WARNING: Self-Violence
Trigger warning, all of you have been warned, and please, i beg you not to this at home, and please don't do it.

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** Fresh's P.O.V **

I was once again, falling for depression. It sucks I tell ya, but feels good at th same time. Depression is not always because of business, friendship but love. Why love? Love is something inside you the feeling that ruins your life. You love, they love, he love, but when you hate, they hate, he hates.
What could be better with someone who hates you, hates you too much your already broken to be hated? THATS so STUPID.

I walked down the stairs, every stair board creaking softly, *crrreeeeeeaaaaakkkkkk* it sure was SATISFYING. but it wasn't at all.
I walked to the kitchen, grabbing a knife from the drawers. Cutting dosen't hurt right? It just makes the pain go away. Right?

I ran up the stairs and locked my door behind me, i started to cut again. Cut, cut, cut, cut cut on my left arm, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut,cut, cut, cut, cut on my riggt arm, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut ,cut ,cut, cut, cut, cut, cut ,on my left leg, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut ,cut ,cut ,cut, cut,cut,cut,cut, on my right leg.....

I stopped at who knows how many cuts. I laid there unconscious. Not car in of what I was doing after all, the pain went away. It was pretty good to try. I would only do this with depression as the matter of my hands.

I heard the door slam open, what I saw was purple things and white stuff, it blurred my vision, not knowing that i passed out, everything turned into black.

** Althee's P.O.V **

I was done soaking, i heard someone ran up the stairs then lock the door. I was assuming it was fresh, but why he would run up the stairs then lock himself in his room? I leaned in his door to hear what he was doing, i heard only a cut of a blade, he must be cutting, silence got Over me, i instantly fell on the floor, i held the walls for balance, leaning on to them as it my life depended on it. He can't be cutting too much can he? I tried slamming the door open, it won't budge. So I grabbed his key from his room I got from last week, i tried to open it, but it won't open, i think he ditched this key to his room. This key is from one of my guest rooms. I slammed his door open once again seeing a pool of his won blood surrounding him. He laid unconsciously beginning to pass out. I freaked out and carried him inside his bath room to wash up, i bandaged his arm and legs after the blood was gone, he was limp in my sight, he loos so much blood. I quickly used my healing magic to heal him.

*time skipp to where fresh was healed *

I finished healing him, healing him was for eternity, but I was glad, the scars are still visible, but he gained little blood, thanks to my magic, but little isn't enough. I startle to clean the mess up then change his clothes, but I didn't look, i was too innocent, for some reason. I chose an grey turtle neck with oolong sleeves, i chose a some black pants and socks, for him to cover up. I didn't want this cinnamon roll cold so I lad him down on my bed, since I have clean up.

Once I cleaned up, i walked down the kitchen to make dinner, while finishing, i went up to my room, i didn't see fresh in my bed, but on my cat's room at the other side, he was just standing there "Fresh?" I called he stood there, "you.....n..me..." he trailed off, i was getting worried, "you never told me you cats" he started to get in the room and started to hug all of my cats. Your first impression of a room full of cats. "This is heaven!" He siad as he snuggled in with their flufflyness. The cats surrounded him as he was their new mom. But I'm their mom, "NUUUUUUUUUU NOT THE FLUFF!!" he scremaed as he drowned in a pool of flufflyness. "Get out this room now" I said sternly but he just sat there and was enjoying himself with my cats "but their sooooooooooo cute, and you told me! That's a little too much for me not to know" he crossed his arms looking away from me. "But..wait- no.. I..just- no I'm uhh" I tried to think of an explanation but I'm out. "Can't explain?" I nodded in response, maybe keeping this from his was a bad idea. "Hmm, i let it slide" I sighed in relief.

I walked down with fresh and my y/n in his arms. I called that cat y/n because of his cousin-sister y/n we were besties. Recalling the part where Briannah said " nu! she mah bestie not yours" when her little sis was leaning on me. I was like laughing my head off now.

I gestured him to eat dinner, and I did too. Once I was finished, i taught fresh to feed my cats when I'm gone. I got 100 different cats inside my room so don't judge, i might bring 10 or more cats from my grandmother.

As time passed, fresh went to bed, i sang him lullaby even if he didn't want to. I think i''ll be his mom taking care of him this time. Not that I'm stealing fresh from papyrus. But it's fine, i hope he wouldn't mind after all. I'm a matchmaker babysitter. It doesn't rhyme and I know it so kill me if you dont understand.

Time is passing, aren't you?

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1000 words again......