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bones-of-a-rabbit · 6 months

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the abandonment issues au,,

where Sun and Moon gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss their way into ur heart

and then turn into sad wet baby kittens when u find out and call them out on it <3

(copy and pasted from the space aces discord, sorry fellas lmao)

abandonment issues au:

ok what if. fucked up au time

where. reader is the new daycare assistant or a mechanic or smthn idk theyre working withh Sun and Moon thats the important part

i think it works better if theyre like, Sun n Moon's handler? Bc they r closer that way and it makes it more fucked up lmaooooo

so basically. this takes place right after Sun n Moon had their best friend-handler person leave bc Sun n Moon had been acting increasingly volatile n buggy n rlly just having issues but the more the previous handler tried to talk to them abt it and fix it the more they got anxious abt getting decommissioned and would cover up the problems n act like nothing was wrong

and eventually one day the previous handler nearly got rlly hurt and knew they had to leave bc it wasn't safe for them and they left a detailed warning/report for the mechanics

(and they didnt say goodbye, not out of malice or anything just bc they didnt want even more reasons for Sun n Moon to act up/potentially hurt them or themselves)

so. the mechanics did a total clean up of Sun n Moon's system, basically left their memories but scrubbed their data of a lot of the 'feelings' they'd had- mostly wiping away the feelings tied to 'good' memories, and the only thing Sun n Moon could do to fill in the void of 'feelings' was assign different feelings in their place, so when they once looked back and felt happy or nostalgic, now they feel confused and angry and sad and betrayed bc why was all of that happiness taken from them?? why did their handler hurt them like this??

so the scrubbing of their systems, which was one thing they really really didn't want to have done for fear of losing their memories entirely, DID work in putting their issues on a much lower level,, but it didn't get rid of the issues entirely. Now they're just,, easier to hide or play off or ignore. They're careful around the kids, of course, but they do at times have trouble with their motor controls or their speech will glitch slightly, etc

a few handlers come and go, never staying for more than a week or so- none of them really care about the job, don't see Sun n Moon as coworkers but more like fancy 'machines' with no real thoughts or emotions, they normally leave after Sun or Moon has a glitchy moment and nearly hurts them or, in at least one case, does hurt them by squeezing their wrist too hard. more often than not, the ppl applying for the position read the list of warnings n cautions and are like 'hell nahh' and bail immediately

then. in comes,, reader. local dumbass. most endearing of idiots. a bit dense. very much clueless. dearly beloved

you're the first one to really treat them like your coworkers, making small talk and being friendly and kind and patient and laughing at their jokes. you smile when you introduce yourself, offering your hand for them to shake- not afraid of them or their little twitches at all. god, how they missed that. you remind them of their previous handler, if only in how you see them like theyre people and not machines.

and they make a mutual agreement to do whatever they can to keep you as their handler. even if it means dodging around company rules and policies by doing something like crumpling up the confidential 'warning' forms, ortelling the occasional white lie, like forging your signature onto the papers when your back is turned and making sure it makes it to your manager without either of you noticing who exactly was putting it on their desk.

you've already started calling them your friends the first time they have a glitchy moment. you're doing detailing work on their endoskeleton, really just cleaning dust away and making sure everything looks the way it does in the manual, when they break something- a tablet, a pen, your phone, whatever it is, it happens in an instant and startles you.

when Sun n Moon come to and realize whats happened theyre terrified. what if you use this as some kind of excuse to leave? What if you abandon them, just like their previous handler did? What if you start treating them differently, or you tell the staff that they need to be scrapped

so when you ask what that was about, they're frantic, quick to come up with something, anything that might make you shrug and forget all about it,

"Well, you WERE just working on their insides, right? That must have been something YOU did to suddenly make us do something like THAT! There's no way else it could have happened. Right?"

You take the lie hook, line, and sinker, apologizing profusely, promising to try harder to make sure nothing like that happens again. The relief they feel is almost euphoric. They pat you on the head kindly, reassuring you that they know you didn't do it on purpose, it was just a little mess up! You're fine, friend, we forgive you.

From then on, they dodge blame and truth alike, most often redirecting your attention to something you must have said or done to make something so strange and out of character for them happen so suddenly, and you believe them, full of apologies and careful words and actions and nervous worrying about doing things wrong and hurting them somehow. It's cute, how anxious you can get. It's cuter, how you melt for their comfort and reassurance.

