Your Inconvenience Will Not Be Tolerated (Zellner+You [All]/Fiction)
TW// This will have mentions of self harm thoughts and discussions of suicide. If those topics make you uncomfortable, I suggest you don't read this as your mental health matters more than this. I advise a ton of reader discretion.
Contains: Slight bullying & positive affirmations
You: *looks out the window of the moving train*
Stranger: *staring daggers at you*
You: *turns to the stranger* What?
Stranger: You disgust me.
You: Excuse me?
Stranger: You wanna know why?
You: No. No, I do not.
Stranger: It's because-
You: I said no! Let me have some peace please?!
Stranger: And why should I? Why should I let you have a bubble filled with such disgusting words of negativity? People like you are the reason why we can't have "peace" anymore.
You: And you're spewing bullshit because...?
Stranger: Because you and so many vermins wanna shove your beliefs of death down our throats!
You: What the hell are you talking about? Have you been watching me write in my notebook the whole time?!
Stranger: Your writing is terrible! Write something else!
You: I guess this is what I get for trying to keep myself from panicking? This is what I get for trying to feel like a weight won't be on my chest anymore? Tell me, do you kiss your mommy with that big mouth? Because I have a feeling that you use it to suck di-
Policeman: Impertinent.
You & Stranger: Excuse us?
Policeman: What is the matter? I don't understand why you are causing a scene. Is there something wrong?
Stranger: Why yes, officer.
Policeman: Constable, actually. I am Constable Anton Jakob Zellner.
Stranger: Well, whatever. This [boy/girl/person] thinks [he/she/they] can shove suicide down our throats by writing [his/her/their] failed attempts in [his/her/their] stupid book of "secrets"! I CAN CLEARLY SEE [HIS/HER/THEIR] WORDS OF.....OF.......SUCH DEVILISH BEHAVIOR!
Zellner: I.....I don't understand why this fine [gentleman/lady/human] would offend you by writing [his/her/their] feelings down without harm. [Is he/Is she/Are they] bothering you personally?
Stranger: YES, CONSTABLE! I want [him/her/them] out of my sight!
You: Actually, I would like to stay here. This is the only available seat in this kart that has windows because I like to look at the view. This is the only kart with windows on this train alone.
Zellner: As you wish, [sir/madam/fellow].
Stranger: Really? You're siding with this vermin garbage?
Zellner: Yes I am. I would much rather help vermin garbage than help a vermin rat that sounds like needles on a chalkboard whenever they speak.
You: OOP?!π―π³π€π€
Stranger: *scoffs* You.....you rotten imbecile piece of-
Zellner: Your inconvenience will not be tolerated. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to move to the next kart.
Stranger: *gets up* Asshole. *walks away*
You: *sigh* I am truly sorry you had to hear me talk about his mom.
Zellner: *chuckles* I wouldn't worry about it. May I give you a word of advice?
You: Of course!
Zellner: Your skin is something made out of epidermis. What you are doing is cutting through the epidermis like it was made of paper. Have you ever heard the phrase "Your skin is not paper"?
You: I.....have not.
Zellner: Your skin, or the epidermis, is never to be cut because the blood is important to keep in order to help function your energy. You may not care about that in the moment, but I also want you to think about something else besides you wanting to split the epidermis. Think about the trips you have always wanted to take. Think about people you want to meet. Think about...your favorite celebrity.
You: You.....you mean......Anthony Perkins?
Zellner: Pardon?
You: Oh.....I thought you knew.
Zellner: I have actually heard of him. Wouldn't you ever want to meet him one day?
You: *silently thinking for 10 seconds* I do.
Zellner: Then don't drain out your blood. Use your energy to reach your goals. I have already used mine and met my favorite author Clarissa Westmacott. That was.....before she passed 2 years later. But, I still cherish those memories in my heart for the rest of my life. Would you want to take your own life before you make a memory you always wanted to cherish?
You: I......no. No, I wouldn't.
Zellner: That journal is your key to a good life. Keep writing. That will help you from giving in to your darkest thoughts.
You: Honestly, Constable, you seem like the grand-dad I never had.
Zellner: That's.....very touching. Thank you for the gesture, young [man/lady/one].
You: I know this is an odd request, but can you please look after us passengers in this kart so that nothing bad ever happens?
Zellner: That's not odd at all. Of course I will.
You: Thanks, Constable....uh.....what's your name again?
Zellner: Constable Zellner.
You: Thank you, Zellner. *bows politely*
Zellner: *bows back*
