This article contains CWs for: emotional abuse, and graphic depictions of emotional trauma.
Clipboard Avoiding Me by xexnoncores
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Take the clipboard, write down on it.
Take the clipboard, write down on it.1
Take the clipboard
And your shaking fingers
And write down on it it.
It it it it
SCP-(REDACTED)
Just breathe. You are loved
Allegedly
Concepts come naturally to you. You’re a good artist, if you died then people would
Go on. Fill it in. Do your job.
Fill it in. Blood flows freely. Text doesn’t. It’s so easy to commit a hit and run.
Hey? Can I have X? I need it badly.
I need you badly.
I need you to tell me why you won’t talk to me anymore.
Why it came out of nowhere.
You’re just a few degrees too close to the skeletons in my closet.
Please don’t tell anyone how I lived once.
Cheap imitation
Artificial inflation
Intelligence is infinitely cheaper than a simple interest
My fear is the same thing as your own experience
Won’t change be the first thing that comes out?
ADDENDUM ██████-01: THE TERROR IN YOUR TEETH IS LIKE YOUR ENAMEL BEING STRIPPED
FEAR OF FAILURE APOPTOSIZING YOUR GUMS
Fear of reaching out
Let’s open the closet, shall we?
Don’t look at me
Who I used to be
10 out of 10 psychiatrists2 agree it was ███████
██ chess ██ chess ██ chess
Please play games with me again, chase me around like old times.
I only wanted your impossible
Improbably improbable impossible impossibility3
████████████
Speak it out. Write on the clipboard.
What do you see?
…
(Photos go here)
(Photos of me)
(Her)
(You)
(You looking at me)
Stop. There’s nothing there.
Stop! I said stop!
That’s more like it.
There we go.
Bleed, bleed, bleed, blood.
Draw blood through extended faults, fights, fires. How lousy of you to get burned, cutting yourself on the flames.
Failure. You will be hunted and made a prison’s martyr, because there is no one to justify your past actions.
Snap, run it through a plethora of administrative processes. Through a blackboxed database of all kinds of secret sectors you are not allowed to understand.
Look at me! Look at me! No, wait, stop! Only look at me if you like me!
Trauma? You mean that time when you ███████ ████ ███████ ████████████ ██████ ████ and ████████ ███ ███████ █████ █ ████████ █████████ ████ ████ ███████ ██████████ █████ ███ ██.
Yeah, she reported it as █████████. That’s not what it is, but people believed her. Maybe they’ll believe her again. The threat looms in your mind, always, every unanswered text, call, every time you don’t get what you want.4 Sorry, we’re not letting you classify yourself as a victim, because you were poisoned too. No, you don’t get to say you “grew out of it”, you need to stay damned forever. We need you to stay damned forever, we want you to die. It’s only natural. It’s the best for everyone. You ruin everything you touch, you don’t understand what you make, everything you create is wrong on an ontological level. You’ll always be a liar of some kind, because you cannot live a good existence. It’s just the truth. Sorry.
Sorry. It’s not our fault. You must understand, we’re doing this for your own ████████. Your best defense is killing yourself for this disgusting thing you call “kindness”.
fuck
im sorry.
I only ask you don’t hate me, please?
Don’t speak ill of me if I have to leave.
I promise ██████ isn’t what happened.
I just…I just…
I don’t know what to say anymore.
I’m just afraid. Afraid of who I used to be.
I wasn’t a perfect v███. I’m sorry. I should have been, I should have taken them better.
I should have kept my mouth shut.
I should have killed myself like everyone who doesn’t talk to me anymore wants.
Tap the clipboard. Record the anomaly again, D-19721.