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awkwardgtace · 2 years

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Meeting Zeke

Howdy finally back to the OG Mira and Corus lives. We're picking up mostly from where Mira's Visit Home ended.

Uh I think I don't have any warnings this time, but just let me know if anyone thinks I missed some

Meeting Zeke

Mira hadn’t been herself since the day she’d decided to stay. It wasn’t a problem of fearing Corus, but being in the open felt wrong. She'd been having more nightmares, acting more sluggish. Overall they both knew they had to fix the wall soon. It was becoming routine for Mira to fall asleep on the desk while Corus sat there working.

Corus sighed, his work wasn’t coming together and he was trying to avoid having to go in while Zeke was coming. The problem wasn’t going to be fixed unless he went in though, his boss wasn’t taking no as an answer either. He sighed looking down at Mira, she’d only been asleep for about an hour. She’d done this the last few days, the bursts of steady sleep getting shorter. He could only assume she wasn’t telling him everything. He rubbed his temples, but sent the message he’d been glaring at. He told his boss he’d be there in an hour.

He quietly moved away from the desk and started to get ready. He had to leave in twenty minutes to get there on time. He was ready in ten and back at his desk watching Mira. He nudged her side, hating having to wake her up. She rubbed her eyes and looked up at him. She looked pretty out of it. She could be sick, but would she get sick the same way he did. It was a pretty stressful few weeks for her.

“Hey,” he whispered.

“What’s up?” her voice was thick with sleep.

“I have to leave, but Zeke is still coming by. I’m going to tell him to stay out of here, do you want to move while I’m still here?”

She waved him off, “I’ll be out of sight before he gets here, don't worry.”

He looked at her incredulously. She didn’t seem like she’d be waking up enough to move any time soon. She’d been sleeping pretty heavily though, he was sure. She was responsible, and Zeke usually never snooped. He brought his hand close to her and she started to push him away, glaring up at him. Her glare was cute, he held his hands up in surrender. She got up and started ushering him out.

“Go do your job thing, I’ll be fine. I was here for years without being caught,” she said. Hands on her hips. He gave her a smile and leaned down putting his head on the desk. She sighed and he knew he got what he wanted. She walked up and kissed his nose, a big smile growing on his face. He kissed her quickly, almost knocking her down. She glared at him again as he ran out of the room.

Mira knew he was right. She should go hide, but she was too tired. She would wake up when the new human showed up. She'd know it was him, only Corus could use the door he'd left through. She got comfortable on the desk again. Even if the Zeke guy came in here he’d think she was a doll, just like the people who lived here before. Humans never paid close attention to people her size. She was out quickly, exhaustion winning out.

Corus was nervous about leaving Mira with how she’d been acting. She kept saying she wasn’t sleeping, but she had been out a lot. He kept an eye on her when he first noticed, that night she’d slept for most of it and was falling asleep during the next day. He pulled out his phone to give Zeke a quick call. The phone was picked up on the second ring.

“Hey man I should be there in about ten minutes,” Zeke said.

“Hey, got called in to work just use your spare key all right?” Corus said. He tried to sound normal.

“No problem, you said it’s in the kitchen right?”

“Yeah, oh and stay out of the bedroom. I’m going to be connecting to my computer from work. I could get in trouble if they find out there’s a chance you saw anything.”

“I’ve known you for like ever, don’t worry I know how your job gets.”

“Great, I left the money for the repair on the coffee table. Thanks if I don’t see you. I may have some more work too. Oh and that gift I'd asked about?”

“Yeah, yeah I'm on it. Don't worry so much. Catch ya later.”

The line went dead. Corus had a bad feeling hovering over him. He wanted to turn around, keep an eye on Zeke for Mira. He just had to make the fix fast and get home before Zeke left. He trusted Zeke, he’d never hurt her or do anything weird. Mira didn’t trust him though and that’s the part that mattered, he wanted to make sure she wasn’t forced to meet him. This was going to be a long day.

Meanwhile Kaya was coming to check on Mira. They’d been curious how things were going and had the answer on the fence. A good excuse as any to visit their best friend and see if the human was still reliable. They knew there was a chance that the builder person would be around, but Mira would be in the walls with them. They’d both be fine.

Mira faintly heard the keys and a door, Corus had to be back. She stayed where she was, no reason to hide at all then. She just needed sleep, once the dreams stopped everything would be fine. Corus didn't come in to see her, maybe being careful about his friend. She'd consider meeting him once the wall was fixed. She let herself fall back to sleep, assured Corus was there and she was safe.

Zeke hadn't been prepared for what he found as he walked in the kitchen. He knew Corus said it was bad, but he'd ripped nearly the whole wall apart. He sighed as he got the measurements taken, this would be a longer job than he thought. He hoped he brought enough wood. He peeked inside the wall and saw the spot Corus said needed netting. He was right, no way to safely fill it in either.

Kaya watched the new human doing something with lots of wood. It made them nervous. The human walked around the far side of the house and Kaya took their chance. Their squirrel dropped them safely and they dove into the house. They rushed through the tunnel, stifling a scream when they ran into something. It blocked their path completely, it felt like rope though. It would take time, but they could cut through it.

They heard loud thumps and the light feeding into the tunnel was quickly snuffed out. They didn't have time, they started to cut at the rope keeping them out hoping to be fast enough. They never should have left Mira here, she was getting trapped inside. The others with all their plans may be right. That didn’t matter though, they would have to save her just like she would save them.

Mira struggled to handle all the loud noises, it crept into her dreams. Corus banging down the wall, but grabbing her tightly instead of kindly. Him showing the other human her home. That child from her first trip out finding her. Anything but the serenity she needed to rest. She wanted to see Corus or her family. To know she was safe and cared about.

Her eyes snapped open as footsteps came close. It had to be Corus, her body felt heavy though. She couldn't bring herself to even sit up. When the door opened her heartbeat turned rapid. It wasn't Corus, it was someone else. They were wearing glasses and had dark hair. Corus swore Zeke wouldn't search around the house so an intruder?

She put all her strength into keeping still. Going limp would make the human more curious. They walked in and inspected the mark on the wall, please don't see her. She should have let Corus move her, she was so tired though. It wasn't long before the human's gaze turned to her. They looked intrigued, that was a bad sign.

"Is this why he asked for that?" the human spoke. They reached out and with a firm grip wrapped their fingers around her. She had to take small breaths to try and hide her chest movements. This human couldn't know. "Hmm doesn't look like he gave the right measurements, I'll borrow you for a bit."

She felt her eyes go wide as she was dropped in a pocket at their side. It wasn't careful, but the pocket was low enough she could see out at least. The human was walking swiftly, even if she had the energy she couldn't make a safe escape. She was searching for a way out from this situation. A bit of brown caught her eye on a nearby table, all thoughts of escape gone. Kaya was here.

If she escaped there was a good chance the human would notice. Then they'd search, she should have hidden before Corus left. She slumped into the pocket, praying Kaya didn't see her. She could survive no matter where she wound up. She'd miss everyone, but it wasn't like she didn't know how to start over.

Kaya watched in fear as Mira fell back into the stranger's pocket. Their best friend was being kidnapped and they couldn't do anything. Where the hell was Corus? He promised to keep her safe. Kaya couldn't do anything to stop this, but they'd make the human who failed pay.

Mira didn't like being outside with a different human. Their walk was different, less gentle. She would need to move quickly if she wanted a chance. Once they set her down she'd take her first opportunity, if her body cooperates that is. She's already started falling asleep again, this had never happened before.

She heard the squeak of metal doors, like when Corus snuck her to the store. She was jostled as the human seemed to fall. A squeak escaped her as something crashed into her leg, she begged for the human to have missed it. There was a bang followed by a roaring sound and it felt like a stone settled in her stomach. The sounds weren't just similar, she was in a car.

She was thrown with the force as the car lurched forward. She had no idea how careful Corus was each time they went somewhere. She may agree to a chest pocket more often if she gets back to him. The drive was rough, turns were knocking her into the contents of the pocket. She'd barely managed to keep her pain quiet.

A loud musical tone played and she had to cover her ears. It sounded like it was right next to her. Thankfully the human cut the sound off quickly. She waited for the next part of this awful day. She was starting to hope this was another of her nightmares.

"Hey Corus, you out of work finally?" the human asked. She started to shake her head, they can't know Corus. He promised his friend wouldn't look around, that she'd be safe. Corus wouldn’t lie to her. He wouldn’t have tricked her. The nightmares weren’t real. Tears started to stream down her face, had she been wrong the whole time? She couldn’t focus on that, she had more important things to consider. If Corus lied she’d know better in the future, Kaya would keep their families safe.

