DISCLAIMER!!: this fanfic is based on two xfohv headcanons I found somewhere, these actions bellow are connected to the main headcanons

TW: suicide attempt, swearing and everything in an angst ig

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it was a normal evening, the playground empty and the civil numbers are relaxing in their home. one of these numbers is seven, they js finished their shower and waiting for their hair to dry since they don't want to use the hairdryer. suddenly...

*5_INTEGER sent new messages*

it was from sevens phone, the sudden ring made them jump up from the bed and checked their phone.

5_INTEGER: hey seven
                         seven
                         SEVEN
coolnumber7: what do u want
5_INTEGER: can i sleep over for the night, js finished the book fair and im insanely tired to drive myself home and urs is pretty close to the fair so can I stay there?
coolnumber7: sure whatever, do u want to sleep on the couch bc I only have like uh twin sized bed or wtv it's called
5_INTEGER: sure, omw

seven shut off their phone and sat down on their bed for a minute...the flashbacks kept attacking them from time to time...those words from five, them being trapped in a cage after being falsely accused. the memories felt like small swords stabbing their chest...repeatedly. ugh...the sharp feeling really annoys them, it's like a mosquito buzzing around some1's ear, seven couldn't resist. They pulled down their arm warmer, showing the bruised and dried up scars, some of them were previous incidents and some were fresh. Seven hesitated for a bit:

"should I really do this? it hurts me and probably hurts others as well...if they cared. ever since the 2 million subscriber incident I feel no one cares about me, I tried being nicer, being less stubborn and tried to be bearable for them....ugh.."

Seven opened up the drawer beside them, containing nothing but a small knife stained with dried up blood, the smell was unpleasant and the pain was unbearable but Seven couldn't resist, after all....no one cares, right?even if they were absent for countless days, no one would care. they are just a stubborn, dramatic asshole...

each slit was an imaginary insult thrown towards them, blood was dripping down from the scars and staining the bed and the carpet, it was creating a fairly big mess.

"ghhhh...ACK!"

tears were rolling down sevens skin, practically burning it, they were shaking from the pain and those sharp hisses never sounded well but did Seven care abt this? No.

The pain kept going until Seven realized...FIVE IS GOING TO SLEEP AT THEIR HOUSE! after that, Seven quickly wiped the blood on the knife and on their scars, they are trying not to press too hard on them otherwise that would hurt them even more, then they put away the knife and poorly bandaged their arm.The activity was never enjoyable but it felt...refreshing? yes it did leave excruciating pain but it felt...good, Seven felt like they could do this forever . and ever. Seven quickly wiped their tears and tried to calm down quickly while struggling to slide their arm warmer in, until...

*DING DONG!*

it's five at the door, calling sevens name.

"SEVEN!!ITS ME, FIVE. OPEN UP!"

Seven ran downstairs and opened the door, greeting five normally while trying to hold in the burning scars.

"hhh...h-hello five, come in"

"Seven, you good? I mean, ever since the fourteen ince-"

"shut...up, i-im fine"

five seemed a little worried for Seven, they did notice Seven hiding their arm behind their back, what were they hiding?

"you're weird" said five.

Seven glared at them and went upstairs, while...flicking their fingers? Ok, this is getting weird. five always knew Seven was a weird fellow but they were never THIS weird.