#but husk would fucking HATE the rain lol

[hazbinshusk]

This is wild but, Number Sixteen for Huskie? Totally not due to the Southern saying "the Devil is kissing his wife" when the sun is out while it is raining. Which is a better saying than its counterpart. Does it even rain in hell-?

prompt #16: a kiss in the rain

Husk curses, a hiss sounding in the back of his throat and his teeth bared in irritation as rain soaks his fur, leaving the usually fluffy hair hanging down in dripping clumps. He flaps his wings in an attempt to shake away the rain, growling as it proves ineffective.

You suppress a laugh, hiding your smile behind your hand. “We’re almost home, honey. Just gotta hold out a few more—”

“Fuckin’, Christ!” he yowls in frustration, pushing wet fur away from his eyes. “What’s the fuckin’ point of rain in motherfuckin’ hell to begin with?”

You pout sympathetically, grabbing his hand and urging him further up the hill towards the hotel. Rain has soaked through your clothes to set an uncomfortable chill into your skin, but you know it’s nothing compared to what he’s dealing with. “Tell you what, we get home, I’ll beat the answer out of Lucifer myself.”

He gives you a look torn halfway between amusement and annoyance. There’d been no warning before the downpour, and his relatively light mood had soured as soon as water had met his fur. “Fuckin’ hate this stupid cat—”

“Hey, none of that,” you tell him, grabbing hold of his suspenders and tugging him towards you. You press your lips to his, tasting the rain on his mouth, and he relaxes reluctantly into the embrace, his wings rising slightly in an attempt to shield the both of you from the worst of the wind-carried rain.

He grumbles even as you pepper kisses over his face, pressing your lips to his cheeks, the hearts above his eyes, the heart of his nose before kissing him again. You ignore the way his wet fur tries to cling to your hands, continuing to kiss him until you feel him sigh softly, his body relaxing further.

“No getting in your head with the self-hatred.” you remind him sternly, wrapping your hand around his paw. He squeezes it back, but when he opens his mouth to complain again, you kiss him again. “Nope. I love you even when you’re drenched, sour and looking like a very annoyed drowned rat.”

He grumbles, but there’s a wry smile touching his lips.

“Once we’re inside we’ll curl up by the fire with my hair dryer and some towels and I will personally kick Angel’s ass if he even thinks about making a comment.” you promise, smoothing fur back between his ears as the two of you finally make it under the awning at the front of the hotel. “Alastor’s too. Sound good?”

He huffs a reluctant chuckle, pressing his forehead against yours. You giggle as his fur drips down onto your nose. “Christ, you’re cute.”

“So are you,” you reply sincerely. “But what do we say we get you inside? I’d prefer to cuddle up to a sexy and very dry bartender.”

“Fuckin’ God, yes.”

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

[speakofthedebbie]

@manicali still inspiring me to chase my dreams so have some hazbin hotel incorrect quotes i made a while ago + four actually new ones (dividers cuz the last one hurt my eyes lol)

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alastor: overall, id say that experience was a net positive! vaggie: YOU KILLED AN ENTIRE BLOODLINE! alastor: net positive

kill em with kindness saga

charlie: if you kill someone with anything, kill em with kindness! angel: instructions unclear, i killed them with a tommy gun named kindness

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vaggie: alastor, why the fuck is there a dead sinner at our dining table?!? alastor: first of all, how dare you assume it was me- vaggie: literally who else would it be. alastor: -second of all, charlie told us the other day to "kill em with kindness" so i baked them a pie alastor: it was poisoned

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alastor: i toe the line between confidence and arrogance every day lucifer: i thought we all agreed that you are like. firmly on the arrogance side

--- (i altered the next one but you wouldnt know that)

alastor: you roughhouse with a guy one time and suddenly youre in timeout vaggie: alastor, you tried to kill him. and he was a guest alastor: key word being tried. hes still kicking, so i think i shouldnt be in trouble vaggie: do you know how many fucked up people would be walking the streets if that was how the world worked? alastor: i know. im one of them

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alastor: i only kill people who kinda deserved it vaggie: then whats with the dead sinner at your feet? alastor: he was saying something about women belonging in the kitchen vaggie: vaggie: ...fair

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charlie: al, what are you doing? alastor: stress release! charlie: ...youre stabbing a very life-like doll of my dad alastor: as i said, stress release!

