**This story consists of Ren x Stimpy action. The characters are portrayed as humans with their anthro qualities (animal ears and tails) and may be a bit OOC. Rated Mature for future chapters.

I own no right to Ren and Stimpy**

~Stimpy's POV~

TWs: verbal abuse

**this chapter is based on headcanons!**

I stared at the Sunkist sky as crisp autumn air wafted through the trees. I loved how nice it felt this time of year~. There weren't many bugs, not a lot of stormy days… yes autumn is certainly a grand time of year~.

I walked up the porch steps and opened the door into our cozy little home. Surprisingly, I didn't see Ren at all. I thought it was a tad bit strange, but I didn't want to overthink it. I closed the door behind myself and took off my jacket, hanging it up on the coat rack.

"Ren?" I hollered from downstairs.

No answer.

A bit suspicious, I walk upstairs and open our bedroom door.

"Ren?" I say softly as I walk in.

I stand there in the doorway as I see him with his back towards me. Nervously, I walk over to him and nudge his shoulder.

That's when he turns to me quickly, ramming my back to the wall and glaring at me with those crazed pink eyes. Fearful, I stare at him, my body trembling from fear as he growls. He has that look in his eyes that he has when he slips into his psychotic episodes. Worried, I try to calm him down.

"R-Ren…" I say with a quivering voice.

His grip loosens a bit as he seems to finally recognize my voice.

"S….Stimpy….?" His voice sounds shaky and raspy.

"Y-yeah… that's it… it's me, Stimpy…" I say calmly as I take his hands and softly stroke them.

His grip loosens a bit and he hides his face in his hands, groaning a bit as if he's in pain. Instinctively, after he lets me go, I wrap my arms around him.

"Are you okay?" I ask as I rub his back.

After a minute, he regains his composure and sighs exasperatedly, "Yeah… I'm ok…"

"Oh thank heavens! I thought you were having another episode~." I say as my grip around him tightens.

Ren groans in annoyance and shoves me away.

"Whatever. Just go and make yourself fucking useful." He growls softly as he pulls out his cigarette.

Smiling and giving him a feathery kiss, I head downstairs to get started on dinner.

The day lagged on normally despite Ren's careless moment earlier. After he ate, I had given him some of his medicine and helped him relax by stroking his hair back. The night seemed long without someone to talk to. I always had mother to have a conversation with, as she normally is up at this hour. I haven't spoken to her in a while… I guess I should.

I get out of bed after Ren falls asleep and head downstairs. I pick up the phone and take a deep breath as I dial my mother's number.

I hear a click and a drunk woman answers.

"Hello?"

"H-Hi mommy! I just wanted to call a—

"What the FUCK are you fucking DOING!? I told you NOT to call!"

I swallow my pride and respond as nervousness racks my body.

"W-Well, I just thought that…"

"SHUT UP!" her voice slurs, "I told you to NEVER call me again! You're a damn disappointment! What makes you think that I'd EVER want to hear from you again?!"

"I..I know you l-love me momma a-and this is just your way of—

"LOVE you?! HA. Don't make me fuckin laugh!" she cruelly laughs "How can anyone love you?!"

I brush off her harsh words and am about to respond until I hear her yell again.

"Don't you fucking call here again, you worthless boy!"

Click.

I hear the dead line tone as I stand there, frozen. My heart beating hard as I press the end button.

Sitting down on the couch, I hide my face in my hands. My heart was beating hard and my mind was spinning. I felt like I had an extreme dizziness in my head.

I know that's just momma's way… I know she loves me… Ren does the same things but he loves me… I think…

I brush off my nervousness and irrational fear and head upstairs back to Ren.

Better get some rest… I suppose…

Morning came almost suddenly to me. The sound of birds chirping and the sun shining; things that normally made me happy and excited to wake up in the morning made me feel sick. I hated everything about today, which was… strange to me. Normally everything made me happy and excited… what was wrong with me?

Shameful about my subconscious behavior, I look beside me to see Ren's bedside empty. I at least felt the urge to hold someone… something close to me. I wanted to cry and sleep and cry some more too… I don't understand what was wrong with me.

I drag myself out of bed and head downstairs, but I stop as I see Ren on the couch talking to himself. I eavesdrop, listening to him.

"But… how do you know? What do you think about Stimpy and I…. No I just.."

I walk downstairs slowly, listening.

"How do I stop it…?"

I take a few steps near him.

"Can you help me…?"

"Ren?" I finally chime in.

I seemed to get his attention quickly as he immediately snapped to face me.

"Oh uh…. M-morning.."

I smile slightly, trying to forget about everything that just happened.

"Good morning, Renny~. H-how're you feeling?"

"Fine…ah I guess." He mutters softly.

"Would you like some breakfast?"

He shrugs in reply as he looks away.

I make him breakfast as usual and our day goes back to being our normal routine. Ren hasn't mentioned anything about his… ah… 'conversation' with someone earlier, which I was glad. I knew he wasn't going to do anything strange. Maybe he was getting better. I was hopeful.

The day continued until I got home from work later that evening, closing the door behind myself. I turn on the lights and nearly yelp in surprise as I see Ren standing there. His dirty blonde hair is messy and covering his eyes, his body is creepily stoic, his hands are a bit shaky.

Now I knew something was wrong. I had to intervene.

I watched Ren as he stood in front of me.

I didn't know what to think... I felt a strange feeling in my chest as I walked over to him. I guess it showed how freaked out I really was when I spoke.

"R-Ren...? A-are you okay...?" my voice had a shaky tone to it as I gently took his hand.

That's when I saw it. A big, wide, shiny, and metal butcher's knife in his hand. My eyes went wide and I nearly stumbled back from him in fear. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears as it pounded my chest.

"Ren..?" I nearly cry out as tears sting my eyes.

Finally, I hear a small, evil chuckle as he looks me dead in the eyes.

"You think you can make me believe something that isn't true, huh?" He says with a somewhat disembodied voice as he walks slowly to me. "Well no matter, you'll be taken care of in a second."

He walks up to me and raises his knife at me.

I bite my lip and hide my face in my hands as I await whatever may happen.

…

Nothing happens.

I peek through my fingers as he's struggling to bring the knife down.

"Ren… please w-whatever you're thinking… please stop…" I plead with him in my breaking voice.

He shakily brings the knife to his side and stares at me; that lost and desolated look in his eyes mirror my blue ones.

"S-Stimpy…" He says softly as he stumbles back.

"Ren… it's gonna be okay…" I walk to him, holding my arms out. "I promise, you'll be okay—

Shock hits my body hard as I'm unable to feel anything. I'm stopped dead in my tracks, my arms fall to my side; my eyes are wide and staring straight at Ren. I look down, seeing the knife jammed into my stomach.

"Fooled you." He says coldly as he pulls it out quickly.

I place my hands over the wound to try and stop the bleeding as I let out a quivering whimper.

I feel my vision fade as I start to blackout from blood loss. I don't know how much is enough to knock someone unconscious, but… however much I lost… it was working.

My senses start to fade and so does my conscious as I hear a very small, faint voice.

"Oh god.. o-oh god.. Stimpy…"