[The 'Why Can't I Just Die' rewritten fic finally arrives...] There's actually nothing wrong with being unhappy. You have to feel terrible, to feel terrific. The only problem is when you feel terrible all the time. This, Mask knows. Mask has lived with the S4 for a few years now. It's been tough. He's made sure to be a good roommate, made sure to take care of himself on occasion, and cause no problems. When Splatsville's new trainline cuts him off from his friends however, he's left to talk only with his roommates. Army, Aloha, and Skull. They're not the same childhood friends he usually goes through depressive episodes with, so it might just be the final straw... This, Mask knows. This, Mask doesn't share. This, Mask will fight alone. Or so he thinks. ___ Hey, It's Meph7895. DieselSquiddo, Frost, Zinko, whatever you've known me as. When I wrote Why Can't I Just Die, it was Covid, and I was a whopping 13ish years old when I began releasing the chapters. The fic shows its age. The entire fic is on Wattpad, the *original* one. Now? Now I will take my refined skills and rewrite that dumpster fire to be a tear jerking fic to be proud of. CAUTION: There will be suicide + Self Harm mentioned, just like in the original fic.
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