They play the song and dance with you again and again, weaving doubt and guilt into you more and more frequently. Until one day, you mumble something about how 'maybe i'm not cut out for this, maybe i should switch to be on the janitorial team instead, or some other department, i don't want to hurt you guys, or-or be the reason someone else gets hurt, i clearly dont know what im doing, and it's only gotten worse, maybe i should talk to my manager,,' and they panic

don't be silly, friend!!!! you can't just leave like that, what about the kids, what about that puppet show you had helped them plan, did you really want to just abandon all that?? so what if maybe they had the occasional hiccup, you were always there to smooth it over, who cared whether they dropped things from time to time, or- or broke a toy or two, that didn't matter, did it??? You were getting so good at being their handler, your little mistakes were normal, come on, you don't want to leave your very best friends. Do you?

and you cave, agreeing to stay, and they are so, so extremely careful to hide their little moments from you for several weeks, making sure you don't notice their tiny twitches or split seconds of glitchy voices, maybe keeping a closer eye on you than would be comfortable, watching over your shoulder each time you type up a report about the day, giving the manager a loathsome glower behind your back whenever they happen by,, and every time you leave you say 'i'll see you guys tomorrow!,' they grab onto your sleeve and respond with 'promise?' so you always know that they really, really do want you to come back

and then. one day,, you decide to go looking in their files for something small and silly, like what kinds of updates had been added to their pick-up protocols, and you find the warnings and cautions forms

and you see your signature on them, but you would definitely remember this and you are absolutely certain you have never seen these papers in your life. and you take the papers and you go to ask them about it.

"i thought you said you never had any problems before? you told me you never had any issues before but this- this is full of things that you- and you, you've been having these problems for that long??"

they stumble over their words, frantic, panicked, backpedaling on everything theyve ever said, trying meekly to grab the papers from your hands, piling excuses on excuses

"you knew? you knew you were having these problems, and you didn't tell me? and you- you told me it was my fault!"

you're close to tears, hurt that they lied more than anything. you keep backing away from them, dodging their attempts to get the forms. they don't know which is worse- seeing that look on your face, or when they were left without so much as a goodbye.

"you could have told me. i thought i was the reason for everything, i thought i was hurting you, and you just... you lied right to my face and let me think that."

theyre putting on their best soothing voice, movements slow and gentle, wanting to comfort you and wipe those tears away and reassure you somehow that this- this isn't their fault, none of it is, it never was, they're fine and you're fine and nothing was ever wrong, and everything will be fine if only you calm down and stay

you can tell they arent really listening. you take a deep breath and turn away from them, scraping the tears from your face. you tell them you're going to go home and write up a report about all of this and when you come back you can go over it together before you send it to management, but right now you're leaving because you need space to breathe and time to think

but all they hear is that you're leaving, and they panic.

they don't hurt you, of course! but right now you're not allowed to leave.

you try to shut out the sound of them crying and apologizing and begging, even if it breaks your heart, because right now all you want to do is go home and lie in your stupid bed and have a stupid cry in your favorite pajamas. but you try every door you can think of- none of them open. you've sstayed past closing more than once, but the doors aren't normally shuttered for another two hours,, and you're pretty sure the night guard isn't even here yet

the entire time you're walking around the 'plex, Moon is trailing sadly behind you, waiting with the saddest, most pathetic wet cat look an animatronic can achieve, for you to turn and face them again

and thus begins what is probably the longest night of your life, spent trying to avoid your animatronic friends/coworkers who are acting like the worlds clingiest ex who just got broken up with and who can't stop dropping sad love songs in ur dms

by the time morning rolls around, they agree to actually go to parts n services and cooperate and try their best to get whatever is wrong with them repaired, even if it means they might get decomissioned. in the mean time, you promise to come back once they're fixed and work with them to help them get back to their old selves- or at least, back to how they were before any potentially dangerous bugs

basically this is the 'sun and moon have abandonment issues and gaslight you abt it' au

idk what else would happen tbh idk why i thought this au needed to exist either but here we are *lays facedown in a puddle*

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multicolour-ink · 2 months

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Wait, why would Luigi be annoyed with Mario feeling guilt over losing him? I think he’d be more sympathetic and reassuring or, at the very least, gently yet firmly tell Mario it wasn’t his fault and to stop blaming himself.

