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ayyy-imma-ninja · 10 months

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Regression- a DCA!Serial Killer AU Drabble

just a slice of something. May or may not become canon.

context: Moon is out shopping to restock for babysitting, Detective is about to play a card game with Sun in his apartment. Secret is also out-

cw: panic attack, breakdown, age regression

Sun hurries over with a deck in his hands, rattling it in its box. The deck was, of course, themed around cats. After scooting the coffee table aside you both sit on the living room rug. You cross your legs while Sun sits on his knees.

"So! What game do you fancy?" Sun asks, tapping the deck in his hand. "Blackjack? Poker?"

You lean back on your hands. "Not much experience with those."

"No? You have an excellent poker face for it." Sun lightly teases as he starts to open the box. You laugh.

"Adult games are boring. Besides, I can play a mean game of Go Fish."

"Go Fish it is, then!"

Sun shakes the box and the deck lands in his hands. He shuffles it briefly in a fluid motion then begins to cut. First you, then himself. As he reaches to give you your fourth card, it slips from his fingers and lands on the floor, exposing the suit. His hand twitches.

"Ah..."

You look to the flipped card, then to Sun, who had gone still, his hand still stretched out. His eyes locked on the card. You knit a brow. "Sun? What's up?"

Your voice seems to snap him out of whatever trance he was in as he blinks and looks to you. He stretches a smile across his face plate. "Ah, it's nothing. Don't wor--"

The remaining deck in his hand suddenly folds and spills onto the floor, covering both his and your stack. Sun makes another noise, this time of what you hear as frustration. You think nothing of it.

"Hey it's okay," you say and straighten. You reach to the fallen cards. "Here, I can--"

"I can do it."

Before you can, Sun's hands cover the cards and he tries pulling them all back towards his spot. You pull your hand back and watch him almost scramble to collect the cards that keep slipping through his fingers. "I can do it, it's fine, I can do it..." he keeps muttering.

The cards now lay messily on the floor in front of him, some of them slightly crinkled and bent from his eagerness to collect them. You watch a hand pick up the first card that had initially fallen, and it trembles between his fingers.

Wait...no, his whole hand is shaking.

You look to him, about to ask if he was alright, when you notice his expression had changed, ready to crumple as he glared tearfully at the card like it was at fault. His shoulders quiver, too.

"Sun?" you ask, now concerned. "Sun, what's wrong?" He doesn't answer, the only reply given is a hiss of air meant to mimic a hitch of breath. You grow more and more worried. What could've set him off? "Maybe we shouldn't play right now--"

"No!"

You jump at the brief shout.

"I-I can play! I-I can..." The card falls to the floor again. He holds his hands out in front of him, shaking and tense. The oil tears fall one by one. "I can do it...! I know I can, I..." He tries scrubbing them away, not bothering if it stained the sleeves of his sweater, but more only appear. His rays rattle and jut in and out.

"I know how to run a stupid library...I-I know how to take care of children...I know how to kill people, so I know how to cut a stupid deck..."

You blink as your worry continues to rise. Where was this coming from? Did someone say something to him?

You inch towards him, slowly reaching a hand towards him. "H-Hey, it's okay, Sun. I know you do. What's wrong, bud? Talk to me, I'm worried."

"I-I'm fine! I'm fine...I-I...c-can..."

Sun's words falter, and he wails. Pitching his head back, his eyes screw shut, sending more oily tears running down his face plate. His rays retract completely, and for a moment with the loud cry his mouth fully opens. He then hunches forward, pressing his face into the floor, arms covering his head. You're bewildered by this, but are far more concerned for your friend.

"Sun!" You put a gentle hand on his shoulder and shake him. You raise your voice in hopes of speaking over his crying. "It's alright! Hey! What's going on? Did something happen at work today?"

You somehow manage to get him to sit up, though he still hunches forward. His face is a mess from the oil, streaming down his cheek and dripping off the tip of his nose. There is a stain on the rug, but that isn't your main focus. Though his mouth had closed again he continues crying. He scrubs at his face with the heels of his palm, and his entire body jolts each time he takes simulated hitch of breath. They sound remarkably like harsh hiccups. Any words he may have spoken come out completely incomprehensible.

