WARNING: CONTAINS SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND ACTIONS, MENTAL ILLNESS, UNHEALTHY COPING MECHANISMS, MLM, EATING DISORDERS, MENTIONS OF SCHOOL SHOOTINGS, ETC. THIS IS THE ONLY TIME YOU WILL BE WARNED.

Just for the sake of the fic all characters in the game are depicted as 17-18 and are human (with exceptions to GF's parents and herself). I will also be giving names to certain unnamed characters.

Boyfriend: Cam/Cameron

Girlfriend: Lucy, last name: Dearest

Dad: Mr. Dearest

Mom: Mrs. Dearest

Senpai: Scott

Spirit (yes, ofc his twin): Scout

(Also- Boyfriend's parents will be made-up along with his family. Pico will have Tankman as his single dad (John), who will probably be dating Steve(John's best friend) later on or smthn lmfao)

Pico sat in his room, fumbling around with the chord of his earbuds. The redhead groaned and leaned back in the roller chair at his desk, looking out of the tinted window in his bedroom. Outside, he could see Cameron playing basketball, Lucy sitting on the ground watching him. His volume was too loud for him to hear his father calling him down for dinner, and his mind too foggy to move anyway.

John made his way upstairs, seeing his son looking out the window in silence. He could hear the faint melody of "All We Ever Wanted Was Everything" from Bauhaus. He sighed and strode over to where Pico was sitting at the black desk, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

Pico visibly jumped, looking back at his dad and taking out his earbuds.

"Dinner's ready, kid, come on down," John was wearing a plain white T-shirt and jeans, having retired from the army a while back to take care of his kid. He now worked as a mechanic, always coming home about an hour after Pico did from school.

"I'm not hungry," Pico replied, tapping his fingers on his desk and resting his chin in his right hand. John pinched the bridge of his nose, running a hand through his messy hair.

"You haven't been eating enough these past few months, Pico. You've lost a lot of weight. You think I didn't know you were throwing your food away while I was gone?" Pico's face turned red and his stomach twisted.

"What's going on?" It was a simple question, but Pico could only shrug his shoulders.

"Is.. this about the shooting?" Another simple question, one that made Pico feel bile rise up to his throat.

"I don't know," his voice was soft and weak, the topic of the school shooting that happened in his junior year just a few months prior still a heavy topic for him. Another sigh escaped John's lips and he turned Pico around in his chair, wrapping his arms around the 5'7" male. Pico just accepted the hug, burying his face into his dad's chest.

"Look, kid, I know it's hard going through something as traumatic as that, and I don't know why it had to be with you. You're a good kid, and none of it was your fault, okay? You couldn't have prevented that crazy bitch from doing what she did," he chose to keep Cassandra unnamed, knowing if he brought her up explicitly Pico might as well break down.

"I know," was his reply.

"Come on, just eat a little bit, okay? I'd hate to have anything bad happen to you. I love you, you know?"

"I love you too, Dad," Pico teared up, gulping to try and prevent tears. He followed his father down to the kitchen, his stomach growling rather loudly as he neared the dining table. This earned a small glance from John before they both sat down and ate.

The next morning, he was awoken by a blaring sound in his ears. Groaning, he turned off his alarm clock and sat up. He shimmied out of bed and grabbed some clothes that were laying on the floor, taking a whiff of them and shrugging as he pulled them on.

He shrugged his black hoodie over his bright green shirt, the hoodie two sizes too big. He picked up his backpack and slung it over his shoulders, stuffing it with last night's homework and all the rest of his necessities. Shoving his phone and earbuds into his pocket, he finally headed downstairs to leave, zooming past his dad who was drinking his coffee and leaning against the counter.

Pico headed to school in the same route he always did, flipping his hoodie over his head and plugging in his headphones. Cameron came out of his own house right as Pico had passed it, jogging over to his ex and smiling.

"Hey Pico! How's it going?" The teal haired male grinned and walked beside the slightly older male.

"What do you want, Cameron?" He bit out, still angry from the way their relationship had ended a few weeks prior to the shooting. The time his life rushed downhill.

"Well, I was wondering if I could walk to school with you," He kept a grin on his face, although Pico's lips curled in a frown.

"Why? Doesn't Lucy walk? Why not go with her? She's your girlfriend right?" Cam chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck before replying.

"Well.. Mr. Dearest doesn't really like me. He's kind of a dick."

"No kidding," Pico scoffed and pulled out his vape mod, taking a quick puff. The taste of peach lingering in his mouth and in the air.

"Shit, dude, where'd you get that?" Boyfriend's eyes widened at the sight, his voice laced with worry.

"Bought it, dumbass," another hit, "Why do you care? I thought you stopped caring when you told me you had eyes for someone else," Cam cringed at the words, looking down to the floor in guilt.

"Those things are addicting, you know," A statement.

"So? It calms me down. It's not illegal. Besides, I was smoking cigarettes up until this point, Cameron," the emphasis of his name made Boyfriend gulp. Soon enough they made it to the school, Pico sighing and putting his mod into his jeans pocket.

"Today's gonna be fucking shit," Pico mumbled to himself, pinching the bridge of his freckled nose.