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Luigi wouldn't be angry at Mario in a non-understanding way. He would be frustrated that Mario can't put the guilt to rest. No matter how many times he tells his own brother that he is fine and they are together, and Luigi has not lost faith in him, Mario just can't stop feeling like he owes Luigi. Like he's the worst brother because of one mistake out of a lifetime together. Sooner or later that would start to become an annoyance, to an extent.

I imagine the argument would come from the bros unable to empathise with each other. Mario isn't trying to be a nuisance, but he's punishing himself, and Luigi hates that. He can try to be sympathetic and reassuring, but sooner or later it's going to give.

#and then a blow out argument happens and the bros don't know what to do after that #they both act like this means the end of their brotherhood #when really they need to talk to someone #super mario #mario #luigi #the super mario bros movie #mario movie #super mario movie #tw guilt #tw self deprecation #multicolour ink answers

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rootbeerrex · 2 months

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it is one in the morning and I am straight up not having a good time

#tw compulsions #religious trauma #religious guilt #tw guilt

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serickswrites · 11 months

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It Takes Two

Part 2 Part 3

Warnings: implied captivity, guilt, survivor’s guilt, hospital reference

Team Leader stared at the ground, guilt rippling through them. They couldn’t speak they were so gripped by the guilt. Teammate One had taken them home the moment the team got word that Smallest Teammate had been grabbed.

“Team Leader?” Teammate One asked as they set a steaming mug of coffee in front of Team Leader.

Team Leader instinctively wrapped their fingers around the mug, trying to steal the warmth. They had been so cold the moment they heard Whumper had struck. Had been so cold the moment they realized that Smallest Teammate had been grabbed instead of them. Had been so cold the moment their guilt had been all consuming.

Because it was supposed to be them.

Team Leader had set themself up as the bait. Not Smallest Teammate. And Whumper had known that, striking Smallest Teammate when they were the most vulnerable.

“We’ll get them back,” Teammate One sat down next to Team Leader. “We’ll get them back.”

“In one piece?” Team Leader croaked.

Teammate One nodded. “I bet Smallest Teammate is giving Whumper a run for their money. They’re tougher than we give them credit for. We’ll get them back, you’ll see.”

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw implied captivity #tw guilt #tw survivor's guilt #tw hospital reference #themerrywhumpofmay #merry whump of may 2023 #day 25 #it takes two to tango #prompt: hot coffee #queue #team whump

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cruilty-ink · 6 months

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look how traumatized he is :>

Prev…next…

Masterpost

#rottmnt #guilt trip #guilt trip mikey #guilt trip leo #tw blood #tw gore #tw guilt #Two updates in a row!#Yay

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queerstudiesnatural · 2 months

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people my brain has offed in a nightmare to make me grieve for no reason:

- two of my former professors whom i grew up with and who are now some of my closest friends/parent figures

- my brother

- my uncle

- my grandfather

- my grandmother

- my dad

- a few online friends

- a lot of random people that i felt responsible for somehow

the thing about having hyper realistic nightmares every night is i get to have so much trauma that's not even real but is also very real because i lived it (and keep reliving it) in dreams :)

#i'm fine this is fine #my brain is also really good at making up scenarios where everyone is under attack and i choose to hide by myself instead of sticking with #my family/friends #and when i come out of hiding the threat is gone but they are all dead :)#this is so fine and not at all haunting me at all times :)#rain.stuff #tw grief #tw death #tw trauma #tw guilt #tw survivors guilt #tw survivor's guilt #tw nightmares #tw unreality #<- to be sure #if i need to tag anything else lmk!!#i just needed to vent but i don't want to upset people

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whumpberry-cookie · 2 years

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Caretaker realising he became cruel.

(Tw: drugging, nonsexual noncon, gaslighting, victim blaming, bad caretaker, death wish, strong guilt, betrayal)

But doesn't care to change:

(W:) "I don't want to take this anymore. It makes me feel weak. I'm scared" (C:)"Listen, you've heared enough of encouraging words from me. Do we really have to work this through every single day? Either you take it now or I'll shove it down your throat"

Whumpee doesn't want anyone to see their wounds and markings. But it doesn't matter for Caretaker who forcefully takes their bandages off and starts to wash them with a harsh sponge. "Please, stop- Caretaker, you are hurting me" "It will hurt as long as you keep fighting"

Caretaker drugging Whumpee with sleeping pills so he doesn't have to listen to another sloppy confession.