Almost like babbling...

The door swings open and you jump, looking up. You're relieved to see Moon standing in the doorway, a spooked and concerned look on his face plate. He drops the shopping bags and makes a b-line for you both, holding onto Sun, who almost immediately latches onto him for dear life. You begin to explain what happened. Moon sighs with a nod, almost like he understood things clearer. He cradles his brother like a mother would a frightened child.

"Give us a moment, please," he requests. "Just in the next room."

You're confused, but you nod and stand up, walking into another room of the apartment to give them space. From a distance, you can hear Moon speak soothingly to Sun until his crying finally stops.

After a while, Moon's voice quietly calls for you, telling you it's alright to come back. You return to the living room and find Moon hunched over the oil stain on the rug, scrubbing it clean. The card deck has been put away and sits on the coffee table. Curled up on the couch you find Sun, a blanket dotted with circus elephants draped over him. A stuffed bear is tucked in his arms. His face is clean, and he appears to be sleeping. One hand presses against his mouth as if he's about to suck his thumb.

Before you can ask what happened, Moon rises to a stand. The stain is gone. He sighs softly, then looks to you. Then to the grocery bags behind you. You look, too. "Help with those," he says in a hushed voice, or more hushed than usual. "I'll explain then."

You nod and the two of you get to work. Carrying the bags to the kitchen, you pull the items out and follow Moon's instructions on where things go. He comments how Sun likes things organized a certain way, how "everything has its place". You find humor in it for a brief second.

"Is he okay?" you ask while putting away juice boxes.

"He's alright," Moon answers, closing a cabinet after stocking it with wipes. He holds onto the cabinet knobs for a moment before sighing and letting them go.

"You must be confused," he says.

"I'm more concerned than anything," you reply.

"Sunny didn't tell you about the day he had, did he?"

"Obviously not." You fold your arms loosely over your chest, glancing to the couch where Sun slept. "He told you, though?"

"He tells me everything," Moon states while digging through another bag. He pulls out a carton of almond milk and stows it into the fridge. He feels your eyes on him as you wait for an explanation. "Sunny had a run-in with a rather...rude visitor at the library today."

"A Karen?"

"Cranked up to 11." You exhale with a shake of your head and wait for him to continue. "Visitor in town, staying for a few weeks. She wanted a certain book, but it was already checked out by someone else. She was adamant there was another copy, said the library's site told her so. Sunny tried to de-escalate things, like he normally does, all while she tears into him. And in front of other children, too. Said how could a robot be terrible at this kind of job."

"She said that?"

Moon nods.

A heat swells in your chest as your eyes fall back on the couch. Thinking back, you recall the things Sun had said before his fit began. Things have been rocky for all three of you lately. This lady was a visitor. She doesn't know this town's secret...

"That explains things, then."

"That isn't all."

You look to Moon, brows knit. "There's more?"

"You saw how he is now, yes? Different compared to how he was before?"

"What are you saying?"

Moon sighs, tossing the empty bags into the recycling bin. "Sometimes," he begins, "when Sunny has a really bad day, it gets to him. The stress can be too much. So, to help with the stress, he..." he pauses, as if thinking of the proper word before finally finding it, "regresses."

"...Regresses?" you parrot back.

Moon nods. He sees your confusion and sighs again, arms folded over his chest, though not in aggravation. "His mind reverts to that of a child. Not like that of a Little from someone with dissociative identity disorder. He is still Sunny. Just...smaller, mentally."

Your brows knit further as you try to follow along with his explanation. You're not sure if this is something you have ever experienced, either personally or from another person, but to see something like this in an animatronic...

"So...to deal with stress..." you slowly explain, going at the pace of your thought process, "he mentally reverts to a child-like state."

"Bingo was his name-o."

You nod, relieved to have that confirmed. You feel a pang in your heart. Sun had tried to hold out, not wanting what happened to ruin your game or for you to worry, right until that fumble with the card became the straw to break the camel's back. Even as he fell apart, he still put you first.

"How long does it last?"

