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Brusha staggered into her room , another long day with the main’s bullshit. She found it stupid how the mains tried so desperately to keep on the act of the show persona. They knew Sprout didn’t genuinely care about them, it was all an act. Nobody cared about them, why would they? Either way she didn’t need them. Okay that was a lie, but she knew the consequences of attaching to somebody. She sat down on her bed , their head was spinning. Talking to the other toons was insufferable , not to mention she always saw Tisha, she looked so happy without her. They hated it.
The blade glistened in the dark room. She stared at it for a moment before picking it up. One more time wouldn’t hurt, right?
She lifted up her sleeve , the blade in her hand hovering over old scars covering her arm. The thought of her “blood” dripping down from her arm made her shiver a bit, though she didn’t stop. She slashed the blade across her arm , a white line appearing before ichor dots slowly started to emerge from the cut. She did it again and then again, it filled her with a euphoric feeling, seeing her so-called blood coming out the cuts.
That feeling was shortly lived as the door creaked open.
“ Brusha are you in here? I just wanted to check in? “ A sweet voice filled the room with a “caring” tone.
They quickly pulled down the sleeve.
“ Yeah. Whatcha you want..uhh..? “ She muttered , their voice hoarse.
” It’s Cosmo, Sprout told me about what happened in the elevator. He’s just concerned. “ He replied, leaning on the doorframe.
“ I’m fine. Why are you both making it such a deal? “ She retorted , the cuts were stinging and the ichor was seeping into her sleeve.
Cosmo entered the room , he looked around the room cautiously. Unintentionally looking at Brusha’s sleeve now covered in ichor.
“ What happened to your arm?” He asked, genuinely concerned now.
“ … “ her voice was stuck in her throat, for a second she thought she stopped breathing but actually she had started crying.
She felt pathetic, I mean who cries in front of people? As much as it was embarrassing , she felt Cosmo’s hands gently pick up her arm. She needed to pull away but she couldn’t, no matter how hard she tried , her body just wouldn’t respond.
Cosmo carefully lifted the sleeve up, scared to hurt her in any way. He looked at their arm littered in cuts, before finally Brusha pulled her arm away
He stared at the cuts for a while
There was no way they could get out of this , no point in fighting now.
“ ..“ They stood silent
Before they could fight back or say anything more , Cosmo quickly responded with a “I’ll be back, stay here” and left the room leaving her alone.
“ damn” they muttered.
After a while Cosmo came back with a medkit, the box having Dandy’s stupid face plastered on it. What an egotistical dude.
“ Give me your arm, please.” Cosmo politely asked.
Reluctantly they gave in and lifted her arm to Cosmo, who was opening the med kit. He grabbed whatever was in there , she didn’t even know what it was but sure whatever he’s a healer either way.
“This may sting a bit, sorry in advance.” He apologized.
Cosmo wiped the ichor off with some wipes which indeed, stung like a bitch. Cosmo carefully bandaged the cuts up, it felt so strange being taken care of and it felt comforting for some reason. She might as well enjoy it when it lasts.
While they were so busy in their head thinking , Cosmo was done with the bandaging. She looked down at the bandages and felt appreciative for Cosmo’s caring. This is why she prefers Cosmo over that berry boy any day.
“Thanks a lot uhm.. Cosmo.” She mumbled , embarrassed
“No worries, Brusha. I’m just worried about you” He grabbed her hand carefully into his. “Just promise me you’ll never do it again, please?” He sweetly smiled while looking at her directly.
“Yeah yeah , whatever I promise.” She rolled her eyes. She wasn’t sure she could keep the promise but they would try for him , although she was afraid.