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And is scared of what he might do:

Caretaker asks his Teammate to take care of Whumpee instead. (T:) "I thought you wanted to keep an eye on him. Why would you change your mind now? You know, you can tell me" (C:) "....I'm... I'm so angry, Teammate. I don't want to hurt them. But I'm thinking about it. All the time. I'm getting so irritated. What's wrong with me?" Teammate looks closely in his eyes "Caretaker. When was the last time you slept?" (C:) Why does it even-" (T:) "I can tell you are so tired. Go to sleep and we will talk this out in the morning"

Whumpee is suffering in critical state, the medic can not promise if they will survive. Caretaker catches himself at hoping they will not so he can finally rest. Even though he truly loves them. He just wants the fear and uncertainty to be over.

Whumpee keeps thanking Caretaker. And saying how much Whumpee admires him for being so patient, so gentle. Maybe even confesses love to him. But it all only makes him feel guilty for how much he's masking his frustration and disgust. "You know nothing about me" Caretaker finally snaps. "And I am not the person to love. Not by you."

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#whump #whumpee #whump prompt #caretaker #caretaker turned whumper #bad caretaker #writting prompt #recovery whump #tw gaslighting #tw noncon #tw drugging #tw betrayal #tw guilt #tw death wish

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sulky-star-cluster · 2 months

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They are the equivalent of Kill Code in the dimension but quite different from most. So it's a post October 2022 Lord Eclipse dimension and he put multiple people into stasis while he figured out what he would actually do with them. So Moon and Lunar still shared a body. While they were in stasis, their codes kind of congealed. Lunar was removed a while later but their coding wasn't split correctly. Then when 'Kill Code' developed sentience and was removed from Moon, he had bits of what was originally Lunar's coding which neutralized the more malicious parts of his coding. Chaos is protective and possessive but not necessarily violent by nature. Though he will absolutely slaughter people to keep his family safe. So he is classified as more of a protection code than a kill code.

And since it's a Lord Eclipse dimension, Envy, the Eclipse has plenty of blood filled wild life as well as plants that can produce what is basically blood fruit. So plenty to feed the pack.

Chaos also very intentionally gathered them. Just surprise adopted whoever wasn't being fed properly or was on the daycare kill list when he traveled to another dimension. He also has a few Eclipses, a Sun, and a Lunar.

*travels to Antares' dimension, leading him to a partially cleared section of the rubble. Sun is basically a scrap heap* As far as I can tell he has been offline pretty much the whole time so he probably only suffered for a short while. Though that short while almost definitely sucked.

Algol: Oh! So they aren't even really a Kill code anymore. Chaos is just a more defensive version of Moon? Intriguing. I suppose if you are Lord you can do about anything. Although Antares is a contradiction to that. I don't know what he's doing. I suppose if you just have flowers and fruit that just bleed blood, It would be easier to satiate them. I bet this chaos fellow sounds like he would take every single one of us under his thumb if he could. I'm surprised he hasn't with his description. Plus what the frequency he is mentioned. Why haven't they taken any of us under his wing?

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Antares: O-oh... Oh dear. They really are- Oh there in such bad shape. I don't even know if this is repairable, does he even have a memory chip? He's so- Oh- Oh that's funny.

Antares: Hahaha. It's a strange feeling. What is it? Guilt? Longing? A pitiful memory cloaked in a different light? Why does it even arise? How was I not expecting it? I asked to see, to look at what I left behind. To understand what state I left him in.

Antares: I never enjoyed Sun. He was my punching bag. Nothing more than a measly servant. Never once did I feel bad for what I did, or what I was doing. I was aggressive, merciless. Many would have reasons to hate me dearly. I felled numerous enemies. Like any lord I was a tyrant.

Antares: But looking at him now? About as broken as the world that I refuse to look at. Worse for wear then what I could ever do to him. Remembering that his entire life was being mocked under somebody's thumb. Whether that was Moon or me. I-

Antares: Perhaps I can sympathize with Black Star. I honestly do not see myself acting any better if he came back. It is only when I am alone that this feeling comes. This pitiful feeling of what ifs, And why did? The simple answer will always be because-... If we were already forgotten for just existing, then we must make them see us through extremes. Extremes that always end in devastation... But we are seen.

