"Wait you like cooking? I also did when i was alive!" This has been going on for a while now, i learned a lot about him and vice versa. I told him about my anger issues, that my mind is fucked up and i say other things than i have in my head. He seemed to understand luckily. He mainly told me about hobbies, he likes fashion, drawing and he now told me about cooking. Earlier he told me about his fear of being alone, i promised him that i will be with him as much as possible... little does he know sewing is also one of my hobbies and i'll be making him a plush of me... i just hope he will like it...
"Yea... but i don't cook that much, even though i like it, its mainly pizza's and i can't do it much cause its automated"
"Well, i can help you cook new things!"
Now that i think about it... why did i never cook for myself in the past...?
Flashback
Its been 4 days... i don't know how much longer i can last, fuck it! Fuck them! Fuck everything! I'm making something for myself. I cautiously go downstairs and head to the kitchen. I'll just make myself pancakes, i'm craving something sweet, mainly cause i'm still a child, but yea. Lets just begin. I take out the pans, all the ingredients and blueberries to put on top later on. I can do so much more with my cooking skills but i'm drained... not eating has a huge toll on what you can do and what you can't. I just feel like not being able to do anything, yet i push myself to not die. Why do they hate me tho... whats the point in feeding me like once every few days? They can just let me die... but no, i need to suffer... In the meantime i have made the batter, i love being able to do things automatically while lost in thoughts. I heat up the pan and pour the batter on the pan, wait, flip, wait, put on place and repeat. 4 is enough. I put the blueberries on top and-
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" i jump back and turn around to see my dad
"M-making pankaces?" Cause your lazy ass didn't have the time to feed me
"Well, did i give you permission to?"
"No sir" sir my fucking ass, i only say it to not get a beating
"I'll let you off the hook this time, but next time i'm locking you in the basement" okay... he actually let me off the hook?!?!?! The basement part isn't even that surprising but LETTING ME OFF THE HOOK? Well... guess i'll enjoy the food before i can't.
"I understand" i don't
He approached me... what is he-
Suddenly i feel a sharp pain in my hand, i yelp as i fall back holding my hand, its bleeding, i look up with teary eyes and see him with a knife in his hands and blood on it
"I would never let a mistake like you get off the hook, this is a warning... better take it well" he put the knife on the counter, turned around and left...
I was shaking a lot but managed to put bandages around my arm... i look at the knife and take it... why did the do it? Why does he hate me? What did i do wrong? Would i be better off dead? I take another look at the knife in my hand... should i do it? Pain felt nice for a moment...
End flashback
And thats how i started cutting... great memories... i still wonder why? Why me?
"SPRINGY PLEASE SNAP OUT OF IT, PLEASE" i look up again and see him crying. His expression panicked, i felt him shaking me violently
"What happened?" I asked him clueless
"Y-you just started crying out of nowhere while looking at the floor. You looked so broken and didn't respond to me for a good 10 minutes, are you okay?" I-i was gone for that long? Did it have such an effect on me? I-i may not be okay... i'm happy here, yea... but i might need therapy, the past is gonna keep haunting me until the end of time...
but seeing him care so much, it kinda made me feel warm, im so happy i have him as my friend.
I always feel warm around him? I have no clue to as of why... i'll think about it later, better not get lost in my thoughts again.
"I was just thinking about the past... but i'm good now that you are here, okay?"
I felt a tight hug, he is good at giving those, he is like a teddy bear... soft, caring and cute- wait wh... did i really call him cute? Well i supose i can't deny the facts, i just find it weird for me to
think of that... i just hug him back, there is something weird going on with me...
"Well i'm with you okay, you can always talk to me"
"I know..."
"So i will cook something with you soon, will you be down for that?" He smiled
"Yes, i think it would be nice..." he still looked a bit sad from what happened a moment ago so i thought of what he could like...
"Maybe we could bake a pie?"
"YES THATS A GREAT IDEA!" He looked so exited! And even more cute, couldn't help myself, he made me chuckle
"What kind would you like? I'm fine with any" he put one of his arms on his chin and thought for a while
"Apple?"
"Yea sure! We'll make it soon. We still gotta see when"
"Okay, understood!" How can he be so patient and respectful all of the time?
Hmm...
Probably cause he was built to entertain children... i wish i could be like him...
We went on for a while, and then it was late, we went to our rooms. I'm pretty sure Fred went to sleep... but me, i'm gonna make that plushy. I know how i look, so lets get to work
Its tough, every single thing has to be perfect! I'm doing it slowly, its going well, but i'm scared. What if he doesn't like it? What if i fuck up? But i'm doing it for him right? Im sure he'll like it, if its good or not, its a gift, it'll hold extra value... it'll be fine...
At last its done! I hide it on a shelf and go to sleep, i'm exhausted
"Springy wake up!"
...
You have to be fucking with me
"No, i'm tired" im lucky its Monday and we're closed, i need rest... i can't believe that i worked all night just to give something to him... why do i care so much? Maybe thats just who i am... i just never could show it cause nobody cared about me... but now with Fred... i can give him all the care i have... him and only him... i feel that warm feeling again...
Do i... like him?
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my rough personality (Spring Bonnie) AU
قصص الهواة??? Died and took over Spring Bonnie. Never were they this happy... all changed when his heart got broken and his hopes and dreams got crushed. As rage grew, he became someone who he isn't. He hated who he became. he had a short temper, aggression p...
