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BF SP Scenarios - You Get Hurt - Pt.3

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Hey Lovelies!
I'm sorry for the late update.
Though, on another note, I'm casting a vote on which 2 stories I should postpone for the time being. For more info, please read the description. Thank you!
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Butters 

“Owie Owie Owie…” you whined, pressing your fingers against your forehead, you had accidentally bumped foreheads with Butters when you were running towards each other. The reason why you were running towards each other was because you had organised to go out to the park together since it was the weekends and the both of you were free with nothing to do, so when you saw each other, you ran towards one another with bright smiles. 

However, that wonderful reunion moment was short lived as the next thing you knew, you weren’t able to stop as there was ice beneath your feet and you continued to slid over it. Colliding with Butters, who appeared to have had the same problem as you, was the only solution to stopping. If only it was less painful. 

“Oh hamburgers! I’m really sorry (Y/N)!” 

“I-It’s fine, but that really really hurt.” you moaned in displeasure, rubbing the spot on your forehead where the source of throbbing was mostly located at. 

“U-Uhhh! Here!” before you could even say a word, Butters pulled your hand away and kissed your forehead, unable to see the rosy colour of your cheeks flourish as he was too distracted with his own blush. 

“Th-thank you B-Butters…” you murmured, flushing even more when you hear an old couple coo at what they witnessed when they passed by. 


Kevin

The time has come, the great battle between the light and dark side was finally here. You were prepared to die with your fellow fighters. Of course, you were on the side of the light, along with Kevin. When you approached the battlefield, you saw the enemy approaching and prepared yourself. 

Pulling out your lightsaber, you charged when the command was given and instantly attacked an oncoming foe. The battle was well fought and you made sure to keep a look out for Kevin to see if he’s okay. He seemed to be holding out fine so you were self assured that he would be able to bear his own battles while you worry about your own. 

Several minutes past and the dark side seemed to retreat, allowing the light side to cheer. However, unfortunately for you, as you let your guard down and lock eyes with Kevin, a dying adversary raised his lightsaber at you and sliced your hip with it (within the role-play, of course), sending you toppling over. The last thing you heard before you faded into an unconscious state, was Kevin shouting out your name. 

It seemed like forever before you finally opened your eyes with a groan. You felt numbness in your side (believe it or not, the nudge the role-play lightsaber had delivered actually hurt), you were laying in bed and found yourself gazing up at Kevin. 

“Oh thank god you’re alright!” he sighed in relief, leaning down and embracing you, bringing a smile to your face. 

“I-I’m sorry I worried you.” 

“That doesn’t matter, what matters now is that you’re alright…” you didn’t know why but a small heat rose to your cheeks as you slowly hugged Kevin back. 

“Th-thanks…” 


Jimmy

You were in Jimmy’s room, trying to help him out with new jokes since the ones that he’s been using were getting kind of old, as you had so helpfully pointed out, but for the moment, you were starting to regret it. His expression kept contorting into that of stress and anxiety as the pile of crumpled paper grew bigger and bigger. He soon began gripping at his hair, muttering incoherent words whilst staring down at the small slip of paper before him. 

“Um Jimmy?…” you broke his murmurs as he only responded with a small hum. “You know..you’re jokes aren’t that old, you can still use them…” waiting for his response, you simply stared at his back from his bed you were lying down on. 

“No…th-they are o-o-old. Thanks fo-for making m-m-m-me realise!” with that, he continued muttering to himself, toiling the cogs of his brain to make more jokes. Sighing, you grasped the fact that he wasn’t going to let it go until he’s come up with new jokes. 

You didn’t like seeing him like this, so much so that you were almost tempted to just leave so as not to watch him but you couldn’t just up and leave. Leaving meant that you would soon grow to regret it and the image of Jimmy overworking himself just to make new jokes, for the sake of others’ laughter, would haunt you until you came back to him. Knowing that he would be extremely reluctant on leaving his work, you formatted a plan. Deep down, you knew he cared for you and he knew that you cared deeply for him. That was your weapon. If something happened to you, you knew that he would leave his jokes for later. If he didn’t then…you didn’t want to dwell on the for the moment. 

“Jimmy, I’ll go and make us some snacks kay?” you watched him give a dismissive nod before walking off to the kitchen. Of course you had intended to make a small healthy snack but you still haven't come up with anything that could end up in you getting hurt. 

So lost in thought whilst cutting up an pear, your hand -which held the knife - slipped with the curvy shape of the pear and you let out a squeak. Frantically looking down, you realised that you had cut yourself and groaned. Your finger stung like fire before you rinsed the cut under some running water and finally wrapped a plaster around it. Thankfully, you blood didn’t drip onto any fruit and you simply proceeded to cut up some more washed fruit before placing them in two separate bowls with a fork each. The thought of getting hurt just to get Jimmy’s mind off of his joke making had completely gone from your mind as you approached Jimmy with the two bowls in hand. 

“Here you go Jimmy!” placing the bowl down before him, you started to go off and eat your own bowl of fruit on his bed but was held back with a hand on your wrist, “Hmm? What’s wrong?” you asked, looking back at him. 

“Y-y-y-your finger…did y-you c-c-cut yourself?” he asked with concern, his full attention on you. 

“U-uhh, yeah. I’m okay now though…no worried, yeah?” 

“Wh-what? B-but I am w-w-worried!” he stressed. You found it quite cute and kept quiet as he fussed over you. He ended up singing you a song and eventually came up with new jokes to cheer you up, which he immediately noted down.


Timmy

“Timmy!” Timmy cried as he used over to you in his wheelchair. He was watching you play volleyball in a game when you had seriously injured your wrist when diving for the ball. The match still went on though and your small tears were only the result of the fact that you can no longer play for the rest of the season, and after working so hard to become a starting player. It wasn’t long before Timmy had eventually made it over to you, his expression worried, growing even more when he saw the small tears in your eyes.

