your depression. The reason they often fought about your depression so often was that you and your Mom both struggled through depression, but your father only saw you two as a nusince because of it. A low gruffier voice, which you recognized as your father, remark sharply in annoyance, "Stop babying y/n already! You think it helps, but it doesn't for its a stupid ### idea! For Pete sake how dumb can you possibly be m/n (Your Mom's birth name)?!" 

 A high pitch voice filled with pain and pure rage, which you recognized as your mother's, replied just as sharply back, "How dare you speak to and even dare treat your spouse and daughter/Son that way, like you see us more worthless than trash! Do you not see how much your so called 'straight forward tactic' or should I say apathetic and heartless ###### abusive ways are effecting our daughter!? You alkways push us aside and show no empathy whenever our depression is so bad that we start feeling suicidal, and it only makes us more depressed because of it! You selfish #######, how heartless can you be! Maybe you should be more empathetic and then our child's depression could finally get better for once!"

 For a few seconds you only heard your father burst out in a snicker of disdain and disbelief in response. Then your father yelled in rage letting out the worst insukt he could conjure, "Why in the world should I give you two even the slightest pitty when all you do is lazily lie in your own sorrow and ###### self pity! You two are honestly the laziest ####### I've ever had to deal with, honestly if your both going to be such a worthless waste of space who can't do any ###### thing right, why don't you kill yourself so I wont have to deal with the likes of you two!?"

 That last insult from your father felt like someone stabbing you is the heart repeatedly and laughing in pure joy as you slowly died. The last bit of hope you had vanished in an instance, but to your dismay the insulting words kept repeating itself within your own mind until you felt like you were going to finally snap. Your eyes seemed to ran out of any more tears to shed as you numbly stared at the wall for what seemed like hours Almost on instinct you walked in your bathroom and locked the door behind you. Grabbing your emergancy phone you plugged your head phones in and blasted your music as loud as you coukd in desperation to drown out the voices around you. Then pulling out the cabinet drawer you pulled out a slightly blood stained knife, and before you knew it you were hesitantly holding it against the viens on your arm. 

 Part of your last remaining logic was screaming at you to stop, but the overbearing self-hatred kept shadiwing your every thought. You slowly pulled up your long sleeves from your shirt revealing multiple long red gashes and deep purple recent guides all over your arm. Without a second though as if her own self-hatred was controling here she found herself cutting the veins in her arm repeatedly. Used to the pain and the physical pain being nothing to compared to the self-hearted and emotional pain she didnt even barely feel the sudden sharp sting in her arm. Blood started pouring out of her veins leaving a trail of blood in her sink. The cuts got deeper by the second until they was barely strong enough to even move. The deoression urged her to cut herself sone more until she died, but finally fear struck her as y/n realised what she was doing stopping her from continuing.