---(the hotel needs a therapist frfr)

lucifer: who doesnt have a bit of existential dread in the morning? charlie: ...everyone??? husk: thats not normal? alastor: damn it angel: fuck! vaggie: oof niffty: *maniacal laughter in the corner* charlie: should i call someone???

---(charlie please get everyone a therapist trust exercises arent enough)

charlie: and what do we do when we feel overwhelmed? angel: drugs! alastor: go on a murder spree! niffty: a roach murder spree! lucifer: self-isolate for millennia! husk: drink until i forget what feelings are vaggie: irrationally hate on everyone! charlie: no!

---(luci the typa guy to talk to his cat frfr. maybe he actually understands her idk) [these next ones are actually new. yeah i had a bit of a backlog]

lucifer: hmm.. what about you, keekee? keekee: meow lucifer: my thoughts exactly

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lucifer: pancakes are the best breakfast food! alastor: id beg to differ lucifer: Then beg.

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lucifer: shower thoughts in the rain are still shower thoughts. if you think about it alastor: why am i in love with you again lucifer: i ask myself that question everyday :)

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alastor: what can i say, i aim to please lucifer: you have never said a nice thing to me in your life alastor: i love you :) lucifer: you have said one nice thing to me in your life

oki bye

[the-satellite]

Hello friends and welcome to ☆Hateful Nostalgia☆. I was exposed to the mob talker mod WAY too young bc I was an unsupervised child on the internet watching mod showcases and SkyDoesMinecraft. Looking back these sucked, the stories were often bland and the designs were milk toast at best and tits out at worst. So for the sake of procrastinating on working on anything substantial I grabbed the main 6 I remembered and gussied em up. Redesigns, rewrites, better names, all that bullshit. If your interested in better photos, design notes, story details and rambling hit the basement, otherwise here's a line up you should click for better quality.

Also I wrote all this once before already but I deleted it like a dumb bitch. On the night Unus Annus was murdered in front of my eyes no less. Was a rough fuckin night.

The Creeper- Kupa. An explosive pyromaniac with a habit of making empty threats and yelling. She protects what she believes to be her territory with a suicidal passion, but if you manage to get her to cool down and soften up she's pretty sick to hand out with. Hard of hearing, has at least one bout of head trauma at all times, and deathly allergic to cats.

Because the creeper is kinda the og I wanted to reference AT2's design more than the others, but I'm p sure the only thing I actually kept was the red hair and brown gloves. Otherwise I was doing whatever. I really wanted to lean into the explody bit of creepers, so I gave her some bite and dressed her in clothes referenced from Irish railroad workers. This may also be why I keep imaging her with a very heavy Irish or Scottish accent, whichever would be most incomprehensible when angry. Every color but her skin was color picked from one of the references, with some minor alterations for makes my eyes happy reasons.

With Kupa I imagine a story line with her would largely be about her as a character and her development than like an actual adventure narrative like everyone else. She starts off ready to blow up both you and herself in a misguided attempt to defend what she sees as her's and opens up and learns not everyone is out to get her. Lots of time taken to understand her childhood and how she ended up how she is. Very simple, probably the default or tutorial run people would go through.

The Zombie- Bee. The ill husk of a missing explorer suffering from a less than conventional appetite. She wallows in her self imposed loneliness, believing herself to be an irredeemable monster doomed to hurt those around her. What she really needs is a buddy and some clue to who she used to be. Rough voiced, chronically fatigued, and prone to spontaneous combustion in sunlight.

 I definitely consider this one the weakest for design sadly. I imagined Zombies as humans who went into strange caves and caverns and didn't come out for years, only to pop up as completely different people. I just tossed AT2's design. The first thing I did was make her a bit of a genderbent Steve and tinted her green bc Zombies in game are just Steve but green. Tore up her clothes, colored picked the darkest colors I could from the clothes on the in game and boom, Bee. I do vaguely regret not making her eyes pure black but I also still wanted her to be human enough to fit with the other overworld mods.

