Chap 13: [Day 1/2] pancake show

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[Oh hey would you look at that, I'm still alive (つ✧ω✧)つ prepare for a show people because we're going to have a singer]

⚠️Self Harm⚠️

3rd person POV:

Ink woke up feeling intense pain all over his body, he slowly sat up feeling a huge wave of dizziness hit him. He held his skull shutting his sockets close once again, after a couple of minutes later he opened them again checking if the dizziness went away. It did. And he checked himself to see what was causing the pain. He was shocked to see himself Almost completely rap around bandages, the only part of him that wasn't rap in bandages is his face and leg's. He was interrupted by soft snoring to his side, he look to his side to see Blueberry still asleep. He was confused to why Blue looked to exhausted, mentally and physically. He started re- thinking events that happened yesterday, suddenly memories from yesterday flooded back to him causing him to feel a shit load of negativity.

He got a bit emotional causing him to travel to the back of his thoughts, causing the voices to get louder and louder every second.

This is your fault!

Look at Blue!

His exhausted because of you!

You broke your promise!

You said you'll keep him safe!

"I-I a-am keeping h-him safe-"

SAFE!?

LOOK AT HIM FOR FUCK SAKE!

DO YOU THINK HE'LL BE SAFE WITH YOU!

YOU CAN'T EVEN FIGHT AGAINST DREAM FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!

AND YOU THE GOD OF CREATIVITY!?

WHAT KIND OF 'SAFTY' DO
Y O U OFFER BLUE!?

SOME FRIEND YOU ARE!

'I....Your right..I can't keep him safe, the god of creativity and the Protector of the Multiverse is a Pathetic excuse of a being. What is his use if he can't even Protect his friend that he swore to never let anyone get near him and hurt him until he found someone better to take care of him.'

Ink's POV:
My body started to move on it's own and I stood up making my way upstairs.

I made my way to my bedroom and heading to my bathroom that was connected to my room.

Without even realizing I grabbed a sharp pencil from my desk and stared walking to my bathroom.





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I deserve this..'











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‘After all....'















‘this is what I get after every mistake that I did. Every fucked up reason I gave. And every promise that I have broken'

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