Let’s Talk About It
(An AvA fanfic)
Fair warning, this story does contains mentions of starvation and thoughts of suicide, so if you’re sensitive to those topics, please do not read, thank you!!
(This is also practice writing, so please critique me if there is anything I can do better at to improve/fix)
The warmth spreading throughout the house during the holidays have to be one of the best feelings in the world. Being able to snuggle up with those close to you as you drink your hot chocolate and tell sweet stories of the past. It’s times like these which make happy memories.
That doesn’t mean the same is for everyone. While the house is warm, and smells of pine. The four stick figures could not bring themselves together this holiday. The house was quiet and lacked any story telling, or the cackling of the fire in a fire place. Everyone was rather cooped in their room, or out doing something productive.
The holidays became a hard time for the four. They couldn’t be bothered to decorate, let alone set up a Christmas tree. They had no more spirit left in them. They became husked, lifeless.
Yellow had been working non stop on a project he kept hidden from the others. While they call him crazy and beg for him to seek help, Yellow is adamant on continuing. His machines and creations have stopped working long ago, as if the “magic” that brought them to life died. They died along with the energy Yellow had in them, only to be rusted and molded.
The others hardly see Yellow now. With him being locked away in his room, they can’t do anything to help him. Even if they can’t help each other.
Blue stopped eating netherwart thankfully. He claims the taste got bland and mushy, no longer being able to find the appetite to eat or eat in general. The only fluids he would put into his body would be that of the potions he would make. Having nothing left to do, he just drinks and drinks until he can’t feel anything anymore. Going numb and falling into a false reality where everything was normal.
Blue leaves his room very rarely. Sometimes just to binge on the leftovers Red would leave in the fridge for him. Other wise he’s never seen at all.
Red had managed to cope better then the rest. His animals managed to keep him sane for the most part, since he’s the one that takes care of everyone else. Of course that doesn’t mean Red isn’t hurting. He just became stronger since they all needed someone to keep them going. Red has tried to talk to the others before, however decided to be patient and wait for them when they’re ready.
Red feels alone though. Having no one else to talk to anymore, and caring a large responsibility on their shoulder. As the animals do keep him company, they’re not the same as when they all used to laugh and joke while sitting on their favorite sofa.
Green took it the hardest. He never leaves his room. Only opening the door to fetch the food Red lays beside it. He always stares at the picture by the bedside. Covered by a white sheet in respect. His voice hoarse from the lack of melodies that used to stream from him. There are no words to describe how he feels.
By this time it’s been weeks since it happened. The last time everyone sat around for dinner. The last time everyone played their favorite video game together. The last joke they would ever tell to each other. The last night before five turned into four.
Red had walked up to the bedroom that once belonged to one of them. Gently knocking on the door. A faint voice of “come in” could be heard from inside, and Red opens the door.
Stepping in, he sees the tangerine bed and art scribbled all over the walls, which chipped and faded over time. There on the bed sat Green. Staring at the covered portrait of their once beloved friend. Red went and sat next to him.
“… are you, ready?”
“Where would you like to start?” Red asks, staring at the covered portrait along side him.
It was quiet for a moment. Red letting the boy gather his thoughts and feelings. Letting him take as much time as he needed before he could hear a hitch in his voice.
It was raspy and shaky. Broken and shattered. He was trying to keep himself together.
All Red could do was put his hand to his back and gently rub. Comforting him as he collects himself. Then, a broken sob manage to come from his voice
“… We never even got to say goodbye”