 Ok so Bee actually has a basic story. When you meet her she's aggressive, but as a warning. She fears the possibility she may hurt somebody so heads for threats immediately. Going back and forth between her cave and village for a while you learn more about the situation with the missing folks who come back and Bee as a person. After a bit you pick her up off her depressed ass and start a nocturnal adventure of refinding your past, adapting to who your becoming, overcoming self destuction, and slow burn babey!!! 

The Skeleton- Ulna. One of the few surviving warriors of a now destroyed kingdom and dead culture. She spends most of her time now traveling alone, hiding in trees and shooting anything see sees as a threat- which is everything- in the face with homemade arrows. Very much suffering from loss of her home and a bad case of lost purpose. A woman of few words, very antisocial, and naturally nocturnal.

 I came in with the Skeleton wanting to make her seem mysterious, so my first thought was immediately a cloak and a mask, but I wanted her face to like be visible so I went with the face paint. I didn't actually know that I wanted to do under there so I went with wraps that are reminiscent of the original outfit but still not tits out bc it's so fucking easy! Gave her a quiver, color picked the cloak and face paint from the in game model and the wraps from AT2'S art. I did like. Subconsciously draw her eyes the way I do Asian characters but I didn't have anything specific in mind so like go nuts with what you think she is.

 Ulna's deal is very much her lack of purpose or home and the entire thing is about finding that again. She's found sitting up in a tree during a storm pointing a bow and arrow into your face. She eventually let's you stick around until the storm is over and theres some bonding into deep night until the rain stops. You ask if she wants to come with on your little travelling sword for hire business, she says sure, sleep schedule shenanigans, backstory angst, and road trip bonding happens and she eventually decides that helping people is her new purpose and you're her new home

The Spider- Park. A young adult experiencing the world for the first time through her tribe's rite of passage. She's really just trying to figure out how to live life outside of the cave she's been stuck in her entire life and aggressively trying to be an independent adult despite not knowing anything about being an independent adult. Its projection. Blind in the daylight, naive and excitable, and taken to refusing help at her own risk.

 Ok so. I don't know who looked at the spider and said "purple haired loli with puffy pants" so I once again yeeted the whole thing, only really keeping the kinda cutesy and childish bits. Spiders are a tribe of humans what live in caves unless they've broken off to live on the surface. Kids are kept inside until they hit a certain milestone, where they come up to explore at night. They're usually small and pale, but are pretty kickass when necessary. Again picked the colors off the in game model, played with the lightest gray for the skin, and bc I couldn't figure out anyway to use the stripes so they're on the patches lol.

 Park's meeting is probably the funniest and most meet cute one here, in that she accidentally drops on top of you from a little cliff drop off. Cue loads of apologies and an explanation about the spider deal and being blind in light. She asks for some help getting around and bam babey friendship and emotional attachment! What follows is kinda a buddy of coming of age story with the obligatory goes home and is miserable scene. Generally it's just about being a scared young adult and having someone to fall back on and why that's important. Also crushes and young people being bad at that.

 The Blaze- Amber. A demonic entity who would let the world burn and the sun die if it meant she'd get her soul back. She's known for being ruthless, taking souls through force instead of making deals like other Blazes. Keeps this forceful nature even once she's become friendly, makes you do dump shit. Territorial, eyes glow and dim with her life, and runs remarkably warm.

 Amber here is the first one I actually did! I was just. Really tired that she was in a bikini. I decided early on I wanted overworld mobs to be human and everyone else was decidedly not, so Blazes are demons who gave up their souls under false pretenses to other Blazes. Because of how little clothes AT2's design wore I had essentially free reign and my thought was immediately to lean on golden knight bc of how Blazes are found protecting fortresses. The gold isn't picked from anything bc I was looser with the colors, but everything else is, and the hair is supposed to represent the smoke. Also the sticks in her hair are blaze rods bc I don't like them just floating around her.

Amber is found in the Nether obviously, protecting a fortress and immediately trying beat your ass and either incinerate you or make you give up your soul. During you prove yourself a p damn good fighter and she makes a deal to show you how Blazes exist and pursade you to give your soul up willingly. Bonding happens and she explains where the souls go and what happened to her. Insert line about how she dug in the sand for her soul until her fingers bleed bc I'm an Arcana freak lol. In general I'd just like her to learn to adapt to who she is now and learning to live life well instead of letting her anger burn her up from the inside out.

