Patrick Hockstetter Brainrot Part 5
CW:Vomiting,neglect of mental health,manipulation,etc.
-In regards to mentally ill reader,if you take medication for your illness?No you don’t.
-He WILL convince you that you don’t need them,that all you need is him.
-He’ll even help you throw them up if your parents tongue check you before you leave the house.
Patrick waits just outside your house behind the tree in your yard like he does every day watching the door for you to come out.As soon as that door shuts behind you and you descend the porch steps,he’s tugging you behind the tree and shoving his fingers down your throat.
“That’s it,crazy girl.Just a little more.Gotta make sure all that shit’s out of you,darlin’.”
-He hates how zombified the meds make you.All unreactive and unresponsive.You’re not his pretty little doll anymore.You’re just some weird shell and he can’t fucking stand it.
He watches you with unblinking eyes as you sit there,struggling to keep your eyes open.Your parents caught on to how you’d been spitting out your pills and they started practically forcing them down your throat.You were readjusting to your usual dose and it was making you tired.Patrick pokes you and you don’t even hum in response.You don’t even fucking feel it,really.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
You blink slowly before looking at him and tilting your head.Your brain was moving so slow,it felt like you were trying to think your way out of a jar of molasses.
Your words were quiet and slurred.You were sat at your desk next to Patrick’s in the back of the room.You were curled in on yourself,hunched over your desk a little trying to stay awake.
“What do you mean ‘what do I mean’?Baby,you look like a fuckin’ zombie.What did you—“
“Your mama made you take those fuckin’ pills again?”
All you can do is nod in response.Patrick is pissed.Beyond pissed.He stands from his desk and grabs your wrist and drags you out into the hall,not even giving the teacher’s protests a second thought.She wasn’t real.She didn’t matter.But you?You were the closest thing he’d found to real since Avery and he’d be damned if these NPCs were going to drug the reality out of you.He dragged you out of the school and into the tree line before pinning you against one of the pines.You opened your mouth to speak but his fingers were already down your throat.He’d be damned if he let those pills sit.
“C’mon,pretty girl.I need you ta puke for me,‘kay?Them pills ain’t good for you.”
Patrick always thought he knew what was best for you.Not your mama,not your dad.Him.Because look at what they were doing to his girl.Drugging her up and taking away her sparkle.
He let you go and you fell to your knees in the grass as you retched.You coughed and coughed until your breakfast came up,pills included.They hadn’t had enough time to digest just yet.Your eyes watered and your cheeks were flushed but he just sat and watched you puke up those stupid pills.
“There ya go,baby.Atta girl.”
He pulls you into his lap when you’re done with his back against the trunk of the tree.He strokes your hair and hums softly,some tune you recognize but can’t quite place,as you sit there shaking like a chihuahua.You hated puking—the feeling,even the sound of it made you feel ill—but in the end,you always knew that Patrick knew best.He was all you needed.
-Patrick knows exactly when you get your meds refilled and he WILL come over that same afternoon to flush them down the toilet with you while your parents are gone.
-Will even help you convince your parents that they just forgot to pick them up from the pharmacy.
