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womp-womp-waa · 22 hours
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I think the sbg community should just adopt Aiden. Aiden your parents are never there for you? Well I have loads of people who would be there for you, now just sign the adoption papers
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womp-womp-waa · 22 hours
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"Mothers are humans who sometimes give birth to their pain instead of children"
At times Aiden couldn't help but feel bad for his mum. At times she seemed like a victim for having to deal with him.
On the day that he was born was the day that his mother stopped loving him. The minute she looked down at his crying face, she knew that she couldn't love him.
He was nothing more then a burden to her. Just another problem. Just another mouth to feed. Just another nuisance. That's all he was at the end of the day. A failure, disappointment, problem and so many more labels that Aiden couldn't think of. Maybe if he was smarter like Logan his mother would love him or if he was as sporty as Tyler. Or if he was as graceful as Ashlyn. Or if he was as kind as Taylor. Or if he was as responsible as Ben.
Maybe then he could be loved
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womp-womp-waa · 24 hours
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If only I had met you sooner.
"Square root of 100 is equal to..." The teacher keeps on blabbing about how to solve basic mathematic equations about square root while I was just staring at the blackboard that he keeps on occupying with numbers and words.
I really want to focus my mind on what's the teacher's teaching us, but I just can't pull myself together. My mind keeps on wondering around those nights at around 12 midnight, where I have to spend every minute trying to survive without losing any of my friends. I don't even know when it will end. Or is there even an end to this?
I look around the room, trying to observe my friends who are suffering the same things that I do. We're the only ones who can relate to each other because we know that no one will believe us once we tell someone about what we're going through. We are the only ones who understand each other's insanity.
While staring at them, I realise that we really don't have any difference at all. All of us are struggling, and our bodies can't seem to hide it. The bags under our eyes. I must admit that the tiredness that our eyes express is impossible to hide. Our lips became more pale, like how our skin became every day that we had to deal with those horrifying things. Anyone can tell that there's something else going on because of the situation of our bodies right now. I know my friends are just waiting for that moment that their body gives up on them because that's what I feel, any moment now it's possible for me to pass out because of how tired I am. Our body speaks for us when our mouths couldn't.
Ben, Aiden, and Ashlyn are sleeping at the back of the classroom while Tyler is playing games on his phone, and his twin Taylor is trying her best to pay attention to class despite of her eyes dozing off. And Logan is sitting beside me with his face drop on the notebook place on his table and his eyes are close. He's also sleeping. Well, I saw him trying to pay attention by writing in his notebook, but I think it didn't work.
I know it's bad to stare at someone when they are sleeping because I'll look creepy, but I just can't help it. He looks so peaceful while sleeping. Despite having eyebags, his eyes are still so beautiful. His eye lashes that look much prettier than mine. His glasses are a bit tilted because of how he's sleeping, but it doesn't matter because he can still look so handsome and pretty at the same time. His hair looks so fluffy, and I know it feels good in the hands, too. His lips are also pale like mine, but his are a bit more tasty looking. I wanna know what it tastes like.
My forehead creased the moment I realised the thoughts that were popping on my mind. Yup, I really need sleep. I heaved a sigh before looking away from him and dropping my head to the table.
I want to sleep. I really really want to sleep, but his face keeps on appearing on my mind over and over again. It's like a broken video tape that kept on repeating and can not be stopped. My mind remembers how his voice sounds like. It sounds so peaceful and calm as if it's trying to soothe me. I also remember every expression that he makes every time that he's panicking and doesn't know what to do. He looks so cute. I also notice that he has this unique way of comforting himself and calming himself down. He will go to tight spaces like under the table, inside a box, or anything that is too small for him. I know it's a trauma response for him, and I feel sorry for those nights that he has to go through it alone.
If only I had met you sooner, I would've treasured your soul more than I treasured any souls that I've ever met. We could've been something more than friends.