“O-Oh Timmy…” you sniffled, hugging him once the medic had safely bandaged your wrist, “I-I can’t believe that I can’t play f-for the rest of th-the season! A-and after I had w-w-worked so hard!” you cried into his shoulder as he rubbed your back in a comforting manner. After the incident, he made silly faces to cheer you up, doing whatever he cane to keep your tears from falling and to have your smile ever present. 


Pete

You were wincing in pain at the stitch you have on your side. Literally, you had a stitch there because you had to have a kidney transplant. It wasn’t the best of experiences and now, you were dealing with a painful aftermath. Will this ever go away? 

“Feel the pain that this b**chy life wants you to feel.” Pete commented, taking another drag of his cigarette before blowing it out in a puff of smoke as he passed by. His remark made you sniffled. Did he mean that there was no end to this pain? You didn’t want to have to go through this every day. The thought almost brought you to tears. You had hoped that he didn’t hear your pathetic sniffle but he did and instantly regretted ever stating what he did. Walking back towards you, he softly patted your shoulder. “Hey…Don’t feel so down. You don’t deserve the pain that life just loves to spread around…f**king smile again damnit…” he seemed to growl at the end before walking away. 

You could only watch his retreating figure as a smile tugged at your lips, for once in the several painful days after the surgery, your side didn’t seem to hurt.


Michael

You and Michael were closer to each other than you were with any of the other goths, especially after you two had talked about the reasons behind each others depression. You had been reluctant to give yours but he eventually got it out of you, in a gentle, steady process of course. The others didn’t get why but eventually shrugged it off. 

It was a normal day, the others were smoking as you sat in between Pete and Michael. You didn’t like the smell of smoke so you simply ignored it as best you could. Calmly talking about issues and the usual stuff, you had fully dismissed the fact that they were smoking, so much so that you didn’t realise the dangers of being around people that were smoking. Other than the smoke, the cigarette itself was dangerous. 

“Ah!” you yelped in pain, hissing as you looked down at your hand. The grey, hot residue of a cigarette had fallen on your hand. In a frantic motion, it was flung off and you were left to blow on the spot that it had burned. When you were finally able to ignore the small amount of pain, you glared at the person responsible. “What the hell Pete?!” 

“I’m sorry okay?” he apologised with a flip of his hair. Growling lowly, you ignored his pathetic apology and focused back on your hand. 

“Here…” Michael mused, placing his cold fingers over the burn. Sighing with a small smile, you felt the burning sensation that was still left, drift away. 

“Thanks.” you smiled softly as he nodded, his face still expressionless, though you knew through the look in his eyes that he was smiling back before he sent an unnoticed glare towards Pete, which you giggled silently at. 


Firkle 

You had kept pestering Firkle about the meaning of the new word: conformist. Your curious little mind was very persistent as he had told you many times in an annoyed tone, which you were quite proud of. 

“Oh please!” you pleaded with a slight whine as you followed Firkle around. 

“I said no! Find out from someone else!” he groaned, his voice seemed to grow even more annoyed, how you so easily ignored it was a mystery. 

“But I want to know it from you! You did teach it to me first after all so you have to finish explaining i-eek!” in your attempt to catch up to him as he had increased his pace, you fell - face first - onto the ground. It took a moment but you eventually got up but with a sniffle. Gazing down at your knee, you sniffled more at the scratch marks that were slightly oozing with a red liquid. “O-owie…” you whimpered, holding back the tears so as not to look weak in front of your best friend. You were expecting him to just leave you alone because you were really annoying to him so it came as a surprise when you saw an outstretched hand in front of your face. When you looked up, you saw Firkle’s face turned to the side with a pout on his lips.

“Well? Are you gonna get up or not?” he snapped gently as a small smile tugged at the edges of your lips.  After helping you up, he began walking away. “Don’t trip up again, you hear? Damn conformist…” he shouted back, muttering the ending to himself, however, you were still able to hear but simply ignored it. You were just overjoyed that he seemed to care; he cared enough to get you back on your feet. So elated, you rushed up and pounced on him, sending the both of you crashing to the ground.

“Thank you best friend!” you giggled, disregarding his protests.


Mike

The transformation was a success, you were now a vampire and took part in regular, scheduled gatherings and discussions. It wasn’t that easy to fit in, you were having to adapt to new fashions and get accustomed to drink that you had to fit into your diet: Tomato juice. It wasn’t bad, it just left a taste in your mouth that you didn’t like, though, the look that others had after drinking it, made you uncomfortable; were you the only one that didn’t like the aftertaste? 

“Hello (Y/N).” Mike mused as you walked together. 

“H-hey Mike.” you responded, finding it hard to talk with the fake vampire teeth you had in your mouth. He chuckled at your lisps as you pouted. “Don’t laugh! It’s hard to get used to!” you whined as he continued laughing. 

“You’re already one of us but cuter!” 

“Hey! Who are you calling cu-“ you squealed, covering your mouth with your hands. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, looking at you worriedly. The both of you had stopped walking as you continued to wince, unable to catch a glimpse of his concerned expression.

“I-I bit my tongue…” your voice was muffled through you hands. 

“What was that?” Mike asked, furrowing his brows together. 

“I Bit My Tongue!” you said louder, hands still cupped over your mouth. He could only blinks before bursting out in a fit of laughter. “It isn’t funny you jerk!” you barked with a snarl as he calmed his laughter to terribly restrained snickers. 

“Awe~ would you like me to kiss it better~” he cooed as you flushed brightly. 

“Eww! You better shut your mouth Mike!” this only made him laugh harder then he previously had. 

Hey Lovelies!

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