Antares: Ahh. It would- It would definitely be best if he did not come back with me. I don't know if I can- even now I don't want to see. Send them to whichever one you think would repair him best. Although as much as this Lord Envy sounds kind, I would prefer those two good eclipses could be chosen. If he does remember anything. If he can. It would be best not to scare him.

I am heading back.

#tw robot gore #cw robot gore #tw guilt #tw implied abuse #cw implied abuse #Algol #Antares #ask #sulky star cluster

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bones-of-a-rabbit · 7 months

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a very babbit monologue, number two (a one-sided conversation abt guilt between a self insert and Moondrop)

"you owe it to them to get better, even if you know that they hate you"

aka, living with the guilt of something so unthinkable and horrible in ways words can't touch is a losing game, but you have to live. live, and try not to let the guilt and the hate eat you alive, inside to out.

#bones of a rabbit #doodles #sketches #a very babbit monologue #babbit ramble #rambbit #ramblebit #fnaf self insert #self insert #o shit its babbit #tw guilt #tw grief #tw self loathing #fnaf moon x self insert

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tears-exe · 3 months

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"So many of you won't miss me until the warmth of my fire is gone"

(Note this is towards people in my life, not you random tumblr user)

#ventcore #traumacore #vent #tw death #tw guilt

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wolves-and-winters · 6 months

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Ashes and Ivory

Never from an Enemy.

New chapter of a new series.

Tw: Blood and injury, betrayal, death mention, character death, lady whump, dragon shape-shifter whumpee, grief, gore, broken bones.

Tags: @stab-the-son-of-a, and @befuddled-calico-whump

Mission Status: Failed.

The blunt words kept repeating in her mind, each one like a slap to Skyruin's face.

I'm sorry.

Her mentor was dead.

I tried.

It wasn't enough.

I'm so sorry.

As if anything she said would bring Nightdancer back.

She's gone. Dead and gone. You should know Kelsey. You burned her body.

It had all been for nothing. She’d succeeded in rescuing her captured mentor, only for her to die of her wounds within the hour, despite Skyruin's best efforts.

Half mad with grief, Skyruin had refused to let anyone take the older woman's body away from her, snapping and roaring and breathing fire at anyone who dared try. Including the few allies who had accompanied her.

Nightdancer had been like a mother to Skyruin.

They had all left, and only after hours of silence did Skyruin burn her mentors body. Perhaps it had been risky to wait with her so long, but it was forbidden to bring the body of a deceased hero back to the base, in case of trackers implanted somewhere.

But Skyruin couldn't bear to leave Nightdancer to rot. So she'd used her firebreath to cremate her, and then, she'd lain with the bones until long after they'd gone cold.

Only Madia had waited for her back at their former camp, silent and tearful when Skyruin had returned, hugging her when the shifter returned to her human form, whispering that she was sorry.

Tears burned in Skyruin's eyes, mixing with the rain that pelted her wings and seeped between her scales.

The look of agony on Nightdancer's face, which had remained even after death, was seared into her memory.

Growling low in her throat, the shifter dropped lower, golden eyes scanning the horizon. Madia had gone ahead, to break the news of Nightdancer's death.

The only sound in the pre-dawn twilight was the occasional crash of thunder, and the flapping or the dragon's wings.

The pain that exploded in the side of her chest came as a shock, and Skyruin shrieked as a line of burning agony tore down her flank. Her tail lashed, and she kicked out, her claws striking something, and she roared as the pain in her side worsened, before her claws sliced through the object, even as she failed in her desperate attempt to control her descent.

The stench of burning blood filled the air, and Skyruin wailed again as she plummeted towards the canyon floor, eyes locking on the figure behind the massive crossbow anchored on the ledge, previously obscured by the vegetation.

Madia.

Skyruin shrieked again, two kinds of pain echoing in the sound, even as she convulsed in agony, her tail swinging wildly, impacting with her former best-friend this time.

She let out a final shriek of agony as she crashed through the tree tops.

The dragon shuddered, reverting back into the shifter's human form as she fell.

The impact with the ground was accompanied by a shockwave of pain in her already wounded side, as the projectile was driven deeper into her flesh, and a sickening crack, as bone snapped like a toothpick.

That was the last thing Kelsey heard before she fell into a sea of darkness, which wasn't quite deep enough to escape the pain.