"Varies," Moon says. "Usually, it passes once he's had a nap. Usually." By the brief change in tone, you guess that anything further was worth another separate discussion. "You don't need to worry. He will be fine."

You nod again, then lower your head as you think further on the subject. After a moment, you look back up at Moon.

"Do you...regress, too?" you ask.

Moon doesn't reply, but the expression on his face gives you the answer you seek. Air hisses as he sighs and walks back over to the couch. He kneels in front of Sun's head. You can't see it, but he reaches and pets his brother's head. "You are welcome to stay," he tells you, "or you can go. I understand if this frightens you."

You think for a moment, then approach the couch as well. You peer over the back and down at Sun's sleeping form. He looks so small, curled up. You hesitate to call it cute, giving what drove him to this state in the first place. Carefully, you reach down and touch his cheek. It twitches, but he doesn't stir.

"I'll...hang around a bit," you finally answer. You walk around the couch and crouch next to Moon. "He'll probably ask for me when he wakes up. May as well be here for it. And you can explain to me more about the whole...regression thing."

Moon glances your way and smiles warmly, almost in wordless thanks.

#dca!serial killer au #sk sun #sk moon #serial killer duo #detective y/n #drabble #fnaf dca au #fnaf dca #fnaf daycare au #cw panic attack #cw mental breakdown #cw age regression #detective knows the truth in this one #but that's not the focus #karens #protective moon #caretaker moon #regressed sk!sun #hurt/comfort

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cry-ptidd · 6 months

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Expression study ft Laura and Alucard who look just about fucking miserable

#hellsing #alucard #hellsing oc #my oc #laura chastel #my art #angst? on MY tumblr? it’s more likely than you think #they’re having the time of their life.#laura wouldn’t actually be very emotional at all in a canon setting #(if we don’t count anger and lust for battle)#but she’s still fucked up. like REALKY fucked up #and I kinda see her and alu getting along bc they 1) are both ancient monsters that understand each other’s struggles #2) have sa trauma #3) have no fucking clue how to Deal with it in a healthy manner #who needs therapy when you have Shooting things and Eating people #cw blood #cw nonsexual nudity #cw mental breakdown #cw sh

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astralightning · 8 months

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Hey guys, please keep my family in your thoughts. One of my parents experienced what I think is a psychotic break last night without any prior history of it. We just contacted emergency services and I'm terrified. I still have a very large queue and might be around just to keep myself sane, but any positive thoughts or prayers would mean the world

#lifepost #cw mental breakdown

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mama-marleigh · 8 months

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Bruh the bad part about having your entire childhood memories repressed because trauma is that all the good memories go too :(

Like I remembered a melody in a song and immediately had a breakdown because I suddenly remembered why I am the way I am and why I'm proud of it.

I rummaged through all my stuff on my dest to find a broken down music box just so I could remember the words that he said to me after years of not remembering anything about him.

#vent?#vent #vent post #cw trauma #trauma #trauma posting #omfg that music box changed my life legitimately #edelweiss #edelweiss was the song it played #the sound of music #childhood trauma #cw mental breakdown #mental breakdown #repressed memories #trauma moment #bruh #why does life just do things like this to you for no reason #now i cant go to sleep

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moth-tea-merchant · 11 months

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[Content warning: mental-break down, experience of unreality, experience of delusion/hallucinations, talk of self mutilation]

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"Kill them...? Why would I.... These aren't my thoughts. Get out of my head!"

"You don't control me. I'm me. I'm me."

"No. I don't hate them. I don't. They're my friends."

"I'm a miner. I don't hurt people. I don't kill. I won't do it!"

"Damn you! Get out of my head! Come out and fight me, you son of a aRRRGH!"

"You can't win. I'll pull out my eyes. I'll smash my head."

"I'm me. Get out. Get! Out!"

#cw mental breakdown #cw unreality #cw delusion #cw hallucinations #cw self mutilation #gw2 #guild wars 2 #eod #end of dragons #what lies beneath spoilers #what lies beneath #post eod spoilers #post eod

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e-m-p-error · 7 months

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I'm so proud of the person you've become. {{ May to a reformed Valentino. <3 }}

COMPLIMENTS AND PRAISE PROMPTS

[ Valentino ]

The moth gives her a flat look initially. The person he's become?