“I’m heading home now, did you finish at the house?” Corus’s robotic voice asked over the phone. She held her breath, how would the strange human respond.

“Yup, wall’s all fixed and I put in that netting you asked about. I could have put a metal grate or something though, why netting?”

“O-oh well, I don’t want anything to get hurt chewing on the metal.” She heard the nervous laugh that he used when it came to her. Did that mean he hadn’t lied? He’d meant to help her, the netting must have been…no she couldn’t think about that. Focus on getting out of this. The human is distracted, she’s mostly awake, she can try to get out.

“Well either way, yeah I got it all fixed up. Oh about that doll house you’d asked about,” the human reached into the pocket that held her. She tried to move away, but her body had grown heavy again. Warm fingers wrapped around her and she tried to stay still, the warmth made her want to squirm. The human pulled her up to their face. They started to twirl her around, it took everything to keep herself from fighting back. Well, not everything, she could still barely move. Was she sick? “Are you sure about those measurements? Want to make sure before I start putting the thing together.”

“Oh yeah I’m positive. Thanks, I left enough for that too right? Oh and uh I’ll need to come pick it up instead of you bringing it by. It’s a gift for someone.” The human holding her grinned and it made her want to shiver, but she held back. The human finally put Mira back in their pocket and she curled up. Her body was heavy and it took everything not to squirm while they held her. She wouldn’t be able to escape like this. She should have been more careful, she should have realized she was sick, and moved somewhere hidden.

“Hehe, yeah yeah for that mystery girl right? When do I get to meet her anyway? I didn’t see anything new in your place, besides the doll on your table. Was that-”

“What did the doll look like?” She stiffened at how cold he sounded. He never sounded like this around her. She could feel as the human she was with stiffened as well. This was something bad then.

“Chill bud, no need to get so mad. It was just a doll with purple hair, I thought it looked cute. It looked smaller than the measurements-”

“Were you in my room Ezekial? Did you touch…did you touch the doll?” She heard the hitch in Corus’s voice, he struggled to call her a doll. The nightmares were just nightmares, she had to be hopeful right now. She just had to build up her strength until she had an escape route. She’d get away, she always got away. If she didn’t, she’d die trying. She didn’t get long to think before the human’s hand was slammed into her. She hit her head on something in the pocket, her vision fading slowly.

“Of-of course not, you know me better than that.” The human laughed a stiff, nervous laugh. She hoped she’d wake up before they reached for her again.

Zeke was sweating bullets as he finished his call with Corus. The man could read him like a book, hopefully he had no way to tell Zeke had looked around. He said the doll was on a table, obviously he wouldn’t bring it up if he took it. Corus would probably tear the place apart, but he definitely gave the wrong measurements. He’d fix the doors to the dollhouse, add some clothes to make up for it, and they’d be fine. He just should probably hurry up on getting the house done before Corus decided to make sure he didn’t snoop and find it.

The rest of the ride was quick, his mind busy with the changes he’d make. He pulled into his driveway and sighed, this better be worth getting Corus mad. He got out of the car quickly, pulling some materials from the trunk that he needed for the special requests Corus made. Electricity throughout the house, some plumbing inside, it wasn’t impossible to do at least. He had most of it ready to just be put together, Corus had been pretty patient for someone like him. He would only need a few days after fixing the measurements, he’d sent him something way too small for Corus to be able to put the doll inside at all. It was like he’d measured for the doll to walk in on it’s own.

Zeke chuckled as he nudged the door to his workshop open. Corus would appreciate this after he saw what he got out of it. He had to force the door open with his hip, hopefully this wasn’t beating the doll up. He felt the door hit his hip and winced. The doll may take a bit more of a beating than he expected, probably should have put it somewhere else. He finally made it to his work table, dropping everything off and wiping his brow. He winced to himself as he reached a hand into his pocket to check on the doll. It wasn’t like it was before.

He wrapped his fist around a shockingly warm figure in his pocket. Pulling it out, the doll was curled up into a ball. It fit almost perfectly in the center of his palm. He brought it closer and could almost see the shivering of its form and hear raspy breaths. He cautiously used a finger to move the strangely colored hair and saw blood on its face. He took the time to inspect it, finding it covered in bruises. He nudged the shirt up, the doll wincing in its sleep. He watched as his own hand started to shake, this wasn’t a doll, not an it, this was a person.

He kidnapped a person. A tiny person the size of a small doll. They were on Corus’s desk, they hadn’t even moved when he walked in. Their eyes were open when he walked in. Oh god, the person had been awake and he shoved them in a pocket. A pocket full of things that must have been banging into them the whole time. The door! The door banged into his side, his hip near the tiny person. Had it hit them? They looked awful, felt warm, how does he take care of this?

He knows how to handle this, he can help them. He first has to get them a safe place to rest. He pushed the mess of his desk aside and searched for something soft. He needed to place them somewhere comfortable while he got the emergency kit. He had been stupid, just shoving a doll with weird looks in his pocket. He’d been taught better. He looked at the shaking form again, maybe getting them away from Corus was better. If they were terrified of him Corus must have seemed like a monster.

Zeke knew Corus wouldn’t hurt anyone that couldn’t fight back, but the people like this had no way to know. He gave up and pulled out the fabric he had planned to use for clothes for the doll Corus had. He sighed, he was desperate for this to be unrelated to the small person. The measurements Corus gave matched them though. There was the netting, it would probably stop the person from getting out. Then how they seemed, the wall, was Corus…a different person than he’d thought?

Corus sneezed as he got out of the car. He laughed a bit, he was told that meant people were talking about him. Maybe Mira was talking to herself again, but she was more likely to be getting into trouble. He was relieved the door was locked as he reached it, that meant she should be safe inside. He jingled the keys a few times, he’d promised Mira to do that when he was back to be cautious. He hoped she got some sleep while Zeke was there. He kept a careful eye on the ground as he walked in.

“I’ll kill you!” someone shouted out as the door clicked closed. He had to tense to avoid the reflex to slam his hand on the prick near his neck. He felt small hands digging into his neck tickling him somewhat. The prick happened again and he jumped, a grunt came from the person on him. They’d get hurt like this, he reached around and carefully grabbed them in his hand. He almost hoped it would be Mira. “Let go you stupid, cruel, lying, monster.”

He pulled his hand around and looked down at the clearly fuming and terrified small person. It was Kaya, they were a mess. It looked like they’d been through hell. They must have shown up while Zeke was working, that was awful. He pulled his hand close to his chest ignoring the insults Kaya kept throwing at him. They probably thought the netting was locking them out, or worse Mira in. He dropped his keys off and went to his room. Mira would probably be more helpful in calming them down. He turned the knob to his bedroom door as Kaya let out another shriek.

“Did you sell her or just give her away, you monster?” they screamed. Corus let his hand fall from the door, curling into a tight fist. Kaya seemed to notice the change, their fight dying down. He looked at them, their fear hitting him like a speeding truck. He carefully moved his hand closer to his face so they were eye level.

“Kaya…did the other human take Mira?” he asked. He tried to stay calm, keep a steady voice, but he could feel the darkness leaking through. Kaya looked at him with fear in their eyes. They probably thought he was going to hurt them. “Kaya, what did the human look like?”

“R-reddish hair, dark skin, g-green eyes…” they stuttered out. He couldn’t imagine the face he was making.

He’d promised her she’d be safe and Zeke took her. He had to stay in control, Kaya was here. His nails were digging into his palm, it stung and he felt the skin break. He had to stay calm, he couldn’t scare Kaya more than he had. He turned away from the room, he didn’t want to see the proof that she was gone. He brought Kaya to the kitchen, crouching down to let them off near the lower entrance he knew about.

“Go ahead Kaya, I’m going to go get Mira,” he said. He tried to give a reassuring smile, but the wide eyes on their face told him he was failing. They stared up at him unmoving for a good bit of time. Finally they seemed to be ready to go, standing up with determination. They took a few steps forward and met his eyes. They were just barely shaking.

“I’m going with you, if you’re actually saving Mira then I want to see it.” He sighed, they were close to Mira he could guess how stubborn they were. He wouldn’t hide it though, he’d probably lose it when he saw Zeke. He had trusted him and had no idea if Zeke thought he took some toy or knew he took a person. He could feel his anger starting to bubble over, he had to stop while Kaya was with him.

