"Something's Out of the Ordinary" [Slendytubbies/Teletubbies AU?]

If Walls Could Talk...

Warning: self-harm fetish.

Tinky Winky's POV: 

As we sat on the couch together, we stay quiet for a while watching tv. I didn't really enjoy the show Dipsy was watching because I'm not a fan of television. I tried to make myself comfortable on the couch by clenching my legs together and putting my hands on my knees like a little girl would do but I flinched a little because I tend to move a lot when I'm sitting down. 

Dipsy slowly turns around to me with a firm expression. 

"Tinky," Dipsy snarled, "Stop moving, dammit..." 

I whispered "sorry" too many times as my legs began to shake like rattles. I squint my eyes shut and look down to the floor so I can't see his face.

"Uh, the hell is with you? Why you're shaking your boots?" said Dipsy, who sounded uncomfortable. 

I didn't say nothing as I can't stop shaking. It's like an endless loop that cannot be stopped. I don't know what makes me shake rapidly. I don't know why I'm shaking. 

Finally, I answered, "N-No, I'm fine!" as I opened my eyes and give him a nervous smile to reassure that I'm fine. 

Dipsy tilts his head a little, having a smug look on his face and said, "Are you sure?" 

"Y-Yea." I nodded, not making eye contact with him again. I could feel sweat pouring down from my head as I was looking down. 

Before I can say anything, Dipsy put his hand on my shoulder, wanting me to look at him. I gulped and glanced at him. 

"Hey," Dipsy said in a soft voice, "Say, am I being  too harsh on you?..."

I shook my head and frowned, "Well, to be honest, you're really not..."

Dipsy's ears go up a bit but quickly go down and he rub his head a little while looking away. "I mean— I'm just worried about you today...and I just wanted to make sure that I didn't really hur—" 

"I thank you for your concern..." I smiled weakly while sounding low. "But, I guess you have better things to do." 

 "But that's not what I mean! I'm just worried that I might fuck things up like every time!" 

"Dipsy," I said calmly as I got up, "No need to express your concerns about me...I don't really matter." 

I mindlessly walk out of the living room, leaving Dipsy speechless. I didn't look back at him when I'm walking towards my room. I didn't know why I had the audacity to cut him off. I just felt like he doesn't need to worry about him. 

Before I could turn the doorknob, I turned around to see Noo-Noo behind me with a friendly smile like always. I sighed sadly and put on a fake smile. 

"Hey, Noo-Noo..." I said. 

"Hey there, Tinky...say, did you take my advice?" He asked. 

"Yea...I'm just going to my room to get something."

"Oh really?" He smiled, "Well, you better change out of these clothes and I already cleaned your room."

I giggled lightly as he starts to walk away. I turned the doorknob, open the door, and I saw how neat my room is. Papers are stacked neatly against my desk, my books were in the bookshelf, like they supposed to be, and my pens and pencils were inside my drawer. To be honest, I didn't really care but I was thinking about grabbing a different book, so I walk to my drawer, opened the third slot to see a bunch of random knives that I used to collect. 

I then grab a random knife that has a sharp edge that can easily cut flesh like paper. 

Do I regret?  Maybe. 

Do I want someone to see me cutting myself? No.

My skin is like paper, so I don't have to worry. 

Before I start, I go ahead and close my door and lock it, and I switch the lights off. I sat down on my small bed and put my knife to the side so I can pull my sleeves up. Once my sleeves are up, I line my left arm up and straight as my right hand pick the knife up and align it with my left arm. 

I lower the tip of the blade to my arm and slowly make a long cut close to my wrist. I squint my eyes shut and bit on my lip as I add another cut on my arm, which is so deep that I let out a soft moan. It felt so amazing and I kept making cuts, pleasuring myself. My moans keep increasing as I make more cuts. 

God, it felt amazing. 

It's like the choice if you want to make yourself have an orgasm without having sex. 

Drool dribbled out from my mouth as I had my tongue out when I used the knife to make one deep cut on the lower part of my arm. It makes me moan louder, stuffing my own mouth with my own saliva. 

As my left arm with covered with cuts, I switch it with my right arm. Now my left hand was holding the knife and I did the same to my right arm. 

Now I just want to feel how amazing it is when I was punished.

I lift my head up and cried in pleasure as I make more cuts on my right arm. I didn't care if I hurt my arms. I just want to feel it. I didn't care if someone could hear me right now. 

After I cut myself, I go and change out of my pajamas to my everyday clothes, which is a long sleeve shirt and black jeans. I put my knife back to where it was. I grab my purple jacket that was light and wore it just in case blood appears on my sleeves. 

I walk to the door, unlock it, and opened it. I then walk out of my room quickly as someone was about it to see me. 

I went to the kitchen to grab my book that was sitting on the counter before I can go back to my room to grab my red purse. When I get the two things that I needed, I quietly went outside, using the back door which is located at our kitchen. 

{OK, this is the second part!} 

{I'm sorry if it triggers you. But I must warn you that this chapter could have unhealthy addictions as a fetish.}

{If you want a third part, then wait patiently because I had to take my time wisely while writing chapters and I don't want my motivation to die quickly.}