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womp-womp-waa · 1 day
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phantom: (about aiden) i'm trying to eliminate my target but he keeps breakdancing
tyler: [about to shit himself from fear] i am trying to eliminate him too. you're not special
ashlyn: are you communicating with a phantom rn
tyler:
phantom:
ashlyn: you really shouldn't have died tyler
tyler: my bad original gangster
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womp-womp-waa · 1 day
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I love it when people talk about Aiden's depression
The day Aiden received his depression diagnosis was both a relieve and a burden. "We are so sad for you..." was the first thing he had to hear. But he stayed in silence. Didn't knew wether that was true or not. He never tried to hid his mental state. What were they sad about? They knew it. They knew from the beginning. But they were always too busy with work, always moving from cities. For Jessica and Daniel, a little boy wanting to die meant nothing compared at their jobs. That's why he never once had to pretend. There's no reason to hide your face from someone who doesn't even look at your eyes. So he sat there, listening to them. All those "We did everything for you", "You have food, water, a house to live in...", "Why didn't you ever tell us?" phrases that he always saw on TV showing up. He had to? Weren't them able to see how he was rotting in his bed all day? The pills, the trash, the dark marks under his eyes, how distant he was. Were they expecting the house, the food and the water to wipe his tears? And when the tears stopped to go down his eyes because he was pushed into the void, would the gifts and little souvenirs they got from their work trips cry in his place? Would it cuddle him to bed? Make a hot chocolate and stroke his hair saying he would be better in the morning after? Would any of this act like a parent in their places? Was all that enough to end his sorrow? It wasn't. They just chose to not see the truth. Believing that Aiden would one day recover from this all by himself. And when he didn't, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't, it was his fault.
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womp-womp-waa · 2 days
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OK fandom. I have a mission for you all. When SBG gets back from hiatus, I want everyone here in this fandom to do everything in their power to get the School Bus Graveyard tag in trending. I don’t care what it takes!
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womp-womp-waa · 2 days
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womp-womp-waa · 2 days
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I brought Stardew Valley so I can romance Haley
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womp-womp-waa · 2 days
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Everything was too much for Ashlyn. The facility, learning that their parents were stuck in here and killing the infected. The minute she was thrown into the phantom realm, she moved away separating herself from the others. She killed someone, she killed a person. Sure they were infected, but still a person. Although as disgusting and grotesque they were still a person. Murderer. That's all she was a Murderer.
Everything felt too much, she didn't have ear plugs or headphones to protect herself from the sounds of others. She couldn't think, it was too much. Her skin felt itchy with the turtle neck, it felt like she couldn't breathe. Her skin didn't feel right, nothing felt right.
Shaking her hands and tapping her feet on the ground to try and rid herself of this awful horrendous feeling. The others rushed up to her, talking to her. She didn't hear them all that she knew was that it was too loud, everything was too much. She shouldn't be like this, why was she being like this. The group needed her. Her friends needed her. But when some touched her she immediately hit the person's hand away as she tried to back away as much as possible.
Get away. Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.
Hmm I wonder where I got this idea from. @moonbiine
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womp-womp-waa · 3 days
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I AM BEGGING FOR THIS TO HAPPEN
I want to see Ashlyn have a meltdown and everyone be lost about what to do with her because she cant hear any of them talking and she's scratching and hitting them and they never knew she was autistic so why is she acting like that when she's the most controlled? What are they supposed to do?
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womp-womp-waa · 3 days
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Ever since i was 4 years old i knew i'd want to get dangerously obsessed with 6 teenagers whom share a nightmare dimension for 7 hours everytime the clock hits 12PM and write some sad shit to make the fandom cry a little.
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womp-womp-waa · 3 days
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I felt like I just got run over by 20 trucks
"It's for the better", she repeats it over and over. But is it?
Their first meeting was a nightmare, she would never do that again if time travelling existed.
No matter with who, where or how much they insisted. The whole situation was awful.
Friends, group meetings, picnics, pool parties, sleepovers, anniversaries. Horrid. Not that much actually, it was quite a cool experience. Everyone treated her so well, she wanted to have of of those again. Her birthday was close, they could meet at her house and watch movies together. Lily would also be invited, the poor girl had her day ruined, Ashlyn was going to share her good day with her.
Sitting on the facility's floor together. The door closed cause if any else the phantoms would find them. They all speaking one after the other, only she stayed quiet. Glaring at each of them, she never looked at anyone like that.
Aiden. What a mindless boy. How the hell did he never noticed all her hints? He stayed with her even after all that? So dumb. She tried to took care of him all that time.
Tyler. Did he still think this was her fault? They never talked about it again. She wanted to know it now. As well as saying some truths to him. Rude boy. He deserved to hang upside down. But not in a tree, please. If they had to take him out of those one more time she would fall in it herself.
Taylor. She wondered if the girl was mad at her since the day she finally blew up. They had already made peace, but saying it one more time wouldn't hurt.
