Scott's bad thoughts say the f-slur.

Scott's Perspective-

"YOU SUCK!"

"Seriously though, why are you like this?"

"No one even likes you anyway."

"Everyone hates you."

"Honestly, you're just an annoying little bitch who deserves to die."

"No one loves you and no one will ever love you because you're a pathetic little faggot!"

"You're just a whiny needy brat."

"You just want attention."

"Er- Scott?"

"Hm?"

Scott snapped back and saw Mumbo looking concerned.

They were at chess club with Oli and Pix, who were playing a game with each other in the corner.

Well, they say they're playing a game, but it's mostly just Oli making jokes and Pix laughing hysterically though they weren't that funny.

Oli always seemed happy to make Pix happy.

It was sweet seeing them at chess club.

"Is everything alright?" Mumbo asked, "It's your turn and you've just been staring off in space.

"Sorry, I'm fine." Scott said, looking down at the pieces, "I was just remembering what the pieces did!. You know I'm new at this."

Scott put on a fake smile, but Mumbo didn't look convinced.

"Was it...was it something that happened at the par- "

"I'm fine." Scott said firmly, shutting Mumbo up.

If you couldn't tell, Scott wasn't okay.

The voices were getting louder and harsher.

And then they became his own voice.

His own voice saying that he just wanted attention and saying that he sucked, and no one loved him and- 

"Seriously Scott, something's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong! You don't need to worry. I've been fine. I've been...happy." Scott mumbled.

Mumbo nodded slowly.

"So...how's it been with your friends?"

"What do you mean?" Scott asked, moving his pawn and then looking up at Mumbo.

"I mean...I'm not saying that I don't like you sitting with us, it was just...random. Like something happened. Is everything okay?"

Scott nodded, "Yeah. You don't need to worry; I'm getting help anyway."

"Oh, good! But, er- if you ever need someone to talk to," Mumbo smiled, "You can always talk to us. Jim and Grian are really good at listening and I'm sure Jim would be more than happy to help you."

"Why?"

"Well... he's always been wanting to help his friends. I'm pretty sure helping people makes him happy and gives him help with his own problems."

"Huh..." Scott trailed off, thinking.

I guess I could talk to Jim later.

"Jimmy's probably at his house. He doesn't really do clubs, despite all of his free time. So I'm sure if you give him a call, you don't be bothering him." Mumbo said, reading Scott's mind.

Scott smiled softly back at Mumbo.

"Thanks." He whispered.

"Of course." Mumbo moved his knight, "And it's obvious something's wrong."

Scott turned a bit red, "Oh...thanks."

Mumbo chuckled, "Look, it's fine you don't wanna talk about it, but keeping it all to yourself isn't gonna help anything."

Scott started to feel uncomfortable as he scratched his wrists.

"It's my dad." Scott whispered.

"What?" Mumbo asked.

"Nothing." Scott shook his head as he awkwardly moved his rook.

"Scott, you said something, what is it?"

Scott took a shaky breath.

"My dad. And homophobic people. I...my dad just hates me, I can't walk in the halls without getting called the f slur at least once, and my thoughts are getting so, so much worse."

"What do you mean?"

Scott took a deep breath and looked around.

Most kids were doing their own thing and not paying any attention to them.

Scott closed his eyes, braced for Mumbo's gasps, and showed him his wrists.

But to Scott's surprise, Mumbo didn't gasp.

He didn't even seem surprised.

He just nodded.

"Now I assume you have a therapist since you said you're getting help." Mumbo said and Scott nodded.

"Do they know about this?" Mumbo asked.

"I haven't seen them yet."

"When's the next time you're seeing them?"

"Tomorrow. He said he wants to see me twice a week."

Mumbo nodded, "Good. Then I would say talk to him about that then."

Mumbo then looked at the clock.

"It's time to go. Help me clean up and we can walk outside together."

-

Scott and Mumbo were sitting and talking outside of the school, waiting for their parents.

Eventually, Mumbo got up.

"I see my mom. Please tell your therapist about...you know, tomorrow."

Scott nodded and Mumbo started to walk away.

"Oh, and Mumbo?"

Mumbo turned around.

"Thanks." Scott smiled, "I can see why Grian likes you."

Mumbo blushed a bit but smiled back, "Anytime."