Tw// dead dove: do not eat.
"The last time I've seen you, you were a bloody tween. You're a stupid adult now, and you're still willowing in your own self pity."
"You've become delusional. You're imagining *me*."
What more could I say? He was right. I *was* imagining a 200 cms tall fictional robot in my room, trying to comfort mt broken soul. Must be because of...
He finally reached out to me, trying to pull the pique blanket I had on, one of the only blankets I had with me.
But I didnt. I held the blanket tighter to my body as I cuddled the toy tighter.
I ignored him and only focused on the video I was watching through my laptop.
Realising screaming wasnt helping, he finally just sat by my feet on the bed. Silence took over for a while, just broken by the fnaf video I sas watching.
"Do I really look like that? No, no... Im more handsome."
Before I could react, his big hand touched my head. He brushed away at my hair, my tears, just comforting me how I always wanted to be. Just gentle, loving... Soft.
"... You know. Im honoured in a way. You refused a literal God to a broken down, British animatronic."
"... Zamasu is too egotistical."
"And Im not? What about Spy? He is good with people."
With a sigh, Springtrap took his hand away from my head and instead placed it on his lap.
With a dreaded motion, I slowly stood up from the bed. I was hungry, tired, my wrists and chest ached in such agony I felt like I had to tear them apart. I somehow walked to the bathroom in my small, lonely dorm room and avoided the mirror as I held my bleeding wrist under the water and just watched the colour change. After a while, I finally patted it dry with some paper towels and went to lay back down. I needed to sleep for a little; no need for food, I didnt deserve a meal that day. At least... I had someone in my room, watching over me as I rotted.
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