The small, glitchy skeleton has been looking at the bottle of painkillers for a while now. He has been feeling like the worst. Like he was worthless, a meaningless creature, a burden... For himself, he didn't deserve to breathe. At the same time, he has been having nightmatws and anxiety attacks whenever Canary wasn't around.

  He hesitantly reached to the bottle and took a quick look inside of it. Full to the brim. Snap took one, and looked at it. It was oval-shaped, and had small balls inside of it. He shook it, smiling a little little the relaxing sound it made. Before anything more, he took another one, and yet, the third one, his sweet smile fading away and being replaced by an empty expression. Here comes the fourth, fifth, sixth... Not enough... seven, eight, nine...

  His thoughts are clouded. He can't think anymore, neither can he control what's he doing. Should he stop? Does he really want this? Does he want to say goodbye?

  But he didn't have energy to think about these twice. He took one into his mouth, and came another and another one, swallowing them all the moment he got them. He continued taking them one by one, until his poor legs couldn't weigh his small body anymore, causing him to fall hard onto his knees, and fall down directly on the floor with a loud thud. The bottle of painkillers fell down with him.

  His eyes are closing. What's happening? He hears something.  

  "Snap!"

  Who's that? Doesn't matter. He falls into a deep sleep.

  (This is a short one! You're free to ask about what happened! I'd like to talk about them!)