LONECLOUD AND GALAXYMEGAGIRL YOU GUYS STARTED THIS FEELS WAR AND HERE'S MY CONTRIBUTION
but seriously this deals with heavy stuff, and this marion is the same as cgha's just if he survived the bite
mari my baby im so sorry
anyways, enjoy, if you can I guess
You don't think you ever really expected it.
It's not something that comes on its own time, more like what causes it does, but it's sudden and abrupt and surprisingly clear, like reading a fact off a textbook. You're tired, and you're sleepy, and dragging by each day serves no other purpose than to keep someone happy—someone who you're sure would be better off without you.
It's hard to register it at first, but the thought is still there and barely takes any time for it to process; you don't want to be alive anymore.
And once you've realized it, everything just kind of stops. It doesn't make anything better—when you were a kid you felt the same way, but that was a different universe in a different time. Back then you had people who cared about you. People who would do anything for you—people who loved you.
At least, you thought you thought they did.
Things are so much different from when you were a child. Your mom, sister, and brother are all long gone, dead and buried, and you feel like a sore thumb for being the only one in the family to survive crazy accidents. Back then it was happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts, all in bottles along a shelf, and now it's happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts, all in glass shards all over the floor.
And you don't have the energy to pick them back up again. Everyone else that would've made them worthwhile is gone, anyway.
You move to the medicine cabinet behind the bathroom mirror and take out a bottle, barely registering the label. It's full of heavy stuff, sleepy stuff, and you decide to wash it down with the cider Fredrick keeps in the cooler in the attic.
You're stuck on a decision. Would it matter if you swallowed the drink or the pills first? You figure that you'll still have the same result either way, so you yank off your sneakers and take off your hoodie, before popping the lid off the medicine cap, tipping the bottle, and closing your eyes.
"Marion? Marion, I'm home. You wouldn't believe the day I've had, ha ha. Anyways, tomorrow's a big day. I want to introduce you to one of my hardest workers, and—wait, why is the medicine cabinet open? Mario—oh my god! Mari? Mari? Mari!"
so, uh, yea, idk if anyone noticed it but the happy thoughts thing is a reference to sayori's poem in doki doki literature club, go play that game it's free and just ehbfhbsjnsnhff
but yea, be on the lookout for more feelsy fics from me, im not dying in this feels war without a fight
i wonder if mable's just watching us and laughing quietly to herself, we're such dorks