Skyruin's fall

#whump #whump writing #betrayal #Kelsey Emberfield #lady whump #tw death mention #tw character death #tw guilt #tw blood #tw broken bones

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she-had-many-names · 3 months

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"......"

She does her think and the shadows start to creep up you, you can't run this time......all you can do is accept your fate as they slowly creep up your entire body

She watches it happen tears streaming down her face as she stared at you with nothing but hatred

Eventually and unfortunately, you wake up, the pain from your wrists becoming more of an illusion of pain then actual pain

The black flower petals drifted in the wind

.........

There was someone there, her

She looked down at you

"......."

"You have hurt everyone I loved and more"

"......."

"I hope you enjoyed yourself while it lasted "

And with that she dissappears leaving you as you were, despite the fact it was a dream you know deep down that it wasn't

........

You indeed have hurt so many people

Chance wakes up being rushed through the hallways by a panicked Stitch.

…She feels sick.

Trait Added!

“Guilt”

You will find it very hard to find anything of worth in yourself.

#Tw guilt #tw violence #she had many names #rainaquest

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3mutantsinatrenchcoat · 7 months

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Juicy jury angst

@angelpuns owns Eugene (no hate towards him PLEASE, I wrote this on my own and with permission to show Eugene angry)

Don't worry guys! They are still family, just having a little bit of a fight

Tw/cw: cigarettes, fighting, dissociation, alot of guilt (from three), slight descriptions of feeling like body melting, Three not taking accountability for half of the story

Hurt no comfort

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Now, he will admit he is a thief. He steals from big Mama, he steals from yokai, people on the street, stores…anything shiney he can get his hands on. His greedy little hands.

If he could, Three would probably steal candy right from a baby. Not because he is mean, not because he is evil. Simply put he doesn't understand the world, he sees people have things he thinks people he cares about should have…and,...well. He takes them.

He usually never steals from those close to him but his boss, Eugene…well, he wouldn't let him have something. And he wanted to be just like him, but stores won't let him buy it and he can't get behind the counters so he went into his room.

He snatched the plastic lighter and the carton of cigarettes and sat in the middle of the room. He struggled to strike the lighter before he decided to use the flames coming from his jaw to light it.

It didn't take long for the smell of the bitter smoke to fill the air in the room. He didn't have a lower jaw but he did his best to copy how he remembered Eugene using them, breathing in….

And oh that BURNT. It burnt his throat and his chest, leaving him coughing it up, only adding the burn to his nose hole and the roof of his top jaw, some of the smoke coming out from his eye sockets.

Three cringed at it, he didn't understand how Eugene could do it. But Eugene was cool and strong so of course he had to do it too!

Eugene would never do anything that's purposely bad for him! So maybe it's just a new experience he had to live through.

He never saw Saturn do it, or Ra. Only Eugene and a few of the guards off at the hotel.

Or the people in their fancy get ups and makeup and masks, hair heavily sprayed with hair products and longer cigarettes that smell even worse than these ones.

But what hurt more was when Eugene found him not even a few minutes later. He could see the anger in his flames as they raised a little higher. He could feel the anger through his stomps, how he snatched the cigarettes out of his hand, how his voice sounded rougher as he screamed at him.

He couldn't hear what Eugene was saying, it was as if he tuned it out. It wasn't intentional he just…couldn't. It was as if Eugene was screaming at him from under water. He just…couldn't hear him.

He could only hear bits and pieces of it as Eugene took the items from his hands.

"DON'T TOUCH MY SHIT"

"LITTLE CROOK"

"GET OUT!"

It wasn't everything he said but it's what he caught onto the most. He starts zoning back into the conversation as Eugene grabs him by the arms and takes him out the room, firmly planting him outside the door before slamming it shut.

Three turns and looks at the door, frustration growing in his chest. Eugene could smoke so why couldn't he!? And so what if he touched them he was going to buy a new pack next time he went out!

He gets up and storms to his room. He doesn't even know what Eugene said, he doesn't. He knows three sentences. So it isn't like he can just figure out exactly what to say when Eugene calms down.

He closes his door and climbs onto his bed. He hated this, when they fought. Not…not play fought like genuinely fought. When the two would get angry and snap at each other and walk away. Sure they would be okay later but…this time it felt different, it felt worse.

It didn't help that the frequency from Eugene was off, it felt angry. It felt…somehow worse than how Big Mama's angry was.

