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2025-07-28
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2025-10-06
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Abandonment

Summary:

Player Character (YOU!!) is depressed after realizing everyone, mental heath issues and comfort ensues.

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(See the end of the work for notes.)

Chapter 1

Summary:

Big sad.

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"Until you're just another girl on the subway..."

 

It had been three years already. Three years since you realized everyone. The house felt so... empty. Without the warmth of knowing you always have company to talk to when you're lonely. Without.. them. All of them. You missed them so much.

 

You contemplated moving away. Leaving it all behind... until you remembered that every bed would be Betty, every clock would be Timothy.. you couldn't leave this behind. Every shadow reminds you of Skips, every empty space reminds you of what you once had. You catch yourself wondering if they even cared.

 

You open your phone, clicking on Thiscord and typing a message to the group chat with everyone. 'Hey! How's everyone doing??' You hope they answer. Nobody does. It breaks your heart, knowing that they're enjoying life while yours falls apart without them.

 

With a sigh, you grab your keys and decide to visit Dirk at his tattoo removal place. You play some music on the ride, not realizing how tears pool in your eyes and spill down your cheeks. You grip the steering wheel, biting your lip. You pull into the parking lot, wiping your eyes and plastering a small smile on your face.

 

As you walk into the small shop, Dirk looks up at you and smiles faintly. "Hey." He greets. You smile weakly. "Hi.." you say, voice wavering. "You okay..?" Dirk hesitantly asks. "Did I mean anything to you?" You blurt before even thinking. "I mean.." He chuckles awkwardly. "You were a wonderful experience."

 

Your heart drops. You were just an experience to him. "You were everything.." You mutter, voice cracking with the weight of your emotions. Before he can answer, you turn around and walk out.

 

As you turn your car back on, you can't stop your tears. You sob in your car for a while, unable to process that nobody cares. After you collect yourself, you begin to drive to Fantina's house. Surely she still loves you... right? As you arrive, you shakily wipe your tears away, not even bothering to smile anymore.

 

As you knock, you hear the shuffle of clothes. You wonder what that is coming from... Fantina opens the door looking frazzled, face flushed and clothes messily strung on. Her shirt is unbuttoned slightly. Behind her on the couch is.. a guy. With a blanket over his lap. Your head spins.

 

"Hi Fantina." You say flatly, already knowing what she's gonna say. "Hi! Uhm, you caught me at a bad time, sorry!" She rambles, blushing. "So.. was I just a phase to you?" You ask bluntly, hands shaking. "I’m sorry..? Uh.. I've moved on.. and I’m kinda busy, so could you leave..? Sorry!" Your eyes begin to water again. You leave, getting back in your car and driving back home.

 

As you stumble through the door, body heavy with confusion and sadness, you go to your fridge and fling it open. You usually don't drink, but it feels necessary right now.

Chapter 2

Summary:

BIGGER sad.

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(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

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“And I am relieved that I'd left my room tidy.. They'll think of me kindly, when they come for my things…”

 

You’ve never considered yourself a drinker. Yet here you are, empty bottles scattered across your room. A few weeks have passed since you talked to Dirk and Fantina, and you’ve been drinking heavily . One night, you snapped. Slamming a pencil sharpener against the edge of your desk until the blade popped out.

 

You couldn’t feel the sting of the metal digging into your forearms, only the soft trickle of blood that pooled onto the bathroom floor. When had you even stumbled into the bathroom..? You were too drunk to tell. With shaking hands you open Thiscord and type out a message. One single word. ‘Goodbye.’ 

 

You drop your phone, staggering to your feet opening your medicine cabinet. You grab a nearly full bottle of headache medicine, tears blurring your vision. Falling to your knees, you open the bottle. You stare down at the pills, the cold bathroom floor tiles beginning to nip at your skin. You swallow a handful of pills, smiling softly to yourself

 

This was relief. Freedom.

 

Luckily for them, but unluckily for you.. You were alive. You weren’t conscious while it was happening, but Johnny saw your text and rushed over to your place, probably breaking several speed limits. He uses his spare key, running up the stairs to your room. He saw the bathroom door cracked open and.. you. Unconscious with empty bottles of alcohol and pills scattered across the floor around your body, which was slumped against the bathtub.

 

The next few hours were a blur of ambulance lights and medical terms Johnny didn’t understand. All he knew was you were going to make it out alive, and he would be there to support you through recovery. Guilt gnawed at him for not noticing earlier, but at least you were alive. 

Notes:

Oh wow. so much support over this shitty fanfic?! kisses!! ヾ(≧▽≦*)

Chapter 3

Summary:

Hospitals are spooky !!

Notes:

AHHHHHH IM SO BURNT OUT IM SORRYYYYY ┗( T﹏T )┛

Also sorry for the boring chapter, and I'm aware that this situation isn't accurate, but its convenient.......

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“I broke into a million pieces, and I can't go back..."

 

Waking up in a hospital bed was one thing you never thought you would experience. Yet here you are, the steady beep of a heart monitor bringing you to your senses. You squint, the sudden light hurting your head. A stinging sensation on your wrist makes you groan. Upon inspection, you see blood-soaked bandages covering your wrist. You don't even remember doing anything last night.

 

Suddenly, the door opens to reveal Johnny. Your eyes sting with tears as he enters. He gasps when he sees you awake, calling for a nurse. ”What happened..?” You mutter grogily, tears rolling down your cheeks. “Check your phone.” Is all he says.

 

Confused, you search for your phone. Once you find it, you input the password. Thiscord is still open, displaying 99+ notifications. Scrolling up to find your goodbye text was gutting. Your hands shake, phone dropping. “I tried to..” you start, unable to finish the sentence. “Yeah.” Johnny replies solemnly.

 

You don't know what comes next. You've always been a relatively happy person. A nurse walks in, smiling when they see you awake. “Good morning,” they say softly. “We have a lot to talk about.” Your head spins. Were they going to send you away? You still had to let everyone else know you’re okay… “The doctor recommends you start therapy. No further action is needed unless your mental state deteriorates further.”

 

You breathe a sigh of relief, heartbeat slowing down to a regular pace. Your hands grip at the soft linen sheets, grounding yourself in the moment and stilling your thoughts. “Thank you… uhm, when am I getting discharged..?” You ask nervously, the tremble in your hands worsening. “A few hours, just need to get more paperwork finished..”

 

You nod, grabbing your phone and frantically typing a message to the house chat. The replies flood in instantly. Get better soon, hope you’re okay… all of that stuff. The nurse leaves the room, leaving you and Johnny in awkward silence.

 

“How’re you feeling..?” Johnny suddenly speaks, breaking the silence. “As good as I can feel after this..” You nervously chuckle. He nods in response.

Chapter 4: A/N

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Hey guys!! So sorry to upload a chapter that is just an authors note but... i have to. So......... my mental health has gotten real shitty over the past few months and i've been struggling with drug abuse. It may be a while until i upload again because ive been urged to go to rehab. SO SORRY!!!

Notes:

THIS SUCKS, I KNOW. WRITING THIS STARTED AS A JOKE BUT THE PEOPLE WANTED IT SO HERE. Also, the paragraphs were longer on my phone.