“I will probably be violent to that human, Kaya. It’s better you don’t come along. I don’t need you to be more scared of me.” Kaya met his eyes and he was shocked by their determined glare. They weren’t going to let him go alone.

“If you’re claiming you’re saving her, then I’m going.” He curled his fingers around them. He saw their jump as they tried to act unfazed. He brought his hand up to his face again, Kaya wasn’t handling this well. He held them up to the pocket on his coat, the coat he’d never taken off. They looked at him terrified, he tried to give a warm look again.

“Can you handle being in my pocket? It’s the safest way to come with me. You don’t have to Kaya, I’ll bring Mira back safely I promise. You can wait here.” Kaya eyed the pocket, then hugged themself. They seemed to curl up, looking even smaller than normal. They inched closer, but he saw some tears sneaking out of their eyes.

“What if they hurt her?” He barely heard them, their voice cracked. “What if they made her tell about our home? What if she’s hurt badly? What if I stay here you’re lying and they come back? How can I trust you after someone took her?! After I just got to have her in my life again…”

Corus didn’t pause before pulling Kaya close to his chest. Their gasp told him enough but he held them gently and moved his hands so he could rub their back. Of course they were more terrified than just themselves getting hurt. Mira hadn’t said everything, but it was almost a decade since she’d been home. Now they both have someone important back and Kaya just saw her get taken away. They know Mira, better than Corus does surely, they know she’d die before risking her home.

Corus froze for a second, but went back to rubbing their back quickly. There was more and he was positive he knew what it was. Kaya saw Mira get taken, that much was told to him already. Mira probably saw Kaya and gave up fighting from where Zeke put her. She probably worried he’d find Kaya, then they’d be in danger. He stayed holding them for a bit longer before pulling them back enough to see their face.

“I promise you, none of you are going to get hurt and Mira’s going to come back safely. Do you still want to come with me?” he asked. He was hoping Kaya would say no, but they nodded their head and slid to the edge of his hands. He held open the pocket carefully sliding Kaya in. He would need to keep his cool as long as he had a passenger, he hoped he could.

Mira groaned as she started to come to her senses. She opened her eyes, but the bright lights blinded her. She tried to curl back up, but she had this bit of memory that made sleeping seem bad. She tried to sit up, but something warm pushed her back down. Corus hadn’t come back yet… no she was taken. So what the hell just pushed her down? She opened her eyes, meeting the green eyes of the human who took her. She stayed still as she took in the stranger’s face. They knew she was a living thing, and they had their finger holding her down.

She had to assess things, stay calm and find an escape. She had gotten out of worse things before. No… she hadn’t, but she could make her way out of this. She was the best back home, it was why she’d been able to save them from being found. The human kept the gentle pressure holding her down, she wasn’t a fool it could change in an instant. She tried to go numb, pretending nothing was happening. She just had to survive until the human made a mistake. Only a few more moments passed before the human seemed to leave their shock.

“O-oh, sorry, probably wasn’t nice having my finger there,” they said.

They pulled their finger back, but she didn’t move. Her head was still fuzzy, but humans that weren’t Corus were all a risk at least. They just sat there watching her, she wanted to scream. She tried to remember getting here, she heard Corus talk and get mad. She couldn’t remember the words. There was pain with the fuzzy feeling making thinking hard. She tried to sit up again, they pressed on her shoulder. She glared up at them the best she could, they were fuzzy like her head.

“You probably shouldn’t move yet,” they said. She weakly reached up and pushed at their finger, it didn’t budge. Corus always acted like she did it, where was he? “I think you got hurt pretty bad as I brought you here. Sorry, I just thought you were a doll. I wouldn’t have guessed you were alive with hair and eyes like that.”

They weren’t moving their finger. She felt weird, bad weird. She might be sick, when did she get sick? It was probably from not being in the walls, stupid Corus wasn’t warm enough. She tried to sneer at him, but it was more like just an open mouth. The finger put a bit of pressure on her. She didn’t like that. She had to move. She put both her hands flat on the ground bringing her knees to her chest. She pushed back with all her might sliding away from the finger.

She glared up at the human who seemed stunned she moved. She climbed to her feet, she was far from steady. She reached for her hook, coming up empty. Did they take it or did she not have it from the start? Her head was too messy she couldn’t figure it out. The human’s hand was coming towards her again, she tried to back away. She tripped over the air and fell back, the hand catching her. She tried to seem fierce.

“Ge’ ba’” she slurred. The words weren’t right, she was warm and her head was fuzzy. The hand lifted her up closer to the human’s face. She got a better look at them now, it looked like the one in Corus’s pictures. Corus said he’s good. It can’t be Zeke. “Not Ze’”

“Were you still awake in the car? Oh no…” they said. “Yeah I’m Zeke.”

She started shaking her head. Corus said he was good. Was Corus not good? No, no Corus was good. He kept her a secret. This one is bad, he’s a bad human. The human brought a finger to her, holding it against her head. She tried to pull away from it, it wasn’t holding her still really. She looked at them again, this was a bad dream right? Maybe just a weird one because his face just looked sad. She tried to push at the finger again.

“Bad human,” she managed.

The hand moved again, sliding her off back on the table. She watched as the human face got fuzzier. Finally she realized they were standing. They walked away leaving her there, alone. She tried to get up again, but her body felt heavy. She was tired. She could sleep a little before the human came back then run away. She felt her eyes starting to close. She stopped fighting them to stay open.

The next thing she knew the human was back. His hands all around her. She tried to move, but it wasn’t working yet. The human was holding her in one hand, keeping her head facing him. She saw his mouth move, but couldn’t hear the words. Then there was something near her mouth and a liquid followed it. She had to swallow it in order to breathe. She started coughing horribly. What did he give her? The coughing was awful, she never thought it would end. When it finally did she fell back asleep almost immediately.

The next time she woke up her head wasn’t fuzzy. She jumped to her feet quickly. It made her a little dizzy. She looked around and the human wasn’t back yet. She could get away now. The table seemed mostly empty, but there was a raised area. She ran and hid under there, she had to hope the darkness was enough. She could hear the footsteps coming close again, something fell to the floor. She still didn’t feel right, if she tried to climb down it wouldn’t end well. She wasn’t sure what was real and what was a dream right now.

“Are you still here? Please come out,” the human called. She caught her first clear glimpse, it was the same Zeke. Guess Corus wasn’t so right about him being good. He basically stole from Corus, eventually realized she was alive and gave her something weird. “Please I promise I just want to help. If I knew you were alive when I saw you I would have tried to wake you up and talk to you. I thought you were a doll. I was just going to make some new clothes to go with what Corus had asked me to make.”

She wasn’t a fool. She made her way carefully to another spot out of the human’s line of sight. She waited for those steps to start up again. The searching that would lead to destroying the room. That would be when she could get away. She just had to be careful until then. Avoiding the human until she got in the walls was the best bet. Then she’d plan her next move… She would probably never see Corus or her family again though.

“Please, I won’t touch you again. You seemed hurt and you were burning up. I just got a fever reducer and gave it to you,” he begged. She inched a bit further away from where she’d hidden. She may be able to speak here. “I know of a few colonies I can take you to. I never thought Corus would try to keep anyone like you, I’m not like him.”

“You’re right, you’re nothing like him,” she called out. She moved carefully, enough for her voice to come out a bit farther away. “”When he found me he didn’t even touch me. If you humans took more than two seconds to look at anything smaller than you we wouldn’t be here. I don’t believe lies about colonies either. No one else like me exists.”

The lie was a risk. If he did have others of her kind he might play on that. She would use this though, playing lonely and confused. If he believed her maybe he’d slip up, tell her something to give her an idea if she could get home. She could hear the human sigh and the clatter of something. Probably what he dropped. She moved again, cautious of where he was looking.

“Look I’m sorry to tell you, but that’s a lie. There’s plenty of others like you, most don’t live in human homes anymore. Corus was planning to keep you, I don’t know what he told you. He was having me make a house for you even,” Zeke argued.

“H-he had you making something for me?” she asked. Her focus on hiding momentarily failed. Corus was getting something for her, since when? She missed the footsteps coming closer too. The thing she hid behind moved and she was faced with the human again. She felt her blood run cold.

“Yes, I grabbed you because I thought it was the doll he had me making a house for and he gave me the wrong measurements.” She stumbled back from the human looming over her. She shouldn’t have spoken well of Corus, he used him against her. She had to find a way to escape. “I genuinely want to help you find a safe place. It’s what my whole family does, we work on parts of houses to get your kind to safety. I’m sorry Corus lied to you.”

