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𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻 𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 - 𝓙𝓸𝓳𝓲

ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘʏ ʙᴏɪꜱ ɪɴᴄ. (ᴛᴇᴄʜɴᴏʙʟᴀᴅᴇ)

Ｈｕｒｔ Ｃｏｍｆｏｒｔ

𝑻𝑾: 𝑬𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝑰𝒍𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔

It was the early hours of a late November day, and the weather was the same as it had been the past couple days. Dew sat on top of the lawns of the upper middle class neighborhood, and a slight fog casted over the light gray sky. Most people wouldn't be up this early in the morning, especially on a Saturday, but Techno laid wide awake on his mattress.

He hadn't planned on being awake so early, but he had been awoken by an eerily realistic nightmare. It was a normal thing for the teen, having had a bad childhood, that fueled all of his worst nightmares. His father, Phil, had always told him that he could wake him up if he had one, but he didn't want to be a bother. Since his father and brothers would be waking up within the next hour or so, he came up with the plan to prepare them a nice breakfast.

Techno quietly made his way towards the kitchen, only thinking of what he was going to prepare. Once he had arrived, he had decided on a simple breakfast of pancakes and eggs. He gathered all of the materials he needed for the batter, and started preparing the pancakes. As he carried on cooking, a strong wave of nausea hit, not caused by him being hungry, but simply the fact that he planned on consuming the breakfast.

Techno knew that he'd have to force himself to eat the food whether he wanted to or not, he hadn't eaten in a few days, and he didn't want to alert Phil of his problem. If you were to look at him, he would look like your average teenage boy, sure he was underweight, but it was barely noticeable due to his baggy clothing. But when Techno looks at himself in the mirror, all he sees is the lies the devil on his shoulder feeds to him 24/7. He sees a fat and ugly boy with long, pink hair staring back at him. So in an effort to fix this problem, he resorted to starving himself on and off for the past four months.

He knew that the thoughts he had and the actions he played out were wrong and he shouldn't be doing what he is, but he couldn't stop. He thought that if he told Phil or Wilbur, that they'd view him as a crazy and unstable human being. While in reality, he wasn't crazy, just suffering from the plague that his brain created for itself.

After some time, he finished cooking and set the table for the three people he lived with, having to go wake them up so the food didn't get cold. The three boys were very appreciative of the food that Techno prepared for them, it being a rare thing to happen in the current household. The three boys were surprised to say the least, but they were appreciative for the meal. They all ate in silence, none of them being morning people.

Everything was going all dandy until Techno was overwhelmed with an horrendous wave of nausea, making a beeline for the closet bathroom, leaving the other three to follow close behind confused and concerned.

As the three entered the bathroom that Techno sprinted to, they were welcomed with the view of Techno kneeling on the floor in front of the toilet, dry heaving his stomach acid out of his body, having had no food to come up instead. The boys were shocked at the sight, but Phil didn't hesitate to run up to his son and hold his long, light pink hair back, in an attempt to keep it out of the way.

"Tommy," said Phil, catching the attention of his youngest son. "Can you go get a glass of water for him?" Tommy didn't reply, but complied to his fathers request, jogging back to the kitchen to grab a bottle.

Wilbur silently made his way next to Techno, who was still throwing up acid and coughing up a storm, and slowly started to rub small, comforting circles on his twins back. He knew it wouldn't help aid Technos current problem, but he still did it anyway, in hopes it would at least help calm him down.

Moments later, Tommy arrived at the bathroom again, carrying a bottle of water, and urgently hanging it to Wilbur for when Techno could stop to take a sip. Everyone sat in silence, waiting for Techno to recover to be able to hear about what was wrong.

Techno knew he would have to explain, but couldn't help thinking that they would all hate him because of it. They're going to think he's crazy, he's a maniac for acting the way he does. The rational part of his brain is telling him that those are lies, which would be true.

"Techno," Phil starts, "what's wrong? This hasn't happened before."

"Um. I don't know, m-maybe I'm sick." Techno says, voice hoarse and raspy from the acid. He knew he didn't sell what he said, as he stuttered and had no other symptom to a sickness.

"I don't think you're sick Tech, there's nothing else wrong." Wilbur buts in, still comforting his twin brother.

"Don't hate me, but I've been starving myself." Techno finally admitted, his voice progressively becoming quieter as he went on.

The three others were shocked. They hadn't noticed the change in behavior nor the lack of eating. They all blamed themselves somewhat for letting Techno suffer quietly. No one said anything for a few minutes, as no one knew what to say.

"Am I crazy?" Techno broke the silence with his question. By then Techno was shedding  by a few tears, as was everyone else.

"Oh god no Techno. We'd never view you as crazy. It's not your fault, but we're here to help you now." Phil spoke up, bringing Techno into a well needed hug, which soon became a group hug between the family.

Techno knew from then on, he wasn't alone, that his family were going to help him. He was finally going to get the help that he needed, no matter what it took.

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟙𝟘𝟚𝟠