The Haircut (a bbieal AU fanfic)
WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS VOMITING, MIGRAINES, AND MEN WHO ARE CORNY AND SAPPY AF TOWARDS EACH OTHER
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it was so stupid, it's just hair. NULL kept telling himself that, as he held the safety scissors. He just needed a haircut really badly. His hair was finally getting in his face, and it was bothering him to no end.
He was inside an abandoned classroom, it was fairly dark, the only light source being the hallway outside. NULL didn't care if the developer was watching him now, He just really needed to get this over with.
"Come on, stop... stop worrying about it." He whispered, holding up a piece of mirror glass he found and ducttaping it to the wall. He took a deep breath, and grabbed a strand of hair, shakily holding the scissors over it, before.
He flinched, hissing as a sudden jolt of pain sparked through his scalp. A wave of nausea rolled in with the sound of glitched-out game code processing his “error.” "f---" a loud beep cut through his words, censoring what he might've said.
He squinted, eyes blurry from tears already forming. “Just... get this over with,” he muttered.
Another chunk of hair fell to the ground.
The migraine slammed in behind his eyes like thunder. His hands tightened on the scissors. He couldn’t stop now—not halfway. He looked down. His feet were blurry. His vision fogged. Warm tears pattered onto the floor in a rhythm he couldn’t control.
A broken scream escaped him as he doubles over, fists clenched against his skull., throwing the scissors at a window and collapsing, hugging his head in his hands as he began to shakily breathe. It hurt. Beyond any pain he felt before. even the coughing now felt like a light flu compared to whatever hell this was in his scalp. he claws at his stomach, the feeling of something choking on his throat before..
he reopens his eyes, and sees a pool of staticy mush laying by his hands.. vomit? maybe. His head was still pounding.. He looked up and saw the scissors he had thrown before grabbing them.. It'll be over. just a few more snips.
God what was he thinking? he asked himself, stopping as he sat on the floor, trying to regain his bearings as he looked up. The ceiling was blurry, swirling around in nonsense,
He takes a deep breath.. Just one little tear. Maybe it won't hurt. Maybe this will hurt less than those stupid scissors did.
One
As soon as he tore it all out, the pain came rushing back, and it hurt far worse than when it did with the scissors. He screamed in pain, tears rushing down and soaking his shirt. He felt the need to throw up again, as his arms covered his stomach, a loud whimper escaping him, before he covered his mouth. Why. Why did it hurt so much? He wheezed and another bile exited him, causing him to finally sob in pain. Normally, He would've cherished that feeling, crying, but now it felt so painful. Especially with this pounding in
He looked at the glass piece taped to the wall, trying to steady his breathing. His reflection was a mess—his hair uneven, jagged on one side and untouched on the other. His eyes were red, blurred with tears. One half of him looked like a different person entirely.
Why did it have to hurt so much?
Why couldn't he just... be allowed to change?
His fingers trembled as they touched the shorter side. Bits of hair clung to his shirt, his cheeks, the damp floor beneath him. He tried to breathe again, but his throat was tight. Every inhale stung.
NULL sat there, knees pulled to his chest, holding the scissors in limp fingers. He didn’t have the strength to keep going. Not right now.
He wasn't sure if the developer had seen all this—but honestly? He didn’t care anymore.
He panted, grasping the last strand and cutting it off, that ache coming back, stronger than ever. NULL felt his eyes roll to the back of his head. He wasn’t even sure if he’d passed out from pain… or from finally letting go. before it all went dark.
NULL’s eyes cracked open. A yellow bowtie blurred into view—then a familiar face.
"Oh thank god." Principal sighed, rubbing his temple. "what happened?"
NULL laid there, staring at the authorative figure before him. He took a few deep breathes. "I was..um.. trying to cut my hair." NULL hoarsely spoke. "So that's why you were screaming?" "It hurt like sh--"
Principals once stern expression softened, feeling NULLs head. "So, cutting your hair hurts?" He asks. "Yeah. I realized that after the first snip." NULL dryly replied.
"You didn't stop?" Principal grunted, leaning into NULLs face. "I don't.. I didn't think.." NULL paused. why DID he do that.
"Next time, just ask me to do it." Principal sighed, lifting NULL up. “WOAH—OKAY—GEEZ!” NULL instinctively clung to his neck, eyes wide. “Wha—wha—hahaha—what? What... um... what are you doing?!” NULL asked sheepishly, laughing nervously. "To my office." "But I'm fine." "You threw up. Twice. And then blacked out. You are NOT fine." Principal scolded.
"..can you at LEAST put me down?" NULL grumbled, his face turning a bright pink. "No, you'll just scramble off like a headless chicken." "A HEADLESS WHAT."
Principal leaned in close, watching NULL’s nose scrunch up with fury, his blush still blazing. "Bawk Bawk." The Thing teased, a slow smug grin appearing on his face.
Principal unlocked the door and set NULL on the table, before grabbing a png of medicine. "Here. I usually don't condone eating in the halls. But this is an emergency." He said, popping open the bottle and handing him a 200mg pill. NULL stared, as he never liked medicine.. But if it meant a stop to the pain, he'd have to suck it up. He forced the pill down and panted. "better?" The Thing asked, sitting down. "It feels less like i'--------.. which a big plus." NULL sighed, the loud buzz making Principal wince as his eyebrows pressed together for a second. "Next time, just ASK for help." Principal ordered, NULL rolling his eyes jokingly.
