Hello! How are you today?
Iβm sorry if itβs a bit dark and I COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND if you donβt want to write it; but may I request a thing where reader attempts ending themselves (could be for any reason, but my idea is the killing game took a big mental toll on them), but it fails.
Iβm mainly leaving this idea open, like who the characters are, weather they find out through some random way or witness it; either way I just want the angst.
Thank you so much for reading this ask, and I hope you have a good day/night! :D
a/n:.... so this is literally my self insert. sigh..... i'm gonna do it for the protags cuz that's how I have it planned for my dangan version.
(also I am SO sorry I took so long! I usually wouldn't!!)
makoto, hajime, shuichi (separate) x sui-attempted! reader
when he came knocking at your door to ask for assistance, the last thing he expected was to be met with you to a knife to your throat.
this was bad enough,
but seeing that it was at your own hand? that was the hardest for him.
of course he was quick on his feet, knocking it out of you hand and gripping either side of your face and striking you with words that came out firm and upset while wearing an expression that crumbled and broke with tears pricking in the corner of his eyes.
what the hell were you thinking?!
sure the stress with this game had been a lot, but-
-was that really the only exit you saw?
.. leaving him?
he felt so selfish thinking that, but it's what he felt.
you can't leave him.
the ultimate hope would lose all hope.
the loud crash heard from outside your cabin would alert anyone, of course he ran in and-
.......
oh.
he sees.
seeing you on your knees with a chair knocked over and a lazily tied rope in your hand was a surprise sure, and it definitly was not welcomed, but it made sense that you would try this. you were always the most antsy one.
he hesitated before approaching you like you would a scared animal, kneeling down infront of you and, without breaking eye contact, took the rope from your hand.
once he made sure you were away from it, he tried talking you down.
why hadn't you come to him with your worries?
sure, he wasn't the best at comforting.
and he wouldn't be much help.
but he doesn't doubt he could help you in some way, at least he'd keep you from getting to this point.
he'd keep a closer eye on you from now on..
no. no no no.
immediate panic sets in and he swears he's never moved so quickly.
the sedatitives in your hands are thrown across the room. it's like veronica and heather mcnamara.
no no no!
spit that out now!!
he literally forces your mouth open and takes said pills out before you could swallow them, all while frantically trying not to start crying by focusing on you.
why would you do this?
did he not pay close enough attention?
did he miss the signs?
no no no no no.
overlapping thoughts like this and just 'no' repeat and repeat in his head.
he tries steadying his breath and his hands find themselves in your hair, trying to smooth it out best he can with shaky fingers.
please dont do that.
his heart can't take another.
let alone you.
