[Mac the Janitor]

Yeah, so this is my first fanfic in a while...well, since Lily's Oddysee anyways. But I have to warn you...this story is a bit darker/depressing than most, and contains numerous curse words. If this bothers you at all, then...yeah.

FINN'S STORY
Chapter One: Deeper


I faced the glowing orange sunset and sighed. My meep were grunting their noises loudly as usual, the crisp, crystal blue river gently flowing beneath my calloused toes. Everything is the same, was the same, will be the same. There is no denying it. My life shall not change for the better, for I had already vigorously drove it into the ground. I had made too many mistakes in the past, and I am doomed to make them yet again in the future.

I sat down, gazing at the village below. The mudokon children were running around giggling and smiling, playing their games. The elders sat down near the crackling fire and began to meditate. It was a nice village, a beautiful village. Nothing was wrong with it, yet I still felt dissatisfied.

I sighed yet again and headed towards my hut. I heard giggling and snickering coming from the bushes.

I considered asking who’s there, but I knew it would be no use.

*THUD*

I felt a large rock hit my skull. I staggered as the world began to spin and blur. Moments later, I woke up on the ground. My loincloth had been stripped of me, and I was tied to the ground with several leather ropes on each of my limbs.

I heard pattering footsteps and suppressed laughter traveling into the depths of the forest.

I struggled for hours and eventually freed myself from the straps. As I walked towards my hut, I noticed a large, lovely spraypainted message for me.

“GET THE FUCK OUT, SLIG LOVER!”

I proceeded to get out the sponge and headed towards the river to fill the bucket. The torture and harassment didn’t bother me much any more, as it had become a routine thing. Just part of my day.

I felt the side of my head. I pulled my hand away, washing the blood off into the river.

I never should have helped that slig. That single moment has changed my life forever.

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As it reached night, I had finished scrubbing off the spraypaint. I walked into my hut and sat down in the dusty, wooden chair.

I reached for the small razorblade sitting on the shelf and dug it into my wrist.

Deeper, deeper.

Yes…

I shivered and shuddered as the mixture of pain, redemption and pleasure flushed throughout my body, my eyelids flickering with content.

Yes. Things are better now.

In a matter of minutes I fell asleep in the chair, blood trickling down onto my leg.

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