 The Enderman- Violet. A confused but sweet young bit of void created by and connected to the Ender Dragon. Her relationship with reality is tenuous at best and abusive at worst, making stable existence rather difficult. She doesn't know a name, age, gender, anything about herself aside from that she likes sweaters. Communicates primarily through psychic connections, docile and sweet, and melts like a witch in water.

 Violet was incredibly easy, so this may be way short. Endermen are decidedly human shaped void from the End with varying sentience. They're direct extensions of the Ender Dragon, and nobody knows how they're made or where they come from, not even they do. Adventurers who escaped The End say they seem scared of it though. Violet in particular is pretty damn new and extraordinary nonconforming, and I tried to show that with her sweater and ponytail. Once again, literally all colors picked. Definitely the simplest but one of my favs.

Violet is the sweetest meet up I think. As your traveling between villages you notice a strange enderman watching you and plant a little flower in front of her. She picks it and you hear a happy little trill come from you and a pretty voice say thank you in your head. Now you have a tall dark teleporting travel buddy! After a little bit of back and forth she tells you in some broken English that the Ender Dragon made her but she doesnt know how, and that it's bad and needs to be killed for the sake of Endermen and that's the new goal. Spoiler they're the corrupted souls of those that died fighting it, with it gone Endermen are free to exist as their own being and do whatever, hurray!

[scramblingminds]

Okay @syrabylene I took your idea and RAN with it! I hope you like this half as much as I enjoyed writing it! Because I loved every second lol. Also, that you call me QueenieBee is the cutest thing ever and I love you! 

@cynthianicolexoxo @vbabe14 

Warnings: Fluff, god the fluff will choke ya almost lol. Rated T. 

Guardian of Mankind

"We've been in worse scrapes than this!" Paul ripped his blade from the closest walker's head as he and Daryl dodged through the approaching herd.

Daryl grunted as he cut and sliced with the smaller man. When they had found the abandoned factory thought it was at least worth a try to see if there was anything salvageable inside. So far all they had found was the place crawling with the dead. When a path cleared Daryl grabbed Paul's hand, practically dragging him across the room to a door that neither of them knew where it led.  

Paul slammed the door behind them, the room was almost pitch black but empty as Paul locked it. The windows were covered with grime so thick it was stopping the sun from pouring in. Paul squeezed Daryl's hand as they caught their breath, Daryl lifting their clasped hands to lay a kiss to the back of Paul's knuckles before letting go. Daryl walked toward the door on the opposite side of what seemed to be a break area but froze when the floor gave an ominous creak every few seats.

They stared at each other before looking down at the rotting floor boards, Paul looked up to see a crack in the roof which probably let water in every time it rained. The wooden floor had taken years of water damage and now Daryl stood in the middle of it, feeling how it trembled under his boots.  

Daryl looked up at Paul, the man still leaning back against the thankfully solid door, he swallowed shakily, "Have we though?"  

It took a moment for it to click in Paul's mind that Daryl was following up his previous statement. Paul chuckled nervously as Daryl tested shifting his weight but stopped when a crack sounded under him, "Yeah. I just can't think of any right this second, babe."  

"Great, Paul, just grea-" Daryl gasped as another crack sounded under him then he was dropping, "FUCK!"

"Daryl!" Paul shouted as the floor collapsed under Daryl, breaking under his weight and he was gone the next second. Paul made it two steps toward the hole in the floor before he was tumbling into the dark with a splintering crash.  

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Paul groaned as he pushed himself to his feet, his head was pounding and knees killing him. Luckily the drop hadn't been far, barely ten feet and he had managed to roll through most of the impacted. He blinked but it was pitch black around him. He could only figure he was in the basement of the factory but as he walked forward toward where Daryl would have fell he found a wall.  

He took a few deep breathes, panicking wouldn't solve anything right then. He didn't have a flashlight or even a lighter but he knew for sure Daryl did. He just had to hope Daryl hadn't been hurt or knocked out in his own fall. He knew there was a chance they weren't alone down there but he couldn't even hear anything shifting around in the dark.  

"Daryl?" He whispered, walking down the length of the wall, trying to get some bearing of the room he was in.  