“He didn’t lie as far as I’m concerned, you're the lying human. Why are you so sure someone you care about would treat me or my supposed kind poorly?” The human crouched down, his face directly across from her now.

“I’ve seen a lot of people act in shocking ways when finding others like you. I thought he’d be better.”

“Why not see how he acts if you take me back to him?”

This was her chance. Trick him into bringing her back, Corus would make sure she was safe then. She hoped he would at least. He said he loved her, but this was another human. It could just be where she learns the extent of that love. The two jumped as the sound of slamming came from outside. She recognized that sound, a car, was it Corus? The human she was facing put her hiding place back in front of her.

“Zeke, open the damned door!” Corus shouted.

She hadn’t heard him like this before. It was worse than when he didn’t know about her. Zeke looked at her before the door was kicked in. She shuddered at the reminder of how strong humans could be compared to anyone her size. Corus walked in and the anger on his face scared her. He was walking strangely though, he had his hand held weirdly. She stared at that hand as he passed the table she was on, Kaya jumped off. Corus changed again, he seemed almost crueler.

“What the hell did you do with her Zeke?” he growled. She took the chance to rush out to Kaya. They held her tightly as Corus seemed to be ready to kill Zeke. She had to do something.

“I’m not giving her back to you Corus, I don’t know what you were planning and I think I’d rather never find out,” Zeke spat. Corus lifted him up by his collar, he was strong. She was having trouble connecting it to the kind human who gently held her and even saved her family.

“Do you think you can just keep her? She’s a fucking person Zeke. I would have thought you were better. I fucking promised her you were a good human and you kidnap her?!”

“Wait what? Y-you didn’t trick her? I…wait why does she think she’s the only of her kind? What the hell happened to you before-”

Zeke turned and looked at where she should have been. She met his eyes as Kaya hid behind her. Corus followed his gaze, letting him go as he saw her. She heard and felt it as Zeke hit the ground. She gripped Kaya a bit harder, this was Corus, her Corus, everything was fine. The face she’d seen twisted in anger gave way to the relieved look she’d seen more than once. He came closer to her, each step slow and gentle. She felt Kaya grip her tighter, meanwhile she was calming down and letting them go. This was her Corus. They were safe with him.

“Mira, are you ok? Did he hurt you?” he asked once he reached her.

He almost fell to his knees in front of her. His hands started to come near her, he was shaking. She saw the same fear he had after he ripped apart the wall. She reached out to the hand that froze an arm’s length away, placing a hand against the tip of his finger. She saw relief flood his eyes as he brought his hands closer. Kaya backed away letting him hold her gently in his hands. He wasn’t picking her up, but he used his thumb to brush some of her hair away.

She gave him a small smile, the fear she started feeling seemed stupid now. She heard Zeke groan and Corus’s hands grew tense. She held a hand on his fingers, getting his focus back on her. She shook her head no, it was funny seeing how he calmed down immediately. He reminded her of the way she saw dogs act with humans. He pulled his hands away, standing up again and facing Zeke. One hand placed on the table near her, he didn’t trust him.

“Ok, ok, ok,” Zeke mumbled. “Note to self, if I ever risk getting Corus pissed again get a metal door. So…you were lying when you said you’re the only one you know of?”

“Wouldn’t you lie when someone stole you from your home?” Kaya said. She was shocked, they were trying to be brave. She knew they were more terrified of humans than most of the others at home. They were truly amazing. “If I were your size I wouldn’t have just dropped you on the ground!”

“I mean, I can do more,” Corus offered. She kicked his hand, he smirked down at her. She was going to kill him.

“Look I swear I thought she was a doll when I took her. I know you Corus. I didn't trust your measurements. When I realized she was alive, I made sure she wasn’t hurt after what had to be a crappy ride and gave her a fever reducer.”

“Fever!” Kaya ran to her immediately checking her for anything wrong. She knew why they were worried, she had a history of waiting until she couldn’t move to take care of an illness. It wasn’t exactly wrong this time either. “...Is that why you were out in the open? Were you too tired to stay up again? You promised not to do that once you were on your own!”

The hand near her started moving. A finger held to her head that she batted away. He pulled back like always, at least respecting that she tried. She shot Zeke a glare she wasn’t sure he could see, but it didn’t matter. Corus was here, he actually came after her. He went after a human for her. He even brought Kaya with him. Wait…he brought Kaya here, to a human, who might have been hurting her?

“Why did you bring Kaya here?!” she yelled at him. He shrunk back, refusing to look at her. “Did you go get them? Did you let everyone know I got taken? Do you realize how quickly they’ll drag me back and move? What were you-”

“Shut,” Kaya said, covering her mouth. “I was coming to say what was decided about the fence, although if this was the friend it seems pointless now. I… may have tried to attack him after I saw you get taken away.”

“I really fucked up,” Zeke sighed. Corus turned on him again, he seemed like when he walked in. “Look I know you don’t have a reason to trust anything I say, but I really do help your kind relocate from houses they’re in danger from. I’m sorry and honestly, to what you asked before Corus showed up I would have taken you back. I wasn’t going to force you to go anywhere, but I would have made sure you could reach me if Corus was ever a problem.”

“...I don’t think I can stay upset with him, Mira, I can still punch him if you want though,” Corus said. She looked up at him and waited, there was more. “I know when he’s lying and he isn’t. He does stuff like that for people he thinks are in dangerous relationships too. Sounds like he’s an idiot that was trying to catch me before I messed up and wound up hurting you.”

“I can take you two to one of the colonies we’ve helped set up. I can’t really take Corus… They would probably panic and think I lied to them, when a new human is going to start coming around we usually have a way to test them. We work with the others of your kind to make sure they feel safe.” Zeke gave an anxious laugh. Corus looked at them, he would do as they wanted. She wasn’t going, she wasn’t sure how she felt about Zeke yet. Right now she wished she had her hook and could show him how well she can defend herself.

“I’ll go with you.” Mira grabbed Kaya and made them face her. They leaned in close to her, making sure only she’d hear them. “You might think I’m stupid, but I want to trust him. Same way I think you’re kind of stupid for trusting Corus.”

“Can you give Kaya a way to reach Corus if you become a problem?” Mira asked. She shot Zeke a look and was shocked when he actually winced.

“Not really, we can set a time limit? It should only take until tomorrow night for us to get there and back.”

“Fine, I won’t get Corus to stop if Kaya gets hurt.”

“I don’t think you could…” Both humans said.

She patted Corus’s hand, he flipped it over to hold her. She climbed on, feeling safer than she had just that morning. He brought her up close to his face. She leaned back, winding up against his fingers. He came closer and she felt a blush creep up her cheek. A part of her wanted to make him stop, Zeke and Kaya were right there. As he came closer she couldn’t bring herself to act. He placed his lips against her, the plush surface covering her face and chest. She kissed him back the best she could. Staring up at him happily once he pulled away.

Zeke looked at Kaya once Corus and the other person were gone. He hadn’t caught her name. He got off the ground and slowly walked towards them. They were clearly terrified, he felt awful he’d messed up so badly. Based on the kiss before they left he wouldn’t be forgiven for a while. He crouched down to see Kaya better and had to bite his tongue. They were cute, a lot cuter than anyone else he’d met. Man he had really fucked up, he just had to hope they didn’t hate him too.

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Chapter One: Lonely Together

Jack Kline x OC

Rated: PG

~I might hate myself tomorrow

But I'm on my way tonight

Let's be lonely together

A little less lonely together~

Sent: 10:52 PM

Merry Christmas, stranger. I hope yours is as bright as new fallen snow. Stay warm.

I smiled down at my phone before clicking it off and slipping it into my pocket. I didn't know who I had sent the message to. It was just a number I had punched in at random. I didn't expect anyone to reply.

Wrapping my dark green cardigan tighter around my body, I pulled my knees in closer to my chest and pressed myself closer against the wall of the bakery. The wall was only slightly warmer than the frigid air around me. It was December 2nd and icy gales were blowing in from Lake Superior and stinging the skin of the city's occupants.

The sky hung dark, low, and flat over Copper Harbor, Michigan. Copper Harbor was an itty-bitty town at the northern most tip of the northernmost part of Michigan. You know that piece of land that's only connected to the mainland by a highway, that in-between place that really should be Canada, but isn't? That's where Copper Harbor is and that's where I was.

