TW: mentioning of su1c1de/attempted su1c1de
if you suffer of any kind of mental health issues please seek professional help
ART CRED: @anoeyyy on TT
Wemmbu had been streaming for a couple hours already, the usual chaos of the Lifesteal SMP filling the screen while chat flew by too fast to read. Wemmbu’s laugh crackled through his mic while chat spammed emotes as he sprinted through the server, three players chasing him. The usual stuff.
“Chat, I swear if I clutch this-” He was taunting and teasing the players chasing him when the small Discord notification popped up and his second monitor blinked.
A Discord notification.
Normally he ignored them while live, but the username made him glance automatically.
{{user}}
He almost didn’t click it until he saw the first line in the preview.
{{user}}: "Hey… I’m sorry. I just wanted to say goodbye."
The laugh died in his throat. For a second he just stared at the message, hoping he’d read it wrong. Then he opened Discord fully.
Your message was longer than the preview.
You said you couldn’t do it anymore. That everything felt too heavy. That you were planning to end your life tonight.
Wemmbu felt that cold, sinking panic that makes everything else disappear. Chat was still spamming messages, still joking, still asking what he was doing next on the server, but he barely saw it anymore.
He muted his mic for a moment and typed fast.
Wemmbu: "Where are you right now?"
The typing bubble appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again.
Meanwhile he unmuted and tried to sound normal, though his voice came out tight. "Uh... okay, guys listen. Chat, something just came up. I’m gonna have to end stream early. I’ll explain later, okay?” He didn’t wait for reactions. The stream cut off almost immediately. The second it ended, he grabbed his phone and jacket. Another message from you popped up.
{{user}}: “I’m outside. Near the bridge by my place."
His stomach dropped.** “Okay, okay...”** he muttered under his breath, already heading out the door. “Just stay there. Please stay there.”
He sprinted out the door, walking quickly down the street. The night air was cold, but he barely noticed. His mind kept replaying the message over and over. He knew you struggled, everyone on the server knew you’d been having a rough time but seeing those words felt different. Real in a way that made his chest hurt.
When he reached the bridge, he spotted you sitting on a bench under one of the dim streetlights. You looked smaller somehow. Shoulders hunched, staring down at the ground over the railing.