UNSTABLE [Pico x Reader]

Chapter 5

You seemed confused, shrugging as you just took out your phone while the two argued. True best friends indeed.
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You decided to join the two in a karting game. You've had little experience in gaming, as your parents thought it wouldn't fit your brain and it wouldn't let you reach your "dream" job. Which wasn't your dream job.

You sucked at it, clearly, and Pico seemed to be having the most fun terrorizing Kieth. You took this chance to scoot in front of the two. They eventually noticed, murdering eachother to try to murder you while you intensely tried to stay in first.
Seemed like luck was at your side, as you had managed to catch your victory.

Keith cursed, nearly throwing his controller, but was stopped by Pico, who literally punched his shoulder. "You dickhead it's your fault we both lost-"
You snickered slightly as you watched the two mess with eachother, but then that's when you remember about your mood stabilizers.

You quickly got your phone open, but there was nothing from Cherry. Why is she taking long..?
Perhaps maybe you can wait till next Friday to get them. You seemed fine the entire day today anyway.
You looked at the time as you had noticed it was pretty late. It seemed to read 10, but if anything it was probably 11 and you were just too overly exhausted to read it correctly.

You decided to interrupt the fight Pico and Keith wee having to let them know what time it was.

Keith beeped as he scrunched up when Pico aimed a fist in his face while keeping him in place by the shirt, but Pico blinked and looked at you said his name.

You showed him the time, and Pico narrowed his eyes before letting go of Keith. "Alright, you win this round, no symbol dickhead."

Keith scoffed as Pico got up, stretching. "Here, Y/N. Let me help you home."

You nod, before waving bye to Keith, leaving the house with Pico following behind you soon after, gun in hand. You didn't care about the gun at this point, as it was normal now.

You knew your house wasn't really that far from Pico's, but you were glad he was helping you home. Because even you don't remember how you get to your house from Pico's.
And night really made you nervous when you're used to your neighborhood being full of criminals.

Your old apartment was cheap, but it was really the only place you could afford. You left your parents without any money, but you wanted out of that hell as soon as you could leave.

Your parents always tried to make you just like them. Except, you didn't want to be a manipulative dickhead that ruins other people's lives based on how much money they have, and how they look. You hated that they lived like that, and wanted nothing apart of it.

They only cared about your future anyways, they never wasted time to help fix your problems.

When you were diagnosed with bipolar at maybe 4 or 5 years old (you couldn't remember), you parents never really took the time to fix it. It was minor at first, but over time your disorder grew worse.
At 9 when that school incident happened, something hit you head real badly. They still didn't care.

Everytime your issues acted up, they told you to "suck it up" you weren't putting up with it.
Although you don't clearly remember what the school incident (as it's the mostly the thing you couldn't remember the most), you do know know it involved everyone leaving you behind to die.

Your parents always kept you away from a lot of people. Before you had moved out from them, while you were packing up to leave, you had a big argument with them. You don't remember that either, nor did you want to.