post tpot 19 au! Yeah this is how I cope gang.

Snowball gently opened the door to his bedroom after leaving to get a sandwich from the kitchen for Grassy. Poor thing was still traumatized from that day. That day where everyone else died, and he was left alone in the vents to rot. Thank god Two finally got their ass outta bed and clocked One in the face! And x helped… but whatever. Snowball thought he would’ve done sooo much more damage!

Anyways. He looked over at the the messed up bed and sighed. Grassy had probably hidden in the closet again after he heard footsteps. Snowball opened the closet and picked grassy up with one hand like a sopping wet kitten, as the poor boy sobbed into his chest.

He sat him down on the bed and placed the sandwich on Grassy’s lap. Snowball let him lean against his side, as the little one shakily picked up the cheese sandwich and took the tiniest nibbles possible. He hadn’t been eating much since that day.

S: “Grassy… you gotta take a bigger bite than that, okay? Small little nibbles aren’t gonna fill you up.”