May had seen some of it. The good parts, he guessed. The parts that people thought redeemed him somehow. But if she saw who he was all the time, now, he didn't think she'd be saying that.

She didn't see the way he'd had a panic attack the first time he saw Alastor's (red) hair when he'd woken up in the hospital room. She didn't see how he broke down crying when left alone for too long. She didn't see how he'd been avoiding his mother so she didn't treat him like glass.

If he could do anything about the tears in the corners of his eyes, he didn't know what it was.

"...thanks, May." He finally murmured, eyes downcast, "I... Uh. Yeah."

#It’s Best To Keep Me Pleased (Answered Asks)#And If You Get In My Face Then You’ll Get A Taste Even God Would Run Son (ναℓєитιиσ)#(Valentino and Mayleene - Hellsmayflower)#You Could Kill Me And You Should (Valentino 💔 Alastor)#cw mental health #cw mental breakdown #cw trauma

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james--murray · 7 months

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It took him it took him it took him it took him it took him it took him It took him it took him it took him it took him it took him it took him It took him it took him it took him it took him it took him it took him It took him it took him it took him it took him it took him it too-

#[hes sat in the darkness huddled in the corner practically ripping out chunks of his hair]#[hes convinced older suns taken his kid.]#cw mental breakdown

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bingeblogging · 8 months

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Lol one week ago I had a draft saying "I could cry tears of joy right now"

I didn't elaborate or post it because I didn't wanna speak too soon and I guess it's a good thing I didn't ha HA

So yeah, I turned 26 last week. Didn't expect a big scene, don't really enjoy a ton of attention. But still just want to feel loved. As usual, my blood relatives (mom and sis) kinda disappointed me but that's also not unusual.

My grandma, and 2 of like my only friends did make me feel wonderful with flowers, a balloon, and personalized gifts, a night out, a book, and good company.

My mom, the morning after my bday as I'm waking up to go to work, hands me a card with 3 gift cards in it, and circled the printed part in the card where it said "you'll never know how much I love and how proud I am of you". My sister, texted me and said she'll drop off my gift as soon as she can. 10 days later and nothing. All good I guess.

I planned on adding so much more to this post but it just doesn't matter.

Oh, but the reason why I could have cried tears of joy was because on my actual bday I'm bawling my eyes out of course, bc I couldn't find my wallet (in the butt pocket of a pair of shorts in my laundry) and I JUST replaced my license and bank card like 2 months ago right before finding it. Anyways I see my paycheck is like 4x higher than it should be. I was gonna keep it hush but I was so confused and told some colleagues about it. Apparently some of us got a big retention bonus. My workplace was sold to a corporation 2 years ago, and they decided to give bonuses to all of us who stayed fulltime employed there 2 years after being sold. So there's that 😊

And this hot guy I crushed on years ago from my church messaged me happy bday and I kept the convo going. He expressed interest in hanging out, but when I would try to make it happen there was an excuse. But dude got married 3 years ago, was posting weird stuff on fb about self deleting statistics of divorced men....anyways it was a fun 2 days of texting/snapping him. But I deleted him on snap after he posted weird stories....an article about semen retention, a snap of a possible gf or whatever walking her dog? Idk. On top of trying to string me along? Good riddance. I'll take my bonus money and be happy 🤑

Anyways, life is back to normal I guess. My miserable normal.

#tw depressing stuff #tw depression #cw depression #cw depressive thoughts #tw depressing thoughts #tw mental illness #tw mentally ill #cw mental breakdown

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nu-metal-confessions · 1 year

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When jd has the breakdown at the end of daddy all I want to do it hug him and tell he's not alone :((

#I completely agree anon #he deserves to feel comfortable and loved #I'm glad he's not playing it live anymore #jonathan davis #korn #nu metal #nu metal confessions #cw mental breakdown

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inky-evergreen · 1 year

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Wanted to draw Mark and Anthony being sad fuckers soo... Here you go!☺

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creativeflowers87 · 3 months

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FEBUWHUMP DAY 10 DOUBLE DIGITS LETSGOOOOO

CW: murder, blood, mentions of injuries, mild threatening, mental breakdown(?)

