Chapter 8
(Quick note: In my AU, after the Asriel fight, Flowey remembered everything, so he was much kinder. He's happy Finn remembered his promise, even if Finn couldn't do it. Flowey/Asriel was upset he had injured Finn so badly, but happy Finn forgives him. Now, enjoy if you want too!)
(!TRIGGER WARNING! ¡Self Scratching! ¡Panic Attacks! If any of these trigger you, please skip the chapter! I will mark where the possible triggers are!)
{Possible trigger ahead!}
I clutched my forehead. They were getting louder. Telling me to carve away my skin, but I had done that already. I had already scratched my skin away. I had already seen fresh flesh, the tiny droplets of blood, the feeling of pain to which was a pleasure to me, yet they asked, pleaded, begged for more. More of the pain. More of the pain they wanted me to believe I deserved. My eyes watered as I tried to stand, only to fail. The injuries on my arms made me weak. But after many minutes of crawling, I managed to bandage myself with shaky hands.
{Safe to read!}
I pulled on a black long sleeve shirt, as it was unusually cold today, and a pair of jeans, and a pair of white socks. I pulled on my black and red plaid sneakers, pulled on a plaid flannel, and stepped outside. Flowey had already been picked up by Toriel. I figured taking a walk would calm me. I began walking down the sidewalk, my keys in hand, as I would grab the mail on the way. I kept my eyes on the ground, lost in thought, before I bumped into a much taller being than. I quickly apologized and stood, before recognizing Azrail wearing a white t-shirt, navy blue jacket, and black jeans with dark blue converse sneakers.
"Heyo!"
"Hello Finn!"
"I was just grabbing my mail." I said, holding up my keys.
"I was heading back to my house. I have to walk a half mile just to get my mail, it's insane." Azrail grumbled.
"Hey, you can stop by my place! It's nearby, plus, you haven't seen my house yet." I said, smiling. He nodded, and I quickly grabbed my mail and pretty much dragged him to my house. He looked around and took in the furniture. We both sat down and began to watch a movie. I ended up passing out, not knowing I had ended up leaning on him.
I woke up later to find one of my fluffy blankets draped over me, and Azrail had left. I sat up, walking to my bathroom and fixing my messy hair. I then remembered…
"I HAVE A MEETING TODAY!" I shouted at the mirror. I quickly showered and got dressed in a tight shirt, a fancyish jacket, and a pair of black jeans, alongside my sneakers. Fixing my hair, I grabbed the folders containing stuff for the monsters, including other stuff. I was talking with the government to fix up some conflict between humans and monsters. I arrived there in ten minutes and rushed in, quickly sitting down.
"So, how are we dealing with conflict? I heard someone named Linda Sharleane-"
My fists slammed onto the table.
"That motherfucker can go live in another town!"
Everyone jumped.
"Finn, please calm down-"
"NO! THAT BITCH ABUSED AND MANIPULATED ME INTO LOVING HER!"
Jaylene, one of my closest coworkers, got me to sit back down.
"Finn, you need to calm down-"
{Possible triggers ahead!}
"WHERE IS FINN AT!? HE'S COMING HOME NOW!"
I recognized that voice anywhere.
Linda.
Two guards grabbed Linda's arms. She broke free and stormed over to me. She struck a bottle on me, and I scrambled under the table and made it to the other side, where Jace got me to the wall for support. I found myself struggling to take in oxygen. I fell backwards, my body suddenly feeling cold and then hot. Linda was dragged off, but I still couldn't breath. My vision began to blur. Then I could recognize a female voice, female…
Toriel.
"Finn, can you hear me?"
I nodded shakily, tears spilling over my eyes as my breathing continued to be short.
"Alright, what are five things you can see?"
My vision cleared slighty as I took a shaky breath.
"Um…. you, the floor, the meeting table, my hands, and… the wall."
"Alright, four things you can hear?"
"Your voice, my voice, my breathing, and Linda screaming…"
"Three things you can smell?"
"My hair, your robes, and… a stench of alcohol."
"Two things you can feel?"
"Uh, my jacket, and your hand."
She put what tasted like a raspberry in my mouth.
"One thing you can taste."
"Raspberry."
"Alright, can you stand?"
I shakily got on my feet, almost falling.
{Safe to read!}
Toriel helped me up.
"Shall we continue, or finish tomorrow?"
"We can continue, Jace, but I will be here for obvious reasons."
'She doesn't care, it's an act!'
They all shouted at me. I restrained myself from clutching my head. I instead took a seat. Jace managed to wrap it up quickly, and we all went home. Toriel stayed an extra hour to make sure I was all comfortable and set up with a movie, snacks, and many fluffy blankets. Azrail came by later and we both munched on snacks whilst the movie played.
(I will try to avoid having triggers appear, but please, if you are having a panic attack or self scratching, please, please try to get help. I want you all to be safe and happy. Please don't self scratch or self harm. It can get really bad. Stay safe and drink water, my horned dorks!)