deep sea chronology{abyssal hunter x oventure sol's rng fanfiction⚓️🕰}

[2] Deep sea martyr of his own mind. {TW: SELF-INJURY}

YOOOO!!!! it hasn't even been 2 weeks since last chapter!!! Haha!
Just wanted to say: this chapter has description of self-harm and slightly gory, if you suffer from self-harm(any reasons) don't stay silent. You are valid and worthy, and i hope you get help♡

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Abyssal Hunter opened his tired eyes looking at the ceiling. His eyes were hurting from hysterical crying a few hours ago and a ringing in his ears slowly became more and more noticable. He snorted looking at the clock. How long was he asleep? Why did he wake up on the coach without getting awoken? He felt some movement in his fast phase of sleep, as if the ground left ih head but he didn't mind it or thought about it.

It is 10 pm right now. Did he seriously pass out for 12 full hours? He was thinking about the others, did anyone even come back? Sudden sound of pages of paper got his attention. You stood up a little and looked at the armchair next to him. Overture sat here reading a book. The clockwork looked back, with a gentle smile on his face fixing his glasses in place.

"You woke up?" Overture yawned, rubbing his cheek.

An uncontrollable feeling corrupted Abyssal's body, as pale blush filled his tan cheeks.

"I'm sorry, did I cry today?"

"It's okay now..." Overture sighed with relief. But it's still clear that Hunter was distressed from a simple thought of breaking down in front of anyone. "How about you go to your room and take a nap?"

"B-but the other!?- I need to m-make dinner for everyone!!"

Abyssal hiccup being on the verge of tears yet again. Grains of tears formed at the verge of his eyes as he bit his tongue to calm down. He wasn't upset or ashamed, something else was making him distressed.

"Oh, they're already sleeping." Overture smiled and then looked back with a worried look. "Please don't blame yourself. You don't think this is your fault, right?"

"N-no!!! No!... of course not..."

Overture slowly walked closer to Abyssal Hunter, meanwhile the hunter in turn just trembled a little, and leaned closer to Overture's hand. He fell on Overture's chest, nuzzling his head against his body, able to do nothing but whimper.

"Are you okay?" Overture looked with worry at him, he gently laid his hand on Abyssal's head, gently patting it.

"...yeah." Hunter murmurs, rubbing his hands all over Overture's body, hugging him tightly. "I just... thank you..."

Tears involuntarily streamed down, heating up his dying temperance and remaining in control of his feelings. Overture's gentle touch made him feel so... weird. He never felt that before. He could feel his face heat up as blush slowly took over his look. His heart was going insane, to the point of heartache. A little bit of sweat covered Abyssal's head, as History dragged him closer to comfort. Why does he feel like it? All this tenderness and love coming from him makes Abyssal Hunter feel so.... Unlovable? No. Definitely not. It makes him feel so close to him. Not in terms of friendship... No... It was stronger. Much stronger.

"Sorry." Abyssal pushed away Overture. "I need to go to my room."

Overture let him go in surprise. He didn't understand what was happening to Abyssal Hunter, but he definitely was worried about him. Overture cared about him a lot. He was Hunter's very only friend, and he knew how much responsibility comes for friendship with a person that is in pain deep inside.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, but he couldn't escape the thought of how quickly Abyssal's state changed in a matter of seconds, but he tried to assure himself that everything will be good.

"...Take a nap, dear..."

Dear.... What a beautiful nickname.

"...how did you call me?" Hunter slowly turned his head towards Overture with a shocked look while his face was filling with blush.

Overture chuckled and neurosly tried to chug it off with words "Sorry, Pal...!". He warmly smiled and waved him goodbye, while Abyssal Hunter walked to his room.

"I messed up..." Overture whispered to himself, feeling the embarrassment coming forward.

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Abyssal Hunter quietly closed the door so no one would notice and woke up. He stared at the door a little and then threw himself on bed, squirming and grunting from self-anger and embarrassment.

His head was filled with mind corrupting thoughts. Why did he stop him? Why did he react like this to such a sweet compliment? There was no wonder that he is such an unlovable person! He is such an egoist! He silenced himself with a pillow and desperately screamed. He thought he heard someone walking out of their room and talking about something, but he couldn't care less. Overture differently is disappointing to him, at least he thought like that.

Rage and agony quickly got switched by sadness and misery. As the last piece of air escaped his lungs, he felt a lump in throat putting him into the verge of tears. He sat down, covering his face and groaning in pain. Not physical pain, but a mental one as he felt his heart ripping apart from self-blame. He was crying, but not crying from shame or embarrassment, but from self-pity. He felt so pitiful for himself it was disgusting. He felt so pitiful for feeling towards Overture in the way no man should feel towards any man ever. He liked him. He adored him. But it definitely felt abnormal.

He bit his hand and let the tears stream down his face. He was holding himself from crying pretty well, and the pain felt too much to borrow mentally. It felt so much that the only way that could release it....

No.

Not it.

He didn't want to die. He loved life, but his opinion was no better than death. He locked at his hands covered in scars from his stupid frenemy-battles with Poseidon and Nautilus. Abyssal Hunter saw a few other scars that weren't curved or messy. Rare perfect lines. Nearly all of them were healed, since it's been a while since he was "clean" or whatever they're called.

He went to grab some bandages and band-aids from his locker. After that, he grabbed a stationery knife he used sometimes when fixing others' stuff and borrowed it from Overture and Symphony to fix their stuff. Clocks and violin, you got the thing. Abyssal Hunter sat on bed, putting his "first aid" next to him. He bit his lip just to prevent him from making any sound from pain.

Tears fall on bed sheets.

Knife was pressing close to his skin, to the point of poking it. A little bit of blood covered the knife's blade, he definitely needed to clean it. Shame. He felt so much shame relapsing, but the pain, mizery and self-hatred was unbearable. He is so sorry for everyone, no one will ever know if he hurt himself, he was really worried about Overture...

Slice.

He gasped. Blood gushed from the wound.

Another one.

He closed his eyes, trying his best not to go too deep.

And another...

And another...

And another...

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Will Overture forgive him after that?...

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