Logan. He changed so much. At the start he looked like a lost puppy, now he was saving her. Maybe, just maybe, she was a little proud with that. Could she tease him a little? He's the easiest out of them to do it.
And Ben. The silence would be enough. They could share their phones. No words needed. She would enjoy this while she could. It would be the last time the silence wouldn't bother her.
The timer. Only 3 seconds remaining.
The rift wouldn't let her leave this time.
"It's for the better", she says it again.
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womp-womp-waa · 3 days
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What possessed you to great such great angst
Too loud. It's too loud.
Ashlyn watched the other kids enjoying each others company while she put her hands on both ears. Some of them looking at her like some kind of monster.
Why were they acting like that? She was just covering her ears. This was too stressing.
The sun reflecting on the windows was too bright. The air felt heavy. Her eyes hurt from the lamps.
Trying to interact, the other kids weren't feeling nothing, why would she? She was normal, so she might act like them.
One word, two words, three words. Her throat closed. Each letter she tried to pour left without a sound. She was mute. Not exactly mute. She had a voice, but nothing came out.
Everytime someone spoke, her body deviated. Their voices were like knifes on her skin. She needed to be away from it. But where? They were everywhere. Maybe the bathroom, but someone was already there so she had to wait. Would her body wait?
The teacher called her attention but she couldn't understand a single word they said. The world was putting all the gravity in her bones. Leaving her without time to breath.
Smile. But her smile froze. Maybe doodling? But the pencil's sound was so nuisance right now. And the paper texture? Hell. Stand up. No, her legs were weak. But the chair was also uncomfortable. The floor would be amazing, but some stupid kid would step on her...
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Her feet started that melody. The song that indicated the start of it.
She had to wait until the class ended.
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womp-womp-waa · 3 days
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Aiden always smiled, until he didn't. It was a sudden switch, nobody expected Aiden to get like this or even this bad. Even Ben was surprised from how bad Aiden was getting. He never talked and never moved. They all assumed it was from learning about their families being trapped and the stress that facility was putting on all of them. But they never expected anything like this to happen and Ashlyn is pretty confident that not even Aiden thought that this would happen. The group's concern came from the fact that they didn't know how the employee's of the facility were going to deal with Aiden's state. They didn't know what would happen to him or what they would do to him. The employee's wouldn't make him doing any experiment now that he couldn't get out of bed. With a sight Ashlyn sat next to Aiden who was curled up into ball gripping onto the blanket that covered him. All she could do is hope that it will all be okay.
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womp-womp-waa · 3 days
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My legacy on tumblr is just making loads of people write angst about sbg
And I'm fine with that
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womp-womp-waa · 3 days
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The moment Ashlyn watched a large piece of concrete bash into Aiden's brain she started sprinting over to his body. Immediately, she searched through the rubble. As she searched her movements were frantic. Pain in her hands from all the cuts the rubble was giving her. The pain didn't matter. All that matters is Aiden. Because Aiden's alive...
Yes! Of course Aiden's alive, why wouldn't he be? He's Mr durable after all. So she kept on frantically digging and digging and digging, until she hit skin. Her pale finger tips coated in crimson blood, staring down at the body she froze in shock.
Aiden layed there motionless. His eyes blown wide, but yet so dead like they were looking at something beyond what they can see, like he found what he needed. The blood that was pouring out of the large cuts on his cheek, that horrid blood danced and dotted on Aiden's beautiful, soft, bouncy curls covered, ruined by his blood dying his hair. Ashlyn thought that Aiden would some day dye his hair red, but after this she doesn't think that red suits him. His limbs were all tangled within one another, some of the limbs bending in ways that she didn't think was possible. Multiple bones stuck out of his pale skin, painting everything around him red.
She watched as Taylor picked him up, it's fine. Aiden's fine, everything was fine. All that this was is a stupid prank and Aiden decided to dye his air or something and, and then Aiden will be all okay and she will yell at him. Yeah she'll yell at him so loud for this stupid prank.
As she cradled his head she kept on repeating in her head. He's alive, He's alive and he just decided to be a dick because he got bored.
This is all a prank, right?
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womp-womp-waa · 4 days
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Imagine what will happen once this is all over and they go to college.
Like will any of them stay in contact with eachother? Will they still be friends or will they just be a distance memories and then when they see eachother in future any conversation they have there will just a lingering tension in the air because they don't know eachother anymore and whenever they see eachother they just get reminded of the phantom realm and all the horrors that came along with it.
Will they all just end up being a bittersweet memory to eachother
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