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When you cut yourself

WARNING: This chapter is about self-harm, if you can't stand it, I suggest skipping this chapter.

Requested by: coldsunnymorning

I only have cut myself a few times when I was younger. First time was because I got curious (stinged like a bitch because I did it in the shower and the water hit the open wound) The other times was when I was in a very bad place (Learned I have few mental disorders, school stress, yadda yadda).

In other words, I'm not gonna sugar-coat this chapter because this is a serious matter and I absolutely DON'T want people to think they should cut themselves when they're stuck in a bad situation because it fixes nothing. (It might make you feel better for a few minutes, but it will fix nothing. Cutting your own skin won't fix the depression you feel, it won't fix any problems you have in your life, the only thing it does is leave scars, a big chance it will make things like depression worse and a major chance that you might accidentally cut a vein and die.)

Charlie:

She will stare in shock, unable to find the right words. After a few seconds of staring, she finally managed to remember how to speak. She chose to take a slow, peaceful approach instead of panicking or scaring you, so she calmly held out her hand, trying her best not to cry as she whispered for you to give her the razor. When you put it in her hand, she put it out your reach before taking your hand in a soft grip and guiding you to the first aid kit, whispering you shouldn't cut yourself and how it will only worsen your situation. After comforting you and assuring you she isn't disgusted or angry but is very upset you thought you had to cut yourself instead of talk to her, she put any sharp object out your reach for a few weeks and always had a talk with you twice a day about how you both really feel and problems in your lives and how you both can fix these problems.

Vaggie:

She immediately shouted, rushing to you, snatching the razor, asking what the hell you think you're doing before hurriedly taking the first aid it and taking care of the cuts while ranting on nervously about how you should talk to her and not cut yourself and how dangerous this is while tears rolled down her cheeks. When she saw the scars you had from cuts you made weeks ago, she felt awful for having never noticed. When she was done patching you up, she just put her forehead against your shoulder, finally being quiet as she tries to figure out how to deal with this situation. Sadly she was unable to think of anything so she just whispered to talk to her next time. When you nod, she gave your cheek a kiss before hugging you. After this, she kept anything sharp away from you and will check the areas you cut to make sure the cuts are healing nicely and you haven't cut again.

Cherri Bomb:

When she saw it, she almost dropped the bomb in her hand. After safely putting it down, she took your hand with her trembling hand, asking why you would do this. When you looked away, not wanting to tell her, she will give you an upset expression before leaving and returning with a towel and some medical stuff she could find in the bathroom. She silently cleaned the blood, unsure what to do. When tears began running down your cheeks, she was quick to drop the towel and hug you, assuring you it's okay to cry and crying can be very helpful. She will hold you till you're done crying, then she will patch up your cuts before giving it a kiss, making a bad joke to try and cheer you up. After this, she never let you use a sharp object without her aside you for a very long time, even when shaving your own body, she will do it for you very carefully and will make more jokes to cheer you up.

Niffty:

She found out while cleaning the bathroom and she found a spot of blood you missed while cleaning up the blood. She was furious at first, but after a lot of pacing around the room, she calmed down and chose to sit you down and have a calm talk about it with your favorite snacks on the table. When you cried out you're sorry, she couldn't help but feel pity so she jumped off her chair and onto your lap before giving you a kiss and a hug, assuring you it's okay. She made you promise to her to never cut again and if you feel the urge, to instead come to her and talk about it and try to find a solution to your problems because cutting yourself won't fix your problems.

Angel Dust:

He has had to urge to cut himself many times, but he never does. So when he saw you had cut yourself, he felt awful. He isn't the best at comforting, so he just cuddled you on the bed, holding you in a comforting embrace, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, softly tracing his finger over the scars in a soothing manner to assure you he doesn't find your scars disgusting and you can tell him anything. After this, he always checked your wrists to make sure you haven't cut yourself, kissing the scars, whispering you can talk to him about anything, saying even though he's awful at comforting, he will listen to any problems you have and try to help fix them.

Alastor:

It was the first time you ever seen him cry, and probably the last. He nervously asked what you're doing, his grin quivering. When you didn't answer, he repeated the question in a shout as tears began forming in his eyes, his grin vanishing. When you cried out your reasons, he pulled you in a hug, taking the knife from your grip and throwing it out the window, holding you tightly, tears rolling down his cheeks as he said with a quivering voice about how it's okay and he's here and he didn't mean to shout. When he finally managed to pull himself together, he roughly wiped his tears before asking if you want to go to a doctor he knows or want to patch the cuts up yourself. When you say you can handle it, he will nod and help you clean the blood and patch up the cuts. Even a month after it happened, he is still traumatized by it and that will always be one of the moments he realized he is an awful boyfriend for not seeing how damaged you were earlier. After that happened, he did more fun activities with you, danced and sang more with you, making sure you're happy and okay each day.

Husk:

He lost grip on his beer bottle before he cursed when it crashed, snapping out his staring and shock. He will scold you while taking your hand in a hurry but a careful, soft grip and pulled you to the first aid kit. He was trembling so hard he could barely wipe the cuts without accidentally dipping inside the cut, so you cleaned it yourself. He stayed silent, only speaking to stutter out a nervous "You okay?" as he watches you bandage your cuts, feeling bad he can't do it for you. He suggested going to a therapist, only to remember you two are in Hell so that is not an option, so he chose to become your therapist. So ever two days, will lay on your bed, him sitting aside you, awkwardly asking you questions to see how you are doing. Sometimes he will randomly take your hand and give your wrist a kiss before hurrying away with a blush, muttering not to cut again.

Sir Pentious:

He slithered so fast to you that his hat fell off before he took the knife, asking in a yell what you think you're doing before throwing the knife in a random direction, away from you. He felt so nervous he couldn't think straight, so he twirled a circle, trying to find where the damn door is before dragging you through it, nervously stuttering he should have noticed and he should have been there for you. He got some Egg Bois to patch you up because he had too many tears streaming down his face to be able to take care of your cuts. When you were patched up, he immediately attacked you with a hug, crying out to never do such a foolish thing again. When he felt better, he pat his head, asking where his hat is before slithering away to go find it, dragging you along so he can keep an eye on you. Whenever you picked up a sharp object, he will appear by your side, whispering to be careful. Whenever you got upset, he immediately panicked, ordering the Egg Bois to hide any sharp object before comforting you, begging himself that you don't turn to harming yourself again.