Copper Harbor was the sort of town where newcomers and visitors are as common as flying pigs and are treated with about as much scrutiny. It's not one of those small, friendly towns just off the highway; the ones that are pleasant to find yourself in if you've taken a wrong turn. It's quite the feat to get lost and turn up in Copper Harbor, considering its miles away from anything and everything remotely interesting, unless you're searching for Bigfoot or a drunk Canadian that took a wrong turn. Though those two things might just end up being one and the same. No, nobody came to Copper Harbor unless they had a reason. That's just the sort of place it was. And aside from the mind-numbing cold, it was exactly the sort of place I wanted to be.

The clouds were so heavy with the snow that now drifted down, dusting everything in a layer of fine white powder, it seemed that someone standing on even the lowest rooftop could reach up and touch them. The snowflakes raining down from those clouds gave the appearance of tiny shooting stars. Many would have found the sight beautiful. I didn't. I just found it cold and somewhat depressing. Some people say that shooting stars are angels, falling to the earth to bless the lives of people in need. I've never liked those sorts of stories. The stars belong in the heavens. The dust belongs on the earth. Collecting in puddles, the sparkling, sugar-like ice crystals did nothing to ease the bitter cold. I shivered and coughed, my breath fogging in front of me.

I should have frozen to death hours ago.

But I can't die. At least, not that way.

Suffering, on the other hand, I can do that to no end.

I put my head between my knees, hoping to retain what little heat my walking corpse had to offer. I struggled to remain conscious. The story of the little-match-girl was playing in my head. I'd never liked that story's ending. Hallucinations really weren't my thing, especially hallucinations about things I tried not to think about, the things I tried to burry in the farthest corners of my mind. I had to distract myself, to think about anything that would keep me awake. The problem was, there was nothing to distract me.

Pling!

My phone buzzed in my pocket with a text. I grasped it quickly, greedy for a distraction, but I paused upon seeing the number displayed upon the screen. It was that number I had texted the Merry Christmas message to. Whoever it was had texted me back. I unlocked my phone and peered at the mystery person's message.

Received: 11:18 PM

Merry Christmas to you as well!

The message read. I smiled a little, surprised that anyone would care to return my quiet Christmas wish. The screen of my phone lit up with another message.

Received: 11:19 PM

Who are you?

The question was a simple one. Though tone can often be difficult to infer over written text, the question seemed to bear no hostility, only innocent curiosity. I thought for a bit about what to say, the answer was not as simple as the question had implied.

***

Located quite literally one thousand miles away from Copper Harbor, was the small, out-of-the-way town of Lebanon, Kansas. Now, in the outskirts Lebanon there was a hill. The hill was modestly sized and carpeted with thick grass painted with a layer of frost. Although it was a rather pleasant sight for some stray hiker to find, the hill was really quite unremarkable. That is, if you ignored the hulking steel door built into the side of it that looked like the entrance to a post-apocalyptic hobbit hole. See, built under that hill there was a bunker. It looked like any ordinary bunker if one can ever describe a bunker as ordinary. But inside this ordinary looking bunker, sat something rather extraordinary and his name was Jack.

Jack Kline was quite happy where he was. Sitting with his legs crossed on a chair beside the bunker's fireplace, Jack held Sam's beloved lap-top between his knees. Sam let him borrow it on the nights he couldn't sleep. Those nights were many. Sleepless nights were one of the many side effects of being half-angel, but he didn't really mind. Jack wasn't overly fond of sleep, not like Sam or Dean who adored the few hours they got. Jack would much rather be awake because if he was asleep then he couldn't observe. He liked to observe. He loved learning. He loved taking in anything and everything going on around him, soaking it all up like a sponge with legs. He especially loved to soak up a story. Epic ones with heroes that defeat powerful villains. Jack loved stories.

So, no; Jack Kline was not overly fond of sleep. No, Jack preferred to just sit quietly and watch those epic stories as they played out in front of him on the screen of Sam's lap-top.

Currently, he was watching Star Wars: The Clone Wars. The computer had said he would like it, and the computer had been right. He had just finished season 2 and had begun on season 3. Some small voice in the back of his mind told him he should slow down and draw the series out a little longer, but Jack just couldn't find the will to do so. This story was just too good to stop. Jack shoved a hand full of popcorn in his mouth as he pressed the play button on the next episode. He had managed to sneak several bags of popcorn from the kitchen and into the secret stash in his room a few nights earlier. It was perfect, except popcorn needed to be popped and popping the kernels without attracting notice was a bit of a challenge. But he found that if he popped them during the day, when everyone was clamoring about and busy with whatever, the noise from the popping kernels wouldn't peak any suspicion. The only downside to his strategy was that it left him with cold popcorn. Though this too could be remedied via his angel powers, if he was careful about it, he could warm up the popcorn undetected.

Now, don't get the impression that Jack was being starved, or held in this bunker against his will, or something awful like that. As was mentioned before, Jack was very happy there. The Winchesters, Sam and Dean, and the angel Castiel, lived there with him and took care of him. They were his family and Jack loved them. The only reason he had a secret stash at all was because Sam was the only one in the bunker who cared about the importance of having a somewhat healthy diet. Whereas Dean let the boy eat pretty much anything he wanted and Cas- well in Cas's mind food was food and that's all there was to it. But Sam didn't like it when he caught Jack eating what he referred to as 'junk food'.

Somehow, Sam always caught him.

"That stuff’ll rot your teeth, Jack!" He'd sigh, as he'd flip on the kitchen light and catch Jack eating cereal sometime around midnight. Then he'd look at Jack with a disappointed look on his face until Jack threw the cereal away and went back to bed. Jack hated it when Sam looked at him like that, he just couldn't bear to let the Winchesters down.

But Jack loved to eat. Eating was enjoyable as it brought with it something new every time. Yet more things to absorb and to experience. Although the younger Winchester disapproved of the more sugary foods; Jack liked those a whole lot more than the salads Sam tried to get him to eat. Jack didn't like the salads or 'Rabbit Food' as Dean called it. No, Jack liked popcorn a quite a bit more.

He smiled as he brought another handful into his mouth. Yes, Jack Kline quite enjoyed eating.

Plip! Ploop!

Jack's head swiveled away from the screen to stare at the phone laying face-up on the arm rest of the chair in which he sat. The screen was alight with a text message. He picked up the phone and unlocked it. The message read:

Received: 10:52 PM

Merry Christmas, stranger. I hope yours is as bright as new fallen snow. Stay warm.

That was all. Jack was quite confused; he didn't know that number. Who had sent the text? What should he do? Should he say something back?

Curiosity and caution struggled in a match tug-of-war in his head. He wanted to know who the message had come from. He wanted to know why that person had sent it. He also wanted to know why he had a strange feeling that whoever had sent the message was horribly sad. But would the Winchesters be mad at him if he answered? Sam and Dean had given him the phone just a few days earlier.

"For emergencies," Sam had said as he laid the device in Jack's hand before resuming his packing. Jack had stared at it, rather confused as to its purpose. Castiel had been off somewhere doing something and Sam and Dean had been leaving for a hunt, leaving him alone which Dean was completely and utterly against.

"Only for emergencies," Dean had stressed, jabbing his finger in Jack's general direction as he inspected various articles of clothing before tossing them into a duffle bag. "That means don't text or call unless someone is breaking in or you're dying!"

Sam shot his older brother a warning look. Dean ignored it and pulled a pair of socks out of his dresser, sniffing them briefly before making a face and chucking them to the other side of the room. Jack looked back down at the small black rectangle in his palm.

"Okay so, only text or call in case there's an emergency. Got it." Jack clinched the thin black box between his thumb and forefinger, carefully lifting it up as if it might explode in his face. "But, one question, if something happens like-like you said, like somebody breaking in or me dying, how-how would I do that?" He asked, looking back at the two brothers. They both froze their hasty packing and pivoted to stare at him, their eyebrows raised with disbelieving question.

"What?" Dean asked the young Nephilim. Jack shrank away a little, not wanting to upset the older Winchester.

"How do I text or call you? I don't know how to do that," Jack had timidly replied. Dean just shook his head and returned to over-stuffing the duffle. Sam, however, was much more understanding.

"That's right, you-you don't, do you?" Sam asked, realizing his mistake. Jack turned his attention to the younger of the brothers, shaking his head in an answer to Sam's question.

"Unbelievable," Dean muttered, rolling his eyes. Sam shot him another glare which Dean merely shrugged off.

"Well, come on then, I'll teach you," Sam had said. Jack watched as Sam set the contacts and explained how everything worked. He showed Jack how to send a text, how to dial and answer a call, and all the other things Jack would need to know. Jack just watched him and took note of every little thing. Watching and replicating was how Jack learned best.