AN: This is a bit of a continuation from Day 2! I don't really know how they flow though so :/

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Prisons in the middle of nowhere were more guarded than Nyxie thought.

To be fair, this is the first one that she's ever been to, but if she's going to have to break any of her friends out of any more of them, that might be a bit of a problem.

Nevertheless, she and Emery are both out. Sure, Emery is currently leaning on her heavily and trying very hard to hide her sprained ankle and Nyxie's been trying, a bit more successfully, to ignore the throbbing pain in her shoulder from when she was half thrown down the stairs, but it's basically fine. She has a spear strapped to her back and potions with various effects in her backpack, and she knows for a fact that Emery hasn't let her knives be taken away from her. If the chains holding her down were a little more loose, Emery would have probably left by herself.

But alas, the chains were tight to the point of almost cutting off circulation, and now they were here.

Nyxie glances around the corner. A guard, evidently bored, leans against the opposite wall, smoking a cigar. They don't seem to be paying that much attention, though, so it should be easy enough to only let them see the pair once they're out of this godsforsaken dungeon.

Nyxie takes a cautious step toward the hallway, gesturing for Emery to stay back, but she steps on a loose rock in the concrete floor, and it creaks.

The guard's head snaps towards her.

Shit.

The guard immediately springs into action, running toward her, and Nyxie instinctively steps off to the side, letting them trip over themself when there's nothing to run into. Suddenly realising that Emery's there, though, Nyxie starts to try to push them back to where they came from. She grabs her spear, then tries to strike them with the edge. The guard dodges.

"What even are you? What are you doing?" the guard grits out, and wow, they sound young. Nyxie chooses not to think too hard about that.

"I'm a person, and leaving," she says, shifting her stance, "I dunno if you've noticed, but solitary confinement is not great for one's mental health."

"Yeah, but—" the guard stumbles a little— "you look— you're supposed to stay there!"

Nyxie makes a faux thinking noise. "Hm," she says, "Not fucking good enough."

She starts to fight back with increased ferocity, becoming more aggressive as the duel drags on. Even with a few minor issues, the guard is good at this, and Nyxie is starting to struggle to keep up.

She barely notices that the guard is struggling too.

Finally, Nyxie kicks the guard's legs from out under them. She shifts her hold on the spear and holds it to their throat. The guard exhales roughly, their eyes widening in shock.

"Do you have any last words?" Nyxie says, voice deepening to a growl. She wasn't going to kill them, of course, just knock them out— less trouble that way.

The guard scrunches their eyes closed, and for a second, Nyxie thinks that they've just accepted it, but then they shove the tip of the spear away from their neck and jump up.

Nyxie stares for a moment, but she's dragged back to reality by a dagger flying way too close to her face. She yelps, leaning back. One more dagger misses her face, but the other cuts into her cheek a little before falling to the floor.

She moves without thinking. The spear is suddenly in her other hand, and she jabs forward before swapping again. She ducks under another slash of the guard's dagger, and she's in perfect range to strike, and—

Her spear slides between where she knows the guard's ribs would be.

She has won.

"Nyx? What happened there?"

Nyxie's head snaps back, and there she sees Emery, looking... almost in awe of her. She's sitting curled in a position that would not be comfortable for them, and that's when it hits Nyxie that she just killed someone.

She inhales a sharp breath, but it feels like no breath enters her lungs, but that's okay because that's what the dead person on the floor probably feels, and now she's on the floor.

"Nyx?"

Nyxie hears Emery's voice again, but it sounds far away. Something warm drips down her cheek, and she reaches up to her face to find that oh, she's crying. She reaches up to wipe it away, but Emery beats her to it, gently wiping away the mess on her skin before dabbing away at the stickier sap dripping down the moss on the left of her face.

"Nyxie, uhm, please breathe?" Emery looks a little unsure, and Nyxie is sure that it is her fault. If she hadn't killed them, they wouldn't be in this situation, they would be out—

She giggles hysterically. "I killed them," she repeats, over and over, "I killed them, it went into their lungs, they're dead by now."

