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     He couldn't ever fit in with all the others, he was too different. He was made fun of because of his eyes. His eyes. He hated his eyes. They were nowhere close to natural, neither was his hair. His hair was a cyan color with his gold and turquoise eyes. He hated it, he hated his hair, he hated his skin, he hated his eyes. He wanted to get rid of all of it. He hated the scars that littered his arms and body, all the way down to his mid thigh from the many nights prior. They healed over, barely visible by the new skin covering the scars up.

     He couldn't stand looking in the mirror with his eyes. Yes, he's tried contacts, but it just hurts. He cant take it to lose his sight, but he doesn't want his eyes. He would want Green eyes, no, blue! Maybe then he'd adore his hair and boast about it to the friends he had, but he had these disgusting eyes. He hated everything about him, he hated everything about them, his eyes. He hated them. Them.

Why did it have to be him to hurt so much? To remember everything?

–

     The sun rose slowly above the valley, Scott waking up at his usual time. As he hopped down the ladder and went to the kitchen to make coffee, he heard a rough rattering against the door. He sighed and walked over, opening the door to see a huge hoglin in his face. He staggered back, the scare knocking the air right out of his lungs. He heard a faint chuckling as he glanced up to see Fwhip on top of the beast.

"Fwhip it's 7 in the morning! What are you doing?!"

The cyan shouted at the orange.

"Oh Y'know! I needed some dye for a few things, I also wanted to show you my ride, Aren't they beautiful!"

Fwhip grinned as Scott crossed his arms, slowly gaining his composure.

"Well show indeed. You scared the life out of me!"

Fwhip couldn't help but burst out laughing at the comment with a glare being sent that way.

"What dyes do you even need?"

Scott uncrossed his arms and slipped his shoes on, sliding past the huge hoglin to his dye area.

"Well I do need some of the...."

Fwhip started talking as Scott pulled the barrel of dye out of the crevice it was lodged in.

–

They chatted for a bit before Fwhip made a comment.

"Y'know, I wish I had cool eyes like yours, I love how different they are, yes I have my greenish skin and ears but you just look awesome! Not to mention the color of your hair"

He beamed up at Scott who looked terrified, mouth slightly open from being cut off from what he was talking about.

'He didn't mean it, you know he doesn't mean it.'

He thought to himself as he took a deep breath, putting on a sweet and warm smile.

"Why thank you Fwhip, I know I'm awesome"

Fwhip laughed and patted Scotts shoulder.

"Show off!"

'Show off..'

Scott leaned against the wall, managing to keep the smile on his face.

"Oh c'mon admit it Fwhip, I'm the best"

Fwhip snorted and got back on his hoglin.

"You wish! Everyone knows I'm the best!"

Scott forced himself to strain out a giggle before he waved Fwhip off.

"I'll cya later Scott, it's been great talking to ya, good luck on your future building!"

     His voice slowly faded into the distance as Scott slid down the wall. He really was a showoff, showing off nearly nothing compared to Joel. Joel was so much better than him and all his builds. His portal covered Scotts and it was so much bigger. Why did it hurt so much?

–

     He lay in the grass of his llama's enclosure. All of them laid beside him as stray tears swept down his face. He made little to no sound besides the rough uneven breathing. They were almost like service pets, they helped calm him down. Maybe that's why he's called them his best friends. He could cry to them and complain about his struggles and past to them without having any negative words come from them. After he would finish speaking they would surround him in a circle and rub against his sides and chest, that may have been their way of comfort. He's seen it before when a baby llama fell and its mother did that to it. They were colorful like him.

–

     Days and days passed without anyone visiting, Joel building more cool things, the teasing of his eyes growing, the overwhelming compliments of his looks. He didn't believe a word the others said about his appearance. He looked so awful he couldn't look himself into a mirror. He wouldn't believe he looked cool or cute or even beautiful. Everything about him was just wrong, he looked disgusting, especially with his eyes.

–

     He never really remembered when his eyes became mismatched. He thought it was cool as a kid but as time went on and on he started to realize the burden he was stuck with. He would always say thank you or teasingly say 'Yes, I know', But he knew he was none of that, he knew he wasn't anything special. He hated his eyes, he hated the way his body looked. That must be why he always wore baggy clothes like he did. Mismatched with his eyes.

     Maybe if he didn't have mismatched eyes he would be abnormal, maybe if he didn't have this stupid cyan hair. He's dyed it blonde before but the blue quickly came back. He just wanted to be normal, why couldn't he be normal?!

–

     His breathing was rough, he couldn't see through the tears that threaded to spill from his eyes. He was in Tumble town, nowhere near his colorful llama friends. He was in one of the back allies, hiding from the Sheriff. He doesn't remember what triggered it but the Sheriff had come running after him.

     Why couldn't he be normal? Why couldn't he just suck it up and move on instead of being such a crybaby? He was just doing this for attention, he just wanted attention.

