DEH & BMC x Reader

Don't Hurt Yourself (Squip x Self-Harm! Suicidal! Reader)

Alright, Rich. I got your fucking squip thing.

You had your doubts about Rich's claims that this green tic-tac could help you. He had approached you the day you came back to school after being in the hospital for a week. A suicide attempt with deep slits on your wrists that had begun to scab over. Your classmates avoided you, some stared, some even glared but Rich came up to you causally. He told you to meet a guy named Rack and that he could help you.

You took another swing of Mountain Dew as you sat in your bedroom. You felt antsy and fidgety: your knee bouncing and fingers tapping on the comforter to prove so. Then you felt a shock. A piercing, mind shaking shock that made you straighten up instantly.

Host located. Please excuse some mild discomfort.

A voice is in my mind?!

Yes, (Y/N) (L/N). The voice is your SQUIP. Now hold still.

Before you could say something more your whole body froze as pain intruded, you felt like you were going to scream from the unbearable pain rippling through your body. All you could do was scrunch your eyes shut as tight as possible; but then... the pain was gone as soon as it had arrived. When you opened your eyes you jumped backwards on the bed.

A face was right in front of yours once your eyelids unlocked. But not a normal face. It was pale, had a smirk on it's lips, and sparkling electric blue eyes. He didn't dangerous though so you slowly find yourself pulled towards him; he was staring at you with a smirk and then he stuck his hand out. You were hesitant to take it but as you did he spoke up.

"Hello, (Y/N) (L/N). I am your Squip."

"Hi..." You reply slowly.

He chuckles, "There's no reason to feel nervous. I already know quite a bit about you."

Your eyes widened. So did he know... your eyes flicker to your arm but they quickly go back to look at your new mentor. But he didn't notice and continued to explain what he was and how he was going to help you.

Later that night though you weren't so lucky. It was time for you to change into sleeping clothes and that meant taking off your sweatshirt. The thing was, you and your Squip had actually grown curious with each other the past few hours and had quickly taken a liking to each other. Maybe you could just slip it off quickly or get drunk or- no, there was no way around it, he would see them. The bandages and cuts, which you had to clean before bed, would be revealed.

Without anymore thought you yanked the sweatshirt off and waited for your Squip to say something. But, he doesn't. Instead you watch as he silently pixilates in front of you with sad eyes and a frown. He slowly walks over to you and grabs your bandaged wrists in his hands, his eyes rake acorss your arms, seeing many old and new scars.

"Why would you do this to yourself?" He asks.

Your eyes water. "It's different for everyone."

He looked down at you firmly, "Please don't hurt yourself."

Your Squip pulls you cloer so his arms wrap around you for comfort. He lets out a wairy sigh and mumbles about missing it in his program and other things like that. Small tears drip down your cheeks. You were sure your Squip would hate you and find you as a waste of time for his help.

Instead, he helped clean your battle scars and held you firmly until you fell asleep. Your last thought before drifting off was:

Thanks, Rich.

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A/N

I am working on requests but I wanted to do this as a kind of filler but oh well, I liked writing it. I thought it had a cute ending.

K, bye. I'm exhausted.