Lately, Fugo doesn't trust himself around scissors.
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Character(s): Pannacotta Fugo, Leone Abbacchio, other Bucci gang members
Relationship(s): Pannacotta Fugo & Leone Abbacchio, Pannacotta Fugo & the gang
Tags & warnings: DEPRESSION, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS & TENDENCIES, GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE, anxiety (not sure abt this one but i'll tag it just in case), no blood but gore for lack of a better word, violence/body horror, angst, hurt/comfort (boatloads of it), may be OOC
Completed: 20/5/20
Word count: 2823
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fyi i have not read PHF (but ik i really should).
ALSO, I AM WORKING ON THOSE REQUESTS. I AM SO SORRY IF IT SEEMS LIKE I'M WRITING BS AND MAKING Y'ALL WAIT TOO LONG ;_; THAT IS NOT MY INTENTION. PLS FORGIVE ME AND ACCEPT THIS HUMBLE OFFERING IN THE MEANTIME 🙏😔
now for the actual a/n:
i'm honestly a bit shocked at how drastically the tones of the oneshots in this series are changing :') i hope y'all don't mind ha,,,ha??,?
not gonna lie, i felt pretty insecure about writing & publishing this. at times, i thought this feels more like venting than an actual fanfic. but what i wrote about happens, and i'm willing to bet not just to me. and like one of my good friends said, writing is basically venting. so i guess this goes out to all the ones who can relate. i love you, and i sincerely hope you'll feel better very soon ♡
don't sue me if you didn't read the tags & warnings and then have problems when/after reading this /-\
otherwise, enjoy!! (and i'm sorry in advance for the fugo torture ;_;)
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He often imagines it's between the sixth and seventh rib. A knife, a kitchen knife maybe, sliding in, perfect, until the blade is all the way gone. He'll even do it himself. Fugo-in-the-visions always does. He's so brave. Fugo doesn't think he'll ever get to that level. He isn't sure if he wants to. For now, they're just imagines, so he feels fine.
"Hand me the knife, please?"
Bucciarati is cooking something. The smell kind of nauseates Fugo. He pulls the knife out from the holder, and Fugo-in-the-visions comes again. It would be so easy. The knife fits. In his hand. Between the sixth and seventh rib. Fugo knows where it goes in, clear as day. He has seen it so many times, it would be very hard to miss.
He gives the knife to Bucciarati. He wishes he can tell him he isn't hungry, but Bucciarati is already cooking, and Fugo really doesn't want to inconvenience him. He excuses himself to go upstairs instead.
His hair is getting long.
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He hasn't thought about scissors. Fugo thinks about knives a lot, but not scissors. It's kind of funny, now that he realizes that. Fugo-in-the-visions is on the ground, with another knife, this time levitating right above his throat. As if hung from a string.
Scissors can work here. They can.
"Hey Fugo, I'm done. Is this correct?"
He snaps out of his daydream and looks at Narancia's math problems. They're actually mostly wrong, but Fugo doesn't think he minds sitting here explaining them to Narancia all afternoon.
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