Adopted... by... WHO?! Eddsworld X Depressed Child Reader

So imma start a new book!

So imma start a new book soon... that's it... also this chapter has some triggers... so if stuff like making yourself vomit, and cutting bothers you, just skip this chapter...
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3rd Person POV
As Y/n woke up from her slumber, she smelt a smell she hadn't smelt in a long time. "Bacon!?" She wondered to herself as she jumped out of bed, slammed the door open, and rushed down the stairs faster than Sonic the f***ing hedgehog... she tripped and face planted in the kitchen... (F for Y/n) "Um... are you ok, Y/n?" The mother in green asked the smoll child. She gave a thumbs up as she slowly got off the floor and snatched (the weave) a piece of bacon from the plate. Y/n walked into the living room and flopped down onto the couch. (Everybody Do The Flop! *Flops on Face*) "Hey, Mc.My Chemical Romance!" A familiar Norwegian accent said as it made its way into the kitchen. "Hey, Rasputin! How was Russia?" She said while singing Rasputin. The red wearing boy rolled his eyes and pushed her off the couch and sat down.
Y/n's POV
Oof, that hurt! Ringo came up to me and started licking my face and rubbing against me to make sure I'm ok. I smile slightly and pet her. She soon starts to purr and I pick her up and sit back on the couch next to Tord. "Hey, Tord?" I ask "Mmhm?" I take a deep breath... here goes nothing, I see he's taking a drink of water, perfect time! "What's Hentai?" I ask 'innocently'. He spits out his water so it lands on Ringo. Ringo jumps up and starts running for safety. "W-Well... u-um... it's kinda l-li-like... uuuuummmm!!!" He stutters while trying to explain, I start dying. "I already know what it is! Oh, lord!!! Help me! Call 911/999!!! Life alert, I've fallen and I can't get up!" I saying while gasping for air.
/Time skip brought to you by my anxiety •w•/
Well, mama Edd scolded me... it was worth it though, but the voices in my head seemed to disagree. "Look what you did! You b***h! They'll for sure abandon you now! They don't feel sympathy for your pathetic a**!!! Worthless! Nothing! DIE!!! DIE!!! DO IT DO IT DO IT!!!" I 'smile' at Edd and tell him I won't do it again, he nods and walks back to the kitchen to finish cooking. I walk to the bathroom and shove 2 fingers down my throat, I get the result I want, which is a toilet full of bile and digested food. I then walk to my room and lock my door. "Ok... let's see... so far today you have to do... hm... 20 slashes..." The voice says as I pull out my exacto-knife. As I slide the piece of metal across my arm, the crimson red starts pouring out of the cut. I do this about 15 times before I start to feel lightheaded. "You only have 5 more to go! You weakling!!! Hurry up and finish it, wrap yourself up and pretend nothings wrong!" I slash the metal across my arm 5 more times, patch my arms up, and lay down on my bed. I shove my pillow over my face as I scream. The sound is muffled so it sounds extremely quiet. I throw my pillow across my room, and lay down without anything covering me. I fall asleep due to the lack of nutrition, and sleep.
Tord's POV
As I'm walking by Y/n's room, I can hear a muffled scream, I decide that's it's probably a spider or something. As I head to the bathroom, a smell enters my nose and causes me to scrunch my face up. As I walk into the bathroom, the smell is the strongest it's been, I gag a little as I look into the toilet and see vomit and tons of bile. "Oh, Y/n... why?" I know it was her... everyone else is downstairs. I flush the toilets and spray air freshener around the room before leaving and walking to Y/n's room. I knock on the door and get no answer. I try again, still no answer. I then take a Bobby Pin and try to unlock the door. After I hear a small 'click', I open the door and see gauze, a small blood stain, and a exacto-knife on the floor. I let out a sad sigh. I then see Y/n sleeping without a blanket, a pillow, or a sheet. I pick her up and look at her arms, they're all torn up, but she did a good job cleaning the injuries. My eyes start to water as I lay her back down and put a pillow under her head and a blanket over her petite body. I then walk out of the room to tell Edd what happened. I wipe my eyes as I step into the kitchen and see Edd, Tom, and Matt sitting at the table. "Hey, Edd?" I say to get his attention. "What's wrong, Tord?" I sigh. "Can I speak to you... in private?" His eyes widen. "Oh, yes of course!" He says as he gets up and follows me into the hallway. I lower my voice so no one else can hear us. "So, you know how Y/n has anxiety and depression, right?" He nods, now paying full attention. I sigh and my eyes start to water. "Y-Yeah... well ab-about that... s-She.." I start to cry because it feels like I failed her. "W-woah! Tord, it's ok! Tell me what's wrong and we can fix it together!" Edd says while rubbing my back, trying to calm me down. I take a shaky breath. "Well, wh-when I went i-into the bath-bathroom... there was v-vomit in the t-toilet... and when I-I went to ch-check in Y-Y/n... I s-saw she tore h-her ar-arms up w-with a-a kn-knife!" I whisper as I hug Edd and weep into his shoulder. "Wait! She did what?!" He whisper-shouts. "Y-Yeah..." I say while crying still.
Edd's POV
I'm shocked by this news of Y/n, I knew she didn't have the best life, but it leading to this? It must've been worse than I thought... "H-Hey, we'll figure this out and help her, ok Tord?" Tord looks up at me with glossy eyes and nods. (Cause he a short bean... but we shorter UwU) I go up to Y/n's room and knock on the door. She shifts in her sleep, so I walk up to her and examine her injuries. They're pretty deep cuts, but luckily none of them need stitches. So I disinfect the cuts, and put fresh bandages on them. As I'm going back down the stairs, I see Tom and Tord talking about Y/n. "So, she's gotten worse?" Asks Tom and Tord nods and continues crying. I see Tom start to rub Tord's back while saying that Y/n's going to be ok and that all we do is have to help her. And he's right, we have to do something to help her, not make her worse. We should give her a bit of space, maybe see a therapist, but I doubt she'll agree to that, and try to make her comfortable. And maybe she'll get well. Hopefully.
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Oof I'm back and I'm not a snack :') anyways... I hope you enjoyed this chapter!!! I have school today and it's 4:00 in the morning *Gives shaky thumbs up* yaaaaaay!!!
My friend (Sara): Peyton, you've got to get more sleep!
My friend (Hannah): Yeah, your eyebags look like Aizawa's...
Sara: *Nods in agreement*
Me: uuuuugh I will .... next year! Ok I hope y'all enjoyed and I'll see ya on the flip side! This is Author~Chan signing out! Buh~Bye!!!!
(Word count my dudes... 1341 words)