"Now, if I don't answer my phone, you call Dean. But if he doesn't pick up, I want you to call me again, if I still don't answer a second time, I want you to call this number right here. That's Jody Mills, she's a friend of ours and she'll help you, alright? You get all that?" Sam finished explaining and looked for Jack to confirm his understanding. Jack nodded.

"I got it!" He said, enthusiastically. Sam gave the young boy a nervous smile.

"You do? Can you repeat it back to me?" Sam asked Jack the question the same way Sam and Dean's father had always asked them.

"If something happens, call you, and if you don't answer, call Dean. If Dean doesn't answer then I call you again, but if you still don't pick up, then call Jody Mills." Jack repeated all of Sam's instructions perfectly, grinning proudly at the younger Winchester when he finished. Sam laughed a little, but nerves twinged his voice.

"Good, yeah. Okay," Sam paused, thinking things over, "You know what, Jack? If neither of us answer your call and it's really that urgent, don't bother calling me a second time. Just call Jody right away if you can't get through to either of us. Alright?"

"Alright!" Jack nodded, grinning. Sam nodded back, stiffly.

"Alright." He seemed like he wanted to say something else but didn't know how to say it.

"You two done in there, Sammy?! We gotta go!" Dean called, walking in from another room. Sam stood and looked at his brother.

"Uh, yeah. I think we're good," He took a few steps towards the stairs that lead up to the door before pausing and turning back to Jack, "We're good, right? You're gonna be okay here by yourself?" Sam asked again. Jack grinned and gave him a thumbs up.

"I'll be fine. You don't have to worry."

Sam nodded and smiled with so much nervousness it almost hurt to watch.

"Okay, good. It's good. We're good," He said, nodding and trying to reassure himself more than anyone else. Dean raised an eyebrow at his overly anxious little brother, tugging his old leather jacket on over his shoulders, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he directed his remarks at Jack.

"Hey, kid. Whatever you do, don't do anything stupid," He'd said, half glaring, "We'll be back in a few days." Then they'd left.

Now, Jack glanced back down at the phone in his hands, remembering Dean's warning about not doing anything stupid. But his curiosity regarding the sender of the message was overwhelming. It couldn't hurt to text this person back, right? Was that what Dean had meant by his warning? Did this count as something stupid? What was the worst that could happen? Deciding that the benefits outweighed the risks, he texted back.

Sent: 10:18 PM

Merry Christmas to you as well!

Jack wrote.

Sent: 10:19 PM

Who are you?

No sooner had asked his question, he began to worry that he might have sounded rude. He waited with anticipation for the mystery person to reply. He didn't have to wait long.

Received: 10:20 PM

It doesn't matter, you don't know me.

I'm just someone wanting to give you a warm holiday wish.

Jack frowned. Again, he got the distinct feeling that the person on the other side of this conversation was deeply saddened by something. He desperately wanted to know what. So, he did the thing he did best. He asked and waited to see what would happen.

***

Received: 11:21 PM

If you don't know me, why do you care?

I don't mean to be rude. I'm just curious.

Why do this?

I read the person's question once, then twice, then three times and I realized that I didn't have an answer. Why did I care? Why was I texting some random person a Christmas wish? For all I knew, this person may not even observe the holiday. I had so many of my own things to worry about I was nearly drowning in them. I didn't know this person. I had nothing to do with them. So, why did I care about their holiday season? Why was I doing this?

I told myself it was just a random act of kindness. But deep down I knew what the reason was, and even if I didn't want to think about it, I felt it in my heart. I was doing this for the same reason I did everything. So, I took a few moments and came up with a reply.

Sent: 11:25 PM

I'm doing this because I believe that no one should ever have to be alone,

especially during the holidays.

I sent my reply and remembered to keep on shivering. I could hardly feel the cold anymore, I had gone almost completely numb. But I knew if I didn't keep moving, I would surely freeze in place and be unable to move until spring came. I vaguely wondered how cold it was. I remembered having heard on someone's car radio that this was supposed to be the coldest winter Michigan had experienced in the last decade. Though winter had only just begun, it was already cold enough for the district council to be suggesting face coverings to prevent citizens from getting frostbite and losing their nose.

I sneezed. I had no such face covering. Hell! I didn't even have a jacket! Let alone a coat or anything mildly warm. All I had was my oversized green cardigan, my black Star Wars t-shirt and my black jeans. That was it. Yet here I sat, outside a bakery in well below freezing temperatures, shivering myself into next decade.

I could go to a shelter. At least there I wouldn't have to endure the bitter biting of the wind as it gushed with double its normal force through these tight, abandoned alleyways. But if I went to a shelter then there was no chance of leaving undetected, I reminded myself. No, it was better to stay here, cold and alone, than to risk human contact.

I was pulled from my thoughts by another pling from my phone. Another message from that unknown contact.

Received: 11: 27

Are you alone?

Again, the question was simple. And although the mere thought hurt like a knife twisting in a fresh wound, I looked around at the dark, trash littered alleyway I sat in, watching the scattered rags of paper flutter and tumble in the winter gales, and I looked at the brutally beautiful puddles of speckled ice gathering along my body and melting on my skin, and I examined the bleak night sky, choked starless by the drifting dreary clouds; and the utterly silent stillness of the sleeping city revealed the harsh reality of my answer.

No one was here.

Nobody cared.

Not even the stars would keep me company. Because the stars never cared who I was.

So, with no reason to keep the truth hidden. I answered the question honestly.

Sent: 11: 29 PM

Yes.

Sent: 11: 30 PM

I am alone.

I was completely and utterly alone.

***

Received: 10: 30 PM

I am alone.

Once again Jack got the distinct impression that these words carried a heavy burden. It made him frown. What could he do to help a person he didn't even know? He wanted to ask this person if they had any friends, but something about those words told him the answer. When this person had said they were alone, Jack got the feeling they weren't just talking about the current moment. But maybe that's what this person needed. Maybe they needed a friend.

Sent: 10: 32 PM

Well, I'll be your friend and talk to you. There, now you're not alone anymore!

Jack smiled as he sent the text. The reply didn't take long.

Received: 10: 33 PM

Thank you.

You don't have waste your time on me but thank you.

It didn't take any special powers to read in between the lines this time, anyone could see the sadness in those words. Though Jack wasn't sure if it was his powers causing that strange feeling or if he was just imagining things.

Sent: 10:34 PM

I don't mind. Really!

Besides, I don't have anyone to talk to either.

Received: 10: 35 PM

Well, in that case, we can be lonely together!

Jack grinned. He'd made himself a friend. He couldn't wait to get to know them.

***

Received: 11: 36 PM

Since we're friends now, what's your name?

I smiled down at my new mystery friend's message. There was something about the words that made them seem innocent and earnest. It couldn't hurt to give my name, right? It’s not like he could find me. After all, I'm supposed to be dead.

Sent: 11: 37 PM

My name is Martina.

I sent my name and waited for the response. It came quickly.

Received: 11: 38 PM

I like your name Martina!

It's very pretty.

I flinched as I read the text. Something about seeing my name written in the text brought me back to a conversation with a different person a long time ago. It was a painful memory, and I didn't want to see it anymore. I didn't want another reminder of the still bleeding wounds in my heart. I remembered why I didn't let anyone call me that name anymore.

Sent: 11: 39 PM

Thank you.

But I would prefer you call me Marty.

I didn't want to be so sensitive to things like this, but I just couldn't help it.

Received: 11: 40 PM

Alright! I like Marty too.

It's a fun name.

I smiled; grateful they didn't ask why it was so important that they called me by a nickname.

Sent: 11: 41 PM

Thanks for understanding.

So, what's your name?

Received: 11: 42 PM

My name is Jack!

I grinned to myself. I'd made me a friend. I just couldn't wait to get to know him.

Sent: 11: 43 PM

Heya, Jack!

It’s nice to meet you!

I think this is the beginning of a wonderful friendship.

Received: 11: 44 PM

I agree, Marty. We are going to be great friends!

Sent: 11: 45 PM

So, what's your favorite movie?

And just like that, we talked until the sun came up. And suddenly, for the first time in quite a while, I wasn't completely alone.

***

"Hey, uh, Jack? We're back!"

Sam's voice drifted in from just outside Jack's bedroom door. Jack was surprised. He hadn't heard the brothers come in which, for him, was quite peculiar.

The door creaked open and Jack hastily attempted to pretend like he hadn't been using the phone.