Emery stares at the body on the floor, before turning back to Nyxie. "Nyx, it was not your fault—"

"I killed them."

"—it was in self defense—"

"—could've knocked them out—"

"—you were protecting us—"

"—could've done it cleaner—"

"—But you didn't." Emery pauses, half-waiting for Nyxie to interject again, but when she doesn't continues. "It... wasn't the most ideal thing to do," she says, "But, uhm... it's already done, innit? You did it because in the moment, you thought you had to, didn't you?" She sighs. "Sorry, I'm not very good at this comforting thing."

Nyxie inhales, then exhales. "It's okay," she says, "You're fine. I'm just..." she doesn't continue.

Emery stares into the distance, a faraway look in her eyes. "Well. I guess we better get going, huh?"

Nyxie nods. "Yeah. Uh, yeah. Let's go."

#cw murder #cw blood #cw injury #cw threats #cw mental breakdown #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday10

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coacoachipsandspraycheese · 11 months

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Hey so do you guys have random mental breakdowns about what happens after you die and stress about what religion is correct about the afterlife or do you guys have a somewhat stable mental state.

#death cw #cw mental breakdown #cw mental health #cw trauma

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matt-eldritch · 11 months

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Here are some pictures of where my mental health is right now

#cw mental illness #cw mental breakdown #bojack horseman #depression #trauma #everyone will abandon me #i dont want to die but i don't want to live #mentally numb #how im feeling right now #i want someone to shut off my brain and fix me

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fxandchill · 2 years

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It's my birthday 💖 life update it's kind of long because I've been going THROUGH IT and need to vent.

I thought by now I'd be moving in to my new apartment and starting my new job but I had a mental breakdown and that was over long story but last year a friend from San Diego asked me to move in with her, then her friend from Ohio wanted to leave Ohio and live in California so my friend asked HER to move in and told me we can live together some other time...so basically ditched me. Then in July her friend thought "hey we should get another roommate" so my friend asked me to live with her AGAIN but the friend from Ohio wanted all this stuff from the apartment like walkability and public transportation (I tried explaining California to her and she wouldnt fucking listen she thinks this is Amsterdam or some shit) and we were looking at no pets allowed places and she had two pets but thought "oh it's fine the landlord wont find out." I wanted to secure a job before moving and her friend is really impulsive and wanted to move right away, she made me feel Bad that we had the same amount of savings and she is down to move and live off savings for a while but I wasn't...so anyways we got offered an apartment that they liked but I didnt and they were like "but if we dont say yes to the first place that approves us we will NEVER find a place" so they ditched me and my friend said "maybe we will live together another time" AGAIN. Funny thing is that same day I got an email from another apartment that approved us. I was so angry at how I was treated by my friend and her friend. My friend apologized and acknowledged she did ditch me for her friend because she seemed so much more ready to move and they both didnt want to wait but I was ready. Eventhough I didnt like the apartment, the budget was decided by them not me, i was too scared to say anything if I disagreed because I thought if I showed any hesitation I was Out so all the apartments had stuff her friend wanted but the stuff on my list like parking was "not a deal breaker" as in if it didnt had what I wanted but had what her friend wanted that was fine. My therapist and i talked and we decided her friend had a lot of red flags for a roommate and its probably good I avoided living with them but now I dont have any roommates...same friend is in a group chat with me and two other friends and when I tried organizing a lil brunch date for my bday they all cancelled on me lol which is fine because I ended up with 3 cats and I'm too busy taking care of them to go.

Sooooo after the roommate shit I got covid and after THAT I found a cat in my backyard. I recognize the cat used to like visit lily but now this cat was skinny and it was a heatwave outside so I took her in. I took her to the vet to check for a chip and she wasnt chipped, so I asked about getting her a check up and spayed and they made me an appointment for next week. After a week, her owners saw her flyer and contacted me. So I gave her back to her owners the day before the vet appointment, I told them I made it and gave them the info to go. I found out the cat is named Momo and is two and not fixed, been pregnant twice, and leaves the house for days at a time so the owners didnt even look for her, they just thought she was off getting pregnant again. I was really upset after meeting the owners, I realized they dont care about their animals and I gave momo back to them. I had a really bad feeling they wouldnt take care of her.

