BFDI/BFB/TPOT Oneshots! ❤ - Book One

Too perfect! Eight x Reader

Requested by moringote

Plot: Eight still feels insecure about Four calling them "too heavy!" This makes the algebralien feel like he is too fat, until (Y/N) convinces him otherwise.

Eight's POV

The doors were shut, my room was a mess, and I frowned when looking into the mirror.

"Too heavy!"

I felt across my stomach. Was I really that fat?

Four had said I was too heavy 11 years ago, which we all know means that I would be fat. I've always had body issues, but they were the first one to broadcast it.

But he was right. I'm too heavy. Too fat.

No wonder nobody loves me.

My friends and (Y/N) are probably disgusted by my weight.

I began sobbing, and negative thoughts crossed through my mind.

"Fatty!"

"Why would anyone love you?"

"Stop crying, you ugly hippo!"

Your POV

"Maybe you shouldn't have said that, Four..." I was speaking with the blue number about how they insulted Eight's weight.

"Yeah, you're right..." Four sighed, "Can you talk to them? I think he will listen to you!"

I smiled, "Sure thing, Fourty-Four!"

He giggled at the nickname.

I walked over to Eight's room, but I heard...sobbing.

I knocked on the door. "Eight? Are you in here?"

The crying didn't stop, and he didn't answer me. I felt concerned, and went into his room.

"Eight, what's wrong? You look depressed!" I worried.

They turned to me. "(Y/N), am I fat?"

I gasped, "What? No! You're not fat!"

"But I'm too heavy..." They sulked.

I chuckled, "More like Too perfect!"

Eight loomed at me. "Huh?"

I smiled, "Eight, you're perfect! I love you just the way you are!"

I gave him a big hug, and told him, "You are perfect."

He blushed, "Thanks (Y/N)...A-And I love you too..."

They yawned, "Gosh, I'm kinda tired..."

I grinned, "Can we cuddle?"

He nodded, "Sure thing..."

As we got comfortable in bed, I nuzzled into his chest, and fell asleep...