He failed.

Miserably.

The device slipped from his hand and he fumbled to catch it before it smashed against the grey, polished concrete floor. He let out a sigh of relief as he snatched it just in time.

Sam peered around the door, checking in on Jack, who was now hanging halfway off his bed and clutching the phone. Scrambling to sit upright, Jack gave Sam a half-panicked smile.

"Hi Sam!" He waved a greeting, shoving his phone behind his back. Sam raised his eyebrows in a questioning expression and stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. He folded his arms and leaned back on his heels.

"Hey Jack," Sam seemed a little distracted, "Have you seen Cas?" He asked. Jack shook his head vigorously.

"He's not back yet," He answered. Sam nodded and started to leave before stopping and turning back. Only now seeming to notice Jack's odd behavior. Sam gestured at the phone hidden behind the boys back,

"So, what were you doing in here just now?" Jack's eyes flew wide as quarters and his gaze shifted rapidly around the room, focusing on anywhere but Sam. His mind was working overtime trying to find a viable excuse.

"Uhhhh...Nothing!" Jack tried; his brain had gone blank. Sam raised an eyebrow.

"You sure about that?" Sam leaned forward a little, narrowing his eyes. Jack leaned back to match; his face scrunched up with the guilt he was trying very hard to hide. Everyone in the bunker knew how terrible Jack was at lying. He might be able to pass a few simple fibs by a stranger, but his family saw through him like he was made of glass. He couldn't deceive them. But that didn't stop him from trying, however.

"Yes..." Jack said slowly, his eyebrows pulling together in a rather sad attempt at looking sincere.

"Jack, what were you doing?" Sam asked more sternly. Jack looked at his feet and didn't answer. His shoulders moved up and down in a shrug.

"Do I have to go get Dean?" Sam pressed. Now Jack's head shot up. He stretched his hands out in a pleading gesture.

"No, no! Don't tell Dean!" Jack begged. Sam's expression shifted into one of concern.

"If you tell me, I won't tell Dean." Sam agreed, moving to sit on the bed beside Jack who shifted to give him some space. Sam waited patiently for the young Nephilim to speak. Jack kept his head down and rubbed his hands together nervously as he tried to think of how he should explain himself.

"Well, last night I was watching Netflix when I got this text from somebody wishing me a merry Christmas-" He started.

"Someone we know?" Sam asked, interrupting. Jack shook his head and continued.

"I asked them why they would do that, and they said it was because they thought that nobody should be alone this time of year. So, I asked if they were alone and they said, yes ─" Jack looked the younger Winchester in the eyes ─

"I don't know why but I just got this- this feeling, and they sounded just so sad, and now we're friends! But Dean said not to do anything stupid, and now I'm worried that I did! Are you mad?" Jack finished, worry coloring his features. Sam blinked. Once again astounded by the size of the half-angel's heart, he shook his head.

"No, Jack. I'm not mad," He said, softly.

"Really?"

"Really. I think you did a good thing. Everyone needs a friend." Sam patted Jack's shoulder and smiled. Jack looked down, grinning to himself as pride filled his chest.

Sam waited a moment before getting up from the bed. Stretching his back out and groaning a bit as he stood. It had been almost 48 hours since he last slept, and he was more than ready for a long nap. His hand rested on the doorknob and he paused a moment before turning back around.

"Hey, uh, Jack. Just one more thing. Do you by chance know this person's name?" Sam asked. Jack looked up briefly before looking back at the floor again, trying to hide the embarrassment creeping up to stain his cheeks.

"It's, uh, it's Marty," He replied. Sam nodded and moved to leave again but he stopped. His eyebrows pulled down with confusion before he turned back.

"And uh, is that a boy's name or a girl's name? Do you know?" Jack turned his head a bit to the side and picked at a thread in his jeans.

"Does it matter?" He questioned back. Truthfully, it didn't. Sam wouldn't make Jack stop if he didn't want to. But to say that the boy's current evasive behavior didn't pique his interest, would be a lie. Though, the kid’s flushed cheeks told him quite a bit about the answer.

"It doesn't matter," Sam said, shrugging, "I'm just curious is all." The tall man watched the boy's reaction. Jack nodded and shifted as if uncomfortable.

"Marty's a girl." He answered, trying to force his voice into sounding nonchalant. And failing.

"Okay, cool." Sam nodded, turning around again, and reaching for the handle. Jack's head whipped around.

"Wait, Sam!"

Sam looked over his shoulder.

"Hmm?"

"Don't. Tell. Dean!" Jack stressed. Urgency was evident in his voice. Sam huffed a laugh.

"Okay, Jack." With that, Sam pulled open the door and walked out letting the heavy steel swing shut behind him. Behind the door, Jack sighed with relief. He'd dodged a bullet with that one.

Walking a ways down the hall, Sam got to Dean's room where his older brother was now unpacking. The younger brother leaned on the door frame and expelled the laughter he'd been holding on to since Jack’s room. Dean turned around, holding a pistol and a pair of weeks old and hopelessly blood caked socks in his hands, he faced Sam with a questioning look.

"What's got you so giggly all of a sudden?" The older of the brother's asked.

Dean glanced at the pair of socks in his hand. He grimaced at the stench and held them further away from his face, trying not to breathe. It didn't work. The socks odor was so pungent, Dean could smell them through his mouth. There was no hope of washing them. Nope, those things would have to be burned. Though, taking another whiff of them, Dean wasn't sure that even incinerating the socks would do him much good now. The stomach-turning stink would be branded into his memory forever. Sam straightened up, shaking his head of shoulder length hair.

"It's just something Jack said." Sam smiled and laughed again before taking notice of the unholy stench wafting off the socks. He coughed. "Dude, those stink. Bad!"

"Yeah, it's a sad day, Sammy." Dean nodded solemnly. Sam covered his nose.

"Why?"

"These were my second luckiest pair of socks."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Well, they're not anymore," Sam pointed out. Now, they were just rancid.

"I think we should give em' a Viking funeral, something to honor their service. I mean, I remember one time when I wore these things for two weeks straight!" Dean reminisced, grinning. Sam looked mildly disturbed.

"That's, uh... nice... But, uh, is there somewhere we could put them before the funeral? Because they, uh, they reek." Sam was trying hard not to gag and couldn't understand how Dean could be holding them and remain unaffected. Dean smirked.

"You wanna go put em' somewhere?" He asked, waving the socks into Sam's face. Sam leaned away.

"Ah! God! No! Put those things somewhere! Please!" He choked out. Dean just grinned and moved to the other side of the room. Grabbing a cardboard box from off the shelf, he shoved the socks in there and sealed the lid. The stench quickly began to dissipate.

"Better?"

"Yeah, thanks."

"We're gonna have to burn that box too."

"Yup." Sam still felt a little sick but at least the socks were gone.

"So, what was it Jack said that you thought was so funny?" The older brother asked.

"Oh, uh, nothing. It was nothing," Sam said. But laughter began to creep up on him again. Dean rolled his eyes and went back to pulling more dirty clothing from the duffle bag.

"Are ya gonna stand there or are ya gonna spill?" Dean pushed. Sam sobered up again.

"Well, I'm not supposed to tell you," He said.

Dean shook his head, mildly annoyed. He knew Sam was going to tell him whatever juicy information he had gotten, just like he always did when he got that sly look on his face. Sam could be a bit of a schoolgirl that way. Except, of course, when it came to the important things, the things Dean was supposed to know. Those things Sam always kept to himself.

"Well, Sammy, if you ain’t gonna spill─" he used the gun in his hand to gesture from Sam to the duffle bag─ "get workin'."

The younger Winchester moved to the bag and started unpacking, grinning his face off all the while. Dean knew his little brother was waiting for him to ask about the thing with Jack again, so he said nothing. He just waited for Sam to look over to him eagerly, which is exactly what Sam did.

"So get this!" Sam started.

'Here it comes.' Dean predicted internally. Sam kept starring.

'Yatzee.' Dean thought. He knew Sam like the back of his hand. Actually, he probably knew his brother better than that.

"Apparently, Jack got a text from some random person last night wishing him merry Christmas. And, well, you know Jack! So he─" Dean stopped his brother mid-sentence.

"What's her name?" He interrupted. Sam looked confused.

"I didn't say anything about a girl," Sam trailed off. Dean sighed and shook his head.