Literally the next day my dad went and adopted two kittens. I told him we should wait but he saw one on the shelter website and if he waited the one he wanted would be gone, then he ended up getting her and her sister. Their names are Zoë and Chloe and they're really great kittens. Just after a week and a half of having the kittens, momo's owners contacted me again and said they're moving and asked if I would take momo. They said if I dont, momo is going to the pound. They do not care at all. My parents said that 2 cats are enough but they dont want momo to go to the pound either so they agreed to try.

Well I texted the owners back and they didnt respond with anything like how it was gonna go, like when do I get her when are they moving etc etc. I couldn't sleep I was so worried, then we found momo in our backyard AGAIN. I called the owners and the carelessness. They were like "oh yea she got out again. No we didnt get her fixed that appointment was the same day I was going back to college so i was too busy. Also we think when she got out she got pregnant again." 1) when I met the owners the first time they knew they were moving and they couldn't go to the vet appointment why didnt they say anything I could have taken her then 2) she was so nonchalant about her cat being pregnant a third time like no consideration to this poor cat going through heat then labor then heat then labor then heat then....?!?! I bet they decided to ask me to take her once they noticed she was starting to look pregnant again probably thought "ugh let's just dump this responsibility on someone else"

So I take momo in, seperate her from the other 2 cats, and get an appointment at the vet....AGAINNNNNN. the owner is still contacting me and OFFERS to pay for it. I ask about momo's history like has she ever been vaccinated (no) so she needs to be spayed and vaccinated, and before that tested for anything that can be transmitted to Zoë and Chloe like FIV (since she was outside gone for days at a time....unfixed and not vaccinated) and dewormed as a precaution. All of this will mean anesthesia and fluids and antibiotics and pain meds which I'm not surprised by, I just had two years worth of that with lily before I lost her last year by now im a pro at giving cats medicine.

Well.....the cost was more than the owner expected because it's an extra charge for spaying pregnant cats and she needed additional stuff. I told the owner about the additional stuff before too and she just said okay let me know what your zelle is. I kid you not, yesterday we got it all done and I paid then zelled the owner and the owner was like "this is too much" I explained each thing in detail, I showed the receipt, I even tried compromising that she pay for just the spay and not the other stuff. No reply. The owner just peaced out, probably ghosted me.

The thing is she offered to pay and every treatment we had to do was a result of their negligence, how could you never take your cat to the vet then give the cat to someone else and put all that on a new owner? Even the shelter where we got the kittens gave us a discount on the spay, and a free vet check up and food and toys to help us get started. The vet I took momo listened to my story and felt Bad so they gave us a discount like almost $200 off. I took lily to the vet enough to know what they charged us was actually not that bad (for everything the total was $549 i put $100 down when I dropped her off and paid $449 when i picked her up). To top it off, way back when I found the owners the first time I found out they had another cat, who I dont like because it ruined our screen door trying to break in and attack lily.

Because of how they treat their cats, their cats have so far 1) damaged my property 2) costs me hundreds in vet bills taking care of what they didnt 3) let loose who knows how many kittens momo and the other cat had. And that's just at my house. My lawyer friend was even telling me to call the c*ps and force the owners to pay for the screen and the vet bills but I hate the pigs and know they won't do anything and even if they did i still dont want to escalate it by bringing in Meanies With Guns into my neighborhood...so my parents agreed and told me to just forget about the owners.

I had all these plans for my birthday week but now I'm taking care of momo and two kittens it's very stressful and tbh I'm overwhelmed as fuck. All this accumulated yesterday after the vet with momo I just had a breakdown. Why does everyone treat me like shit when I try to be nice and do the right thing? My friend ditching me for her other friend, then that friend totally bulldozing me when the three of us were looking for apartments, all my friends cancelling on me for my birthday saying "something came up" when I told them over a month in advance, momo's ex owners walking all over me and genuinely being so oblivious to how awful they are to their cats. This is my villain orgin story.

#personal #long post #cw mental breakdown #life update #kinda hate everyone but cats...cats only friends i have #also i cant find the thing that put the post away under a line im sorry just putting it all out there

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