My Brain: ISKALL ANGST

Me: NO

My Brain: ISKALL ANGST
My Brain: ISKALL ANGST
My Brain: ISKALL ANGST
ISKALL ANGST! ISKALL ANGST ISKALL ANGST ISKALL ANGST ISKALL ANGST ISKALL ANGST ISKALL ANGST ISKALL ANGST

Me: why tho?

My Brain: DO IT YOU LITTLE B***H

Me: I feel threatened....

My Brain: GOOD NOW DO IT.

Me: ok...

I'm sorry... I'm about to really hurt Iskall.....
You've already been warned. I teased iskall angst in my last oneshot. And in the conversations tab on my page.

Trigger Warnings: self harm.
Suicidal thoughts. Fainting.

Iskall's POV:

Pain. Oh how I wish I could feel it!
I don't feel anything anymore!

I don't feel the satisfaction of completing a new branch on my mega tree of doom.

I don't laugh anymore with joy. My laughter is forced.

Even if I did feel something I feel very little!

Guilt. Oh do I feel guilty!
"IskallMan" didn't do a good enough job as Stress's campaign manager. Even though she said she didn't care it was all fun and games. I still feel guilty.

I just want to feel something other than guilt and numbness.

Ever wonder why I wear a hoodie all the time?
Why I wear fingerless gloves?

It's simple, to hide. To hide my scars. The scars I put there.

To hide them from Stress. From the architects. From Ren. From Xisuma. From Scar and Cub. And from all the other Hermits.

The thin scars I placed on the palms of my hands and upper arms.

No hermit noticed. I plan for them to never know.

What would they say to me if they found out. What would they do if they found out I longed for death and to never respawn again.

I grabbed an unenchanted iron sword.

It was probably 3 or 4 in the morning, every one else should be asleep.

I took off my fingerless gloves, and my hoodie.

I let out a pained smile as I carved an intricate pattern onto the palm of my hand.

I watched as the blood dripped from the palm of my hand on to ground beneath me. I smiled when the blood dripped from the blade of the sword.

I stretched my arm out infront of me and slowly made cuts on my upper arm.

I traced over old cuts and scars. I added new ones.

3rd person POV:

Iskall was being oblivious. Oblivious as to how much blood actually was coming out.

Those they were closest to had noticed their laughter had sounded pained.
But Ren and Stress had been growing worried about Iskall.

Iskall didn't even noticed them enter his base at that late hour.

The two came up behind them.

They looked at each other with out saying anything both paler than snow as they saw Iskall repeatedly take the iron sword to them, as they saw the puddle of blood.

Ren with out saying anything snatched the sword from them. He threw the sword as far as he could away from Iskall.

Stress was quickly gather bandages and other medical supplies.

"Iskall! Are you ok my dude?" Ren asked worryingly.

Iskall fainted from blood loss.

Both Stress and Ren panicked. Neither really knowing what to do. They started hastily bandaging the wounds iskall brought upon himself. Doing everything the two in their power could do to help him.

"Ren go see if you can get a hold of Any of the other hermits as quickly as you can flying and waking them up may be faster than waiting for them to answer chat!"

Ren nodded before spamming rockets to find someone, anyone at this point.

About 600 words.
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Cliff hanger 😈
Deal with it!

Please don't murder me.

Don't worry there'll be a part two.

But for now, Keep swimming my little fishies!
Much love,
SharkBait.