Crankiplier oneshots

Hold on

Heya, so I got an idea for this when I was driving to my dads, and I remembered it so I figured it would be a good one.

⚠️ Warning ⚠️
There will be talk of suicide and depressive thoughts, also mean slang so if any of you are subjective to this, I would suggest finding something else to read... you've been warned シ

Ethan knew what he had to do... he couldn't take it any more, he couldn't take waiting for that "dreadful day" everyone talks about, 'who knows when that will happen it could be years till I'm dead' so he decided to take matters into his own hands...

Ethan's had this plan for a while now, he knew he wanted to die and fate wouldn't let that happen any time soon, so he got in his car and braced himself for the worst. He drove to a familiar traffic light, one that caused him so much pain, one that drove (ha I'm funny guys) him to the state he is today... the one that killed his parents.

Everything came rushing back to him. The screaming, the crying, the blood, the agony of losing your parents at 15. It's been 3 years since that day and he spent every day of those 3 years wishing he could join his family. And after his brother Andrew committed suicide he figured he might as well join them, then they'd finally be together again, even if that meant dying.

This was his chance, he was in front of the red light, cars were passing by, all he had to do is press his foot into the peddle and everything would be over, all his worries, gone. All his pain, gone. Everything he doesn't have, gone. His life was in his hands, his future on the line, everything if he just pressed down on that peddle... and he did.

He closed his eyes and pressed his foot into the peddle as hard as he could zooming through. But nothing happened, he felt the car jerk forward... but nothing happened, everything was fine. He slowly opened one eye to see cars swerving out of the way, he avoided all of them... "how... HOW! The one thing I want to do I can't, why can't I just die... please, please just let me die" he said lowering his voice to a soft whisper as he pulled to the side of the road when he heard a siren. "Fuck, fuck fuck fuck". Ethan whisper screamed, slamming his head on the steering wheel. He stayed there until he heard a knock on the window, he took a deep breath before rolling it down. "Uh you do know that you just speeded and ran a red light, you could've killed-" the officer stopped when he looked down and saw his state. "Could've killed who... me? Well that's all I was planning on doing and I couldn't even do it, a fucking worthless fag, who can't do anything right, that's all I'll ever be, just let me die, please, please officer I didn't mean to hurt anyone but myself, just let me die" he started to cry uncontrollably, his words piercing him more than any other ever could. "You... you wanted to k-kill yourself?" He said softly, as if he would start crying as well. "Of course, why wouldn't I, everyone I've ever loved is fucking dead, why not join them, my family... my brother" he said softly, his words slightly cracking due to his small sobs in between each word. "I'm sure you have some people who care about you, your teachers, your friends..." he said trying to reassure the small kid. "Oh that's real funny, you think I have friends, you think my teachers cared about me, I was the kid who got beat up by multiple people every day, and when I went to the teachers, they fucking took their side, they said a fag like me didn't deserve help, that I deserved to suffer, that I would never find happiness or love being gay, that nothing I ever did would matter, and to top it all off, I came back from school bruised and scarred to an empty house, with nothing but memories from my past. So I gave up, after 3 years of staying strong for the one person who loved me, the one reason why I pushed myself to get to where I am today, and he killed himself, my brother, killed himself after everything I did for him, after everything I went through over the past 3 years, he gave up... so I decided it was time for me to too" he just looked down, and avoided eye contact, his eyes widened after he realized that he just said everything to a complete stranger, who probably didn't care either, he couldn't say or do anything to help, no one could, he was just helpless, and the only solution to his problems would be death, or so he told himself.

"I... I had no idea, I'm so sorry, I have no idea what your going through right now, and I know I never could, but I'm here for you... uh what's your name?" He sounded really genuine, which made Ethan confused. "Uh it's Ethan, why? Why do you want to help me..." he looked at his name tag and tried to pronounce it as best he could "uh mr fisch-bach?" Ethan stuttered definitely pronouncing it wrong. He just chuckled at the cute boy in front of him. "You can call me Mark" he said with a smile, his chestnut eyes had so much light behind them, it gave Ethan hope, they stayed there for a bit looking into each other's eyes till Ethan broke the silence. "Uh huh yeah uh Mark gotcha" he said turning away to hide his blush that formed across his cheeks. Mark chuckled again at Ethan, god his laugh is so hot... wait, what. "You're cute, ya know that?" Mark blushed at his words, he couldn't believe he just said that. "I am not" Ethan said blushing even more, trying to keep back a smile, Mark chuckled again. "Ethan, huh... a cute name for a cute boy" he giggled, he couldn't help it, he was too cute. "Ya know that's probably the only time anyone's ever said that about me so thanks" this made Mark frown, he felt so bad for the little guy, and to go through so much at such a young age, he couldn't blame him for attempting suicide. "I'll tell you what Ethan, I'll give you my number that you can text or call anytime, if you give me something in return" he knew Ethan would be interested, considering he had no friends. "Oh yeah, and what's that, I don't have a lot" He stammered, trying not to seem to excited about it all. "Promise me you won't kill yourself, stay alive and let me show you you're worth something, and whenever those thoughts come back, think of me, text me, call me, and I'll be there for you Ethan" he really wanted to help him, he didn't know why, but he just did, he had a strange feeling about this one. "But why... why would you do that for me?" His sincerity, hurt Mark but he pushed through. "Because I like you, I got a feeling about you Ethan, just trust me on this ok?" He asked he hoped Ethan would agree. "... ok" he finally said over which seemed like minutes to respond. "So we have a deal Ethan?" Mark asked. "Yeah, we do Mark" he gave him a weak smile, before starting the car back on. "Hey drive safely Ethan, I mean it" Ethan laughed. "Thanks mom, I'll text you when I get back" he giggled to himself, it was the first time he laughed in years, and boy did if feel good.