Fatgum

You never thought you would be in this position. Receiving threats to end yourself, or someone coming to do it themself, really frightened you. You didn't do anything wrong, as far as you could tell. You were a rule follower, who never really stood out from the crowd. Maybe someone just had it out for you, and it was destined to be that way. Whatever the case, it grew under your skin terribly, and you couldn't control your emotions

Which leads you to having a full-fledged breakdown. That comment caused you to spiral into ongoing thoughts of 'I'm not good enough', or other harsh self-deprecating things you could conjure up about yourself, even though they may not be true. You thought you were safe, alone, and free to express your emotions, however, you were wrong.

The gentle whimpers and sniffles caught someone's attention while walking down the hallway. Of course, it had to be him. Fatgum. He slowly opens the door to the room your in, not wanting to startle you, trying to get an idea of what's going on. When he saw your face, and the tears flowing down like an endless river, it shattered his heart. He slowly approaches to you, wanting to check in on you

"Hey, hey. Don't cry. What's wrong?"

He asks, gently rubbing your shoulder in a friendly manner to comfort you, which it did. You then briefly explain the random string of hurtful words towards you and his eyes widen at the response you gave, even noticing the eyebags you had, from the constant worry or stress something will happen to you.

"You're safe. I'm here and I'll protect you. You look like you haven't slept in days. Get you some rest, while I'm here to hold you. You can even lay on my chest if you like."

He replies with a smile that immediately causes relief to flow through your body. You take up his offer and slowly lay your head down on his chest, while he takes his own hand and combs it through your hair, hoping to lull you into a peaceful slumber.