(Completed (mainly) The DSAF'S Book Of Randomness 2

You Are Perfect Sportagine

AN- This was requested by EbolaBoii. I realized that other than the Fluffshot I hadn't done any Sportagine. So thanks for the suggestion!

Warnings
Swearing
Self Deprecating Thoughts
Eating Disorders
Purging Disorder
Minor self harm

Jack sat there, looking at himself in the mirror. He saw every single imperfection, especially his build. God, how can anyone even stand looking at him without being disgusted?

A singular tear rolled down his cheek at how ugly he was. 'I thought I was improving!'

He hadn't ate anything in about 3 months, since he didn't need it to survive anyway.

But hunger pains were still a thing for him.  He thought by now he would look a little better. 'Guess I just have to resort to more extreme measures.' He stuck his fingers down his throat as he was hunched over his toilet. He felt the throw up come easy. 'No food, extra workout sessions, and double purging.' He thought to himself, wiping off the vomit. It always tasted disgusting, and he did not like it one bit, but he had no other choice.

He had to look better for anyone to ever like him.

It had been about 2 years since he had started his "plan". Since then he had lost 51 pounds, He was now 39 pounds. He would've been dead from one, starvation, and two, malnourishment, if he wasn't a walking corpse.

He had also met Dave once again. Since then he has been feeling a bit better.

But, Dave has been getting suspicious of him. He tried to act like everything was fine, but Dave was slowly catching on. To try and convince him, Jack has been eating and throwing up later, feeling worse and worse with how little he was eating.

'It'll be worth it.' He thought every time he started feeling woozy from the lack of food.

'It'll all be worth it in the end.'

Dave's POV

I looked at his partner in crime in worry. He was looking thinner and thinner each day.

But, he had been eating! Maybe it was because he didn't have food at home? He was probably broke, especially since he worked at Freddy's. I looked to see him absent-mindedly scratching his wrist. It was making him start to bleed. I ran over and grabbed his hand. "Sportsy, your doing it again." Jack looked surprising, before wincing at the slight pain. "I-I'm sorry Dave, I didn't mean to-" I shushed him, getting out the medical supplies. "No need to apologize,  it wasn't your fault anyway."

He nodded, still looking guilty. We talked for a while, until it was 6:00. But, I couldn't get it off my mind. So, I did something I knew I would regret later.

I followed him to his house. Just to make sure he was ok. I knew it was wrong, but I reminded myself that I had done worse. And it was for a good cause anyway.

I climbed into the vent to his bedroom, looking at him. He was sitting there, looking at himself in the mirror. He had no makeup on! Oh my god, that perfect, beautiful face. But then, without the security suit, in only an orange t-shirt, he looked much worse. He looked as if he hadn't eaten in YEARS. But, I know he has!

He's eaten pizza slices around me all the time! The scars that covered him were horrible, but only cause I knew they hurt him. He began to sob. I looked at him in worry.

"God, what's wrong with me?! I look like a fucking walrus. Why isn't it working?!"

My eyes widened in realization. Did... he?... He walked into his bathroom. He stepped on the scale, sobbing harder when he saw what it said.

...39 POUNDS?! HE WAS 39 POUNDS?!

My sob gave away my position. "WHOSE THERE?!" I slowly came out of the vents, tears streaming down my face. "D-Dave?! What are you doing here?!" "I-I was worried about you, so I came to check on you." He realized I was seeing him like this.

He froze, beginning to shake.

"D-D-Dave, I didn't m-mean for you to s-see me like t-this! I-I-I swear, I'm t-trying! I'll look b-better for you! Just, p-p-please-" He started to sob, falling to the floor and wrapping his arms around himself. I pulled him into a tight hug, comforting him.

"I-I promise, just d-d-don't leave me. Please- I'll d-do anything-" "Jack." He looked surprised at me saying his full name. "You don't need to do anything. You look amazing all the time. But, I hate looking at your small, frail body. Why? Because it's hurting you. I can tell. This is not healthy at all. You could wear a paper bag and I would be fine with it. Because you are perfect no matter what to me." He looked up to me, looking beyond happy as the tears fall from his eyes.

"B-B-But I'm-"

"Perfect? Beautiful? Handsome? Amazing in every way shape and form? Hell yeah you are. Your the tangerine to my aubergine. And that'll never change."

He sobbed into my shoulder, holding me tight. I returned the embrace. I would help him get better, no matter how long and how many rules I had to follow.

All I cared is that he learned to see himself at least half as beautiful as he really was, which was more beautiful then anyone in the world. He is so beautiful and perfect, and he will never hear anything different if I can help it.

AN- I'm sorry thus took so long at it was short, I've been having bad writer's block and just an overall bad mental state. But, I'm slowly coming back. So, have this as compensation!