No answer so Paul repeated himself just a bit louder, "Daryl?"

Paul found a corner and started following the adjoined wall, after a few more silent moments his hands hit a hinge. A bit of pawing ended in him finding the door handle and he turned it. It was just as dark on the other side of the door and he swallowed. He didn't like being at a disadvantage of any kind but he was moving blind down there.  

Paul froze when he heard a distant shuffling. All he could tell was it was someone with shoes on, moving on the tile floor. His hand rested on his knife, he didn't dare to breathe until, "Paul?"

Daryl's voice was a low husk that had Paul almost laughing he was so relieved. Paul whispered, "Over here, Daryl."  

"Stay put," Daryl called out and the sound of his boots got closer, "I'm coming to ya."  

Paul sighed leaning against the wall at his right. He was more than ready for them to find a way the hell out of there. Paul listened to Daryl's footsteps when he heard something else, a faint tapping noise. Paul listened closely, the scratching tap getting louder before stopping abruptly. It got eerily silent, even the sound of Daryl's steps was gone.  

It was more like a feeling, like whatever was making that sound was right at his back. The hair on his neck stood on end, a shiver cutting up his spine. Paul had no idea what could make that sound but he knew it had to be just right there.  

"There ya are," A lighter flicked just feet from Paul's face making the smaller man jump, Daryl's own dusty face coming into view, he stared at Paul for a moment before asking, "What's the matter, Paul?"

The glow of the lighter didn't give off much more light than to cover their faces. Paul could feel how the blood had drained from his as he whispered, "There's something behind me, isn't there?"

Daryl froze for just a second before he slowly leaned to the side, extending the lighter over his shoulder. Daryl's face went slack as he said, "Well damn, yer right."

Paul whirled around and almost collapsed as he found just on the edge of the lighters glow sat a damn dog. It's head slowly tilting from side to side, tail starting to thump on the floor as Paul covered his mouth to muffle his laughs. It was filthy, a few scars on its wide head but eyes so dark and friendly, as the large dog stared up at them.  

Paul extended his hand to the dog, it was clearly a mastiff of some kind, "How did you even get down here?"  

The dog sniffed his hand before turning and taking off running down the hallway. Paul looked over at Daryl who shrugged before they chased behind him, following the sound of its claws tapping on the tile. After a few turns the halls got lighter and after one last twist they found the dog panting in an open doorway that lead to a sun filled stairwell. They followed it as it went up the stairs leading to an open door that let out behind the factory.  

"I'll be damned." Daryl watched the dog sit next to Paul.  

"It must have wandered in and figured it liked the place until we showed up." Paul pet the dogs head, sitting its head reached past his hip.  

"We should get going." They couldn't see any threats but they still had to get around the building and back in their car.  

"Okay, c'mon." Paul nudged the dog and it followed.

"Really, baby?" Daryl watched as the dog followed behind Paul as they hurried around the building, finding no walkers around their car, "Ya wanna take the dog with us?"

"Of course, I do, afterall..." Paul bent down to look at the dog's undercarriage, "She helped us out back there."  

"How the hell we gonna feed her?" Daryl watched as Paul crossed his arms and the dog thudded down next to him.  

"She was obviously taking care of herself just fine without someone feeding her," Paul nodded at her frame, she was a bit underweight but clearly not starving, "C'mon babe, you love dogs and after she came in like our guardian angel I can't just leave her."  

Daryl sighed throwing his hands up before moving around to get behind the wheel, "Fine, but yer scooping the poop."  

Paul pumped his fist before opening the back door for her, she jumped in and Paul climbed in behind her. Daryl rolled his eyes as Paul sat next to the large dog, nearly getting knocked over as she butted into his scratching hands. Paul wouldn't be surprised if she almost weighed as much as him but she was one big puppy dog.

By the time they reached Hilltop Paul had deemed her Alexa and her whipping tail was pure agreement to the moniker. She had to be a few years old already when they got her, someone had trained her very well given how well she listened. Paul was exhausted after bathing her but he found she had the most amazing tan brindle coat, he had honestly just thought she was black.

