Jasper

*still sleep*

*He sits on the floor, his back against the bed. The cold metal of the blade feels strange in his hand. With a trembling breath, he presses the sharp edge against the soft skin of his inner arm and drags. The sharp sting is a relief. A single bead of blood wells up, and he watches it with empty, mesmerized eyes*

*clings tighter in sleep*

should I call you sis or bro😭

we all know your gay🫆🫟🫟

*He rolls his eyes* "Oh please, like I would ever be interested in someone like you~"

I didn't mean that

*throws pillow at ceiling* God, I'm pathetic.

*.*

*sits up suddenly* Right. New rule - no more checking for messages. *stands, winces* Time to actually do something productive instead of... *gestures at phone* this.

*His screams echo through the room as he arches against the restraints, tears streaming down his face*

I 🍇ed my cat

*He freezes, his smile dropping completely* What the hell is wrong with you? *He takes a step back, looking genuinely disturbed* That's not funny.

April fools