     They aren't your friends. They just wanna see you make a fool of yourself. They wanna see you cry, they wanna make fun of you and your pitiful ugly self. They wanna watch you, watch you fall from your confidence. They wanna see you perish. They wanna leave you behind once and for all and leave you to rot all alone. They already make fun of you behind your back, they always laugh when you fail and they always will.

–

     As Jimmy ran around looking for Scott, he caught his blue hair and mismatched clothes in one of the alleyways. Scott was curled up on the ground, roughly shaking, trying to breathe properly. Scott flinched as Jimmy sat down beside him, helping him sit up. He was pulled into Jimmy's lap as Jimmy rubbed his back up and down in an attempt to calm him. Scott allowed his shoulders to drop as he nuzzled his face into the crook of Jimmy's neck.

     Scott slowly calmed down in Jimmy's arms. He finally felt okay, it didn't need to take words to make him feel reassured, what Jimmy was doing was perfect. He couldn't help but think of the things the other said, he only slightly believed it when Jimmy said it while he was flustered. He felt okay around Jimmy, he felt confident. Most importantly he felt the safest he had ever been, even if it was nearing closer and closer to nightfall. 

"You there buddy?"

     Jimmy shifted Scott on his lap to where he could sit up a bit more rather than being slumped up against the sheriff. Scott did a small nod, followed by a yawn. Jimmy couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he hoisted Scott up into his arms, letting him lean against his chest.

     Was Scott too heavy? Should he sit up a little? Jimmy was strong enough to carry him right?

     Jimmy rubbed small circles into his back as he started walking to his sleeping quarters. Everyone seemed to have a bigger bed than Scott on the server, Scott couldn't really stand one color all the time, there had to be multiple. Jimmy and him discussed this ner the start of the season. Scotts eyes caught a glimpse of different colored pillows, it seemed to be the only focus, the colors were beautiful and neon. He couldn't help but smile into the crook of Jimmy's neck, tickling the sheriff.

"Is this why you needed all that dye, Sheriff?"

Jimmy nodded and kissed his forehead.

"Of course, It's for my favorite colorful person after all"

Scott smiled as Jimmy set him down on the bed.

"So does this mean cuddles?"

"Hm, lemme think about it.. Oh of course you silly"

Jimmy started pulling his boots off, slightly hopping on one foot.

"Y'know, I think it would be a lot better if you sat on the bed silly"

     Scott grabbed his vest and yanked him onto the bed, causing him to collapse on top of the cyanette. Jimmy worked his other boot off and kicked it to the end of the bed with his other discarded boot.

     It took them both a moment to fix their positions to a more comfortable one. Jimmy held Scott close, gently running his fingers through the cyan hair. Scott had his eyes closed as he snuggled more into Jimmy's chest, this felt nice. This felt safe. He was finally safe.

     Maybe, just maybe, he could love himself how his friends around him loved him. Maybe he could see how beautiful he was that his friends kept pestering him about, wishing that they were him. Maybe, he was loved.

     He could be himself around his friends, that's all that really mattered wasn't it? He could put his worrying to rest. He could be happy with who he actually was and let his colors show, his eyes, his skin, even his hair. He loved color, he started to love himself. He could be happy with his friends and he could be happy with himself.

     But things could and never would be like that. No matter how much he longed for it, it would never come. He would never feel safe would he? But he could, maybe if he really tried he could. He just needed a little help along the way.

     But all of these were maybes, they were all possibilities, they were all dreams he hoped would come true. Maybe they even would come true, just maybe. Maybe if he wished hard enough, put more effort, hung out with them, let himself breathe freely. He could be himself. He could, he just had to try. He could make others laugh and he could make himself laugh, he could have his unique laugh, just like his friends did.

–

Scotts Pov

     As me and Jimmy settled underneath the blankets our breathing became even together. My skin was warm under the soft blanket that held us. I could tell Jimmy was sleeping by the lazy soft circles he was rubbing into my side, it honestly felt nice to have someone here for me like this. It's been way too long since I've felt comforted, especially like this, Did I even deserve it?Everyone here was always so nice, I don't quite understand it. Maybe he remembers. Maybe he remembers the flowers, the pain, the hurt of the other worlds. I know I do, I can't ever erase it out of my brain. What matters now is that we're safe together, in the messy room he'd try to clean up, it's hard not to giggle. I pressed a kiss to his forehead before I leaned back into him, tracing fingers along the barely seen stitches of his face, traveling down his neck and along parts of his body. He was like a plushie if you think about it.

'In the morning we should all hang out'

He manages to mumble out. I simply nodded and smiled into him, content. What a sleepy sheriff.

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I will be doing the requests soon enough! Just be patient with me please, I just got finsihed with this today :D

I hope you enjoy this while I write some more angst but now with Lizzie and Joel