She was a great guard dog, she very rarely barked but when she did they knew it was for good reason. The kids loved her, she was very patient as they tugged at her squishy face and climbed all over her. Once at full weight she was over a hundred pounds, she had a diet of mostly any game Daryl couldn't store for the humans and he might sometimes bring her a few squirrels just for her.  

Alexa followed Paul everywhere within the colony. Whether he was on watch or in Maggie's office, there she was. Daryl often teased that she thought Paul was hers and not Daryl's boyfriend, acting like he didn't like her around. Alexa would equally snub him by dodging his pets in favor of latching onto Paul, making the ninja laugh and Daryl glare. Paul thought on some days that the two really did hate each other.  

However, over the next seven years they got with Alexa, Paul often found Daryl sleeping on the couch with the large dog stretching her heavy body over his as they napped together. Her head would snap up at the sound of the door opening, alert and ready before realizing it was just Paul and she would huff before settling back down on Daryl's chest. Daryl's hand would usually come up to rest on her broad head, sleepy rubbing her ears. Paul always smiled on those occasions, so glad that screwed up run ended up giving them their loyal guardian.  

[deathlybetrayal-vt]

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You've gone through hell and back. But why do you still feel empty?

You keep trying to fit in but to no avail, you keep failing to

But that empty numb aching in your heart is still there Nothing is there

Not a beat

Not a sound

Not a movement

You used to be so happy but the world never wanted you happy because you were a waste of extra space

So the world decides to make your life miserable

First it started with bullying,

Verbal of course from parents and family to strangers and kids

Then it started to become more cyber

Everyday when you tried to ease your pain and suffering and try to relax and even forget about the pain for just a little bit. But they keep going

"Wow kill urself"

"hey shithead. Go fuck yourself."

"lol! Hey the slut is online!"

"kill yourself faggot"

"why don't you just jump off a cliff because you don't stop complaining about your worthless life that no one cares about."

"it's the bitch who always tries to be one of us but she'll never be!"

You can't stop the tears streaming down your cheeks as you read through the hurtful comments

The aching grows worse over time as the abuse became physical

Kids at school beat you up into a bloody pulp

Family scorn and hit and beat you up for no reason at all other than to take their anger out on you

You start to cut

You start to smoke

You start to drink

You try ANYTHING that will make the pain stop or at least something to ease your aching heart for just a moment to drink or smoke your problems away

But it keeps hurting

Your mind became worse and even though you kept doing it You still do

You began to mentally go insane because all that you ever wanted

Was love

You just wanted to be loved and liked

You want to be accepted

You want to feel liked

You want to feel loved

But that never happened

Whenever you found someone you liked

They always laughed and rejected you

Or they even beat you up and mock you

You keep crying and crying for God knows how long. That nothing streamed down except blood

You can't help but think what the world would be like without you

Everyday you start to hate humanity because they see you as an outcast

They saw you as a freak of nature

They saw you as a reject

They saw you as a nobody

Everyday you just walk home from school as you limp and strut in the cold wet rain, covered in bruises,cuts,blood and wounds

You eventually feel nothing at all

You feel cold

You feel empty

You feel...

NUMB

Your heart doesn't flutter when something happy is going on or when you see someone you like

It doesn't beat when you feel scared

It doesn't even move when you feel sad

It's just shattered Broken Destroyed

And all that's left is one tiny shard of your heart

This tiny shard you had is hope that someday you'll feel loved

But you doubt it

And the rest of it is empty

Your heart is nothing but a empty numb soulless aching void like husk of the old you

The old you that you used to be

When you finally find the courage to confess to your crush

They reject you on the spot

That tiny shard is no more

And your heart is completely empty

You feel nothing

No emotion

No love

No care

And no feeling

Just

Emptiness

And as you continue this cycle

You just drag and dred every day along that sidewalk to your home.

You feel nothing

You slouch and sigh as you keep walking

You just want to end it all and hope that you'll have a better life in the next one

But you just sleep in all day

Just to sleep the pain and problems away

Eventually

Someone comes to you

You brace yourself for another rejection, beating or even mocking

But it doesn't come

Instead

A hug and kiss is what you were met with

Tears

Genuine tears of joy fall down your eyes and you hugged and kissed the person back

But there was nothing there

You broke down again and woke up

It was all just a fake dream...