What was he to do…what could he do?...

Nobody was home, he wouldn't be allowed down the stairs because of the baby gate…he doesn't know what exactly got Eugene so mad about it. I mean he knew that taking the cigarettes was bad, but it isn't like half the gifts he gives them aren't stolen! He's never gotten in trouble with it before so why was he now?..

Not only that Mama Saturn and RA were out in town for the whole day…so what could he do. He couldn't ask them what to do.

He didn't like this, his throat still burned, his chest hurt and his hands hurt. He didn't like this, he sat there in silence staring at the ceiling for what felt like forever.

He gets up and hops off the bed, heading down the hall to Eugene's room, he turns the handle and opens it, seeing the baby gate put between him and the room.

"Eugene I wanna sit in there with you" he looks at him sitting at his desk. He watched Eugene glances at him and then go right back to what he was doing.

"Eugene! I want to sit in there remove it-" he pushes on the baby gate.

He huffs and watches Eugene through the bars before he tries to climb it, struggling. "Eugene! Are you still mad!" He huffs and grunts as he slips and lands back on the floor.

He huffs and looks between the gate at Eugene, who still ignored him. Three felt the hurt in his hands get worse as he stands up and sticks his arm through it. "Eugene!.."

He couldn't get to him, he hated this. He wanted to be in there with him like he usually is. He grunts as he tries to reach him, even though Eugene was a good few feet away.

"Brother!" He shouts at him, his voice cracking with desperation before Eugene stood up. Three's tail wags slightly and he backs up to be let in only for Eugene to reach over the baby gate and slam the door, without so much as a look at him.

His tail slowly stops and he stares at the door, blinking a few times.

"... Eugene..?.." his voice cracks slightly, he must have really pissed him off now. He didn't understand, all he did was try to be like HIM. What was wrong about that? He knew it wasn't taking the cigarettes because he's from other people before.

He looks at the stairs and notices the gate was moved from there to Eugene's door. He looks back at the door and tries to open it only to hear the clicking of the lock protesting.

Eugene locked him out. He never locks him out. Three slowly heads back to his room, hugging himself. He must have really messed up…and this time he didn't know how to fix it.

He didn't know what to do, he messed up so bad that his brother won't even look at him. Was Eugene mad about him calling him that? Was that why Eugene was mad?

Thoughts flood into his little skull as he tries to figure out what needs to be fixed, he can fix it he swears he can. He doesn't want to end up back at that void if he can't fix it. It's COLD.

It's cold and he doesn't have anyone there. But if he can't fix it...

No, no it's okay. Three has to reassure himself. Because Big Mama has the bracelet, not Eugene.

Speak of the devil and he shall arrive because as soon as he thought about her he felt the center of chest squeeze. He gasps slightly and takes a few steps to his bed before the squeezing tightens, his legs crumble quickly and he drops to the floor, his flames dying quickly and dripping into liquid on the floor, he swore he felt half his face melting, even though it wasn't.

He couldn't feel Eugene's frequency, and it scared him but as soon as the grip loosened it was right back to where it was, thrumming through the floor and the air.

He gasps softly as tears build up, he feels nauseous. The liquid slowly stops dripping and goes back to the fine mist then back to the flames.

He had to get ready to go. He would be gone a whole week…and. He needed to talk to Eugene right now.

He couldn't leave Big Mama waiting but he couldn't leave Eugene mad. He slowly gets back to his feet and walks back to Eugene's door. He hesitates before knocking. "Eugene?..."

No answer. So he tries again…still no answer.

Final time, Eugene swung the door open, his hands shaking. "Three, leave me the fuck alone. I don't want to see you right now"

Three hesitates before looking at him. "I gotta-"

"I don't care!" Eugene drags his hand down his face in annoyance before huffing. "Leave me alone, you stole from me. I can't TRUST you right now."

Three stares at him, realizing he was in trouble for taking the cigarettes. He didn't get a chance to respond before the door shut again.

And just like that three felt the warm tears building up, he messed up. He messed up and there was no time to fix it. He slowly turns and walks down the stairs, hand on the wall.

He had to leave, to go fight and he didn't even know if Eugene would text him at all while he was gone. Would he even care?...would he pick him up at the end of the road?

Three walks out the house and lets in a shaky breath. While he is gone…he can go find something to fix it. And when he gets home…all will be better.

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