"Geez, Sammy! If you love drama so much, you should go be an actor. You ain't foolin' anybody. We both know where this is goin' so just cut to the chase!" Dean sighed, opening a trunk and tossing in the gun he'd been holding along with several knives. His small outburst had startled his younger brother, but Dean didn't really care. Sam wasn't the only one who hadn't slept in 48 hours. Sleep was calling and Dean wanted nothing more than to answer. Sam frowned.

"Marty. The girl's name is Marty," Sam stated, sounding rather put out that Dean had guessed at his not-so-cleaver ploy. The older if the pair turned to the younger with a perplexed expression.

"Wait, wait. Marty?" He clarified. Amused disbelief written all over his features.

"Marty," Sam confirmed.

"Marty?"

"Yeah. Marty."

"Like the zebra in Madagascar, Marty?" Dean asked, grinning. Sam nodded.

"Yeah, like that. But remember, you didn't hear anything from me!" He answered, smiling as well. Dean laughed as he turned his attention back to the mess of clothing and weapons surrounding him on the floor.

"Yeah, whatever, drama queen." Dean rolled his eyes and kept working. The room was silent for a moment before the older Winchester burst out laughing again. He couldn't help himself; he found the subject hilarious.

"Ah, man. Marty! Now there's a name!" He exclaimed as he started folding the few clean clothing items laying in the pile. "What? Did her parents just take one look at her and say: 'Look at our beautiful baby! Let's name her Marty!'" Dean scoffed.

Sam snorted and shook his head at his older brother's bad joke. Then he leaned his head back and yawned.

"Man, I think we need some sleep," Sam sighed. Dean smirked.

"Is it your bedtime already?" He taunted, expecting a playful retort. But this time, Sam didn't argue. He just nodded.

"Yeah, I think it is." Though worried about his little brother, Dean held his playful smirk in place perfectly, just like he had been doing for so many years.

"Well, you go ahead and hit the sack. I'll finish up here." He said, easily. Even though he was just as tired and Sam was, he would finish out like always. Sam raised an eyebrow.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, o'course. There's not much left anyway." That was a lie and they both knew it, but Sam took the offer of sleep while it was on the table.

"Thanks, Dean."

"You're welcome, Sammy."

Sam patted his older brother on the arm as he stood and left the room. Traveling down the corridor he got to his bedroom and was out as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Meanwhile, Dean mouthed the strange name of Jack's mystery girl and chuckled about it to himself. Sitting on the floor in his room as he continued folding the rest of the clean clothes, cleaning out all the weapons and putting everything back in its place. The chore took him two more hours to complete but when it was done, he stretched himself out and laid back on his bed.

"Marty. Now, that's hilarious." Dean snickered to himself as he drifted off to sleep.

~I might hate myself tomorrow.

But I'm on my way tonight.

Let's be lonely together.

A little less lonely together~

Lyrics from: Lonely Together by Jasmine Thompson

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sirimiri-ovo · 3 years

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I think in terms of growth rate, it'd start out really slow, like a few days before anything super noticable, and its only after like a week or three when the whole thing starts to kick in at maximum speed.

Fall asleep with normal teeth, wake up with fucking xenomorph jaws, minus the extra smaller mouth (unless this leviathan curse comes with Eel traits, and in that case, the extra set of jaws would NOT be considered unrealistic whatsoever).

Go home for the weekend with normal legs, wake up wednesday morning with a broken bed and a massive eel-fish-sea-serpent tail AFTER enduring horrible leg cramps (so bad he can't leave the fuckin room without needing a life alert) for three days straight.

Perfect normal vision? Well shoot man guess what, give that curse a couple sleepless nights and bam, ur eyes are now mostly pupil and computer screens give off as much eyestrain as staring point-blank into the fucking sun.

So I'd say he starts to grow about a foot and a half per week after about.... four weeks preparation. Like a prolonged interphase before things go apeshit. Idk I'm not good with math. Never was my strong suit.

So at the end of the year he’d be 78ft atleast plus his already norm height. So he’d be growing 5ft and a few inches, per month. It’d be a pretty large jump in height,and could be a cause for concern.

I do want him to be transferred and tagged so he can live in the ocean when he eventually needs a bigger space due to his growth,but I did plan maybe after he grows for a while and loses contact with the facility cause his sense of time changes due to his size.

And I’m thinking that he eventually reappears to the ocean facility after getting a bad injury. And he actually beaches and ends up drying off turning into a human Mer hybrid. With some rules of course. Like as long as his slime coat is wet he can be human form,if it dries out he has to go back in the water or he’ll die. Also like if he touches water or is too high humidity he’ll grow back into a mer. He also gains a mostly fish and squid diet so eating processed food isn’t super good for him.

Then I was thinking maybe they run tests and find that Levi hadn’t grown in two years and something was causing a stunt in growth. But then later Leviathan seems like he’s getting sick and is producing a large amount of slime coat than normal and when they run tests they find it’s full of growth hormones. So the two years caught up to him very quickly so he goes through a large growth spurt when he doesn’t want to. He also learns to not speak much due to his size and he’s normally alone. So when he does freak out while big they have to try and calm him down cause his voice is too loud for human ears.

My brain has jumbled ideas lmao

#g/t #size difference #giant mermaid #qna time #writing ideas

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moderngirlmp3 · 3 years

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hells yeah :D forest vibing buddies!!

FWHDSUFIKJSDF OK YES !!!! people who are hypocritical over their pet peeves <3

:DDD thank you, i do love perceiving people.

DGHDLSKJF i admire your friend but. yes. why would you not sleep on a mattress is it actually comfortable on the floor ?? "unless it's reggie peters singing about how home is where his horse is." YES. YES. THERE IS ALWAYS THAT EXCEPTION!!!! reggie peters outweighs all lmao.

hmm ok you do have a point there. and if nobody else knows that you don't have to sleep, i guess you do have to pretend to be asleep? at least sometimes. and then other times i'm sure you would be bored. but !!! there is so much to do, and i think having all of the time in the world to do that would be quite intimidating. and then if nobody needs to sleep, then you don't really get any quiet time, do you. everyone's just always Up and About and yeah.... hm.

!!!! i love that, and yes! if it's falling apart that just means it's well loved and well used.

hsdlkgjhdsklfjskldjf don't worry bestie that is a-ok and also. very big mood.

oh my GOD. that lyric is just. painful poetry. sidenote, i think that could be a pretty cool title for a song. but !!! i shall listen to that song right away bestie.

people who can do origami are amazing. i had a phase for a few years where i was OK at origami, but the people who do youtube tutorials?? on another level good lord.

aw thank you but i also hope you know that i sat there for a solid five minutes with the stupidest look on my face like "ah yes. this is my new thinking face." *makes the weirdest face you've ever seen in your life* anyways-

probably google chrome, because it's very versatile (coughs in picrew, ao3, weird searches, and tumblr). safari would be better if i could get private browsing smh. so i'd say either that, or this digital library app that i have. OH !! or discord. *laughs in indecisive*

i don't have a lot of games on my phone, habit bc i really was running low on storage a few years ago sjdlfj. i also mainly use tumblr/ao3/discord. a song lyric stuck in my head rn is "all the runaways are running here today / cowards and the brave" from abandon ship by fin.

i'm not entirely sure what my favorite toy was,, sdhflskdjf sorry. i'd say grocery store, because i don't mind food shopping, and my memory is being Uncooperative so i can't recall anything off the top of my head. i do like camping, at least in theory!! i've never really done Camping camping, but i've done the "sleep in your backyard under the stars" shtick (although not as often as i'd like because there are bears that are extremely people-friendly and like to just. walk up to houses and go through the trash and whatnot.) i'd love to go properly camping sometime tho. probably just vibing, honestly. i don't think i've got anything in particular scheduled, so i'd love to just wake up and stay in bed late, have it rain all day so i can stay inside and listen to music, hopefully do some writing.

do you like camping? strangest/best name you have for one of your playlists? do you get along with little kids well? when you were younger, what was your dream job? favorite fruit? what is an item from your childhood that you really wish you could find? - 🌵

"reggie peters outweighs all lmao." sO TRUE. fading hyperfixation aside reggie peters is the best ever and i adore him so much

sdfjslkfjldjf "thinking face" i love that actually. mood.

ok ok google chrome is good!! also i think there is private browsing on safari? yeah i just checked you can get to it on phone or computer. lmao for me safari is better on my phone and then chrome is better on computer. the private browsing is v e r y important lol. ok yeah discord is... yeah. very good.

wait wait wait i'm obsessed with that lyric??? hang on i gotta listen to that song.

sdjfsldkfj dude dw about it. ahhhh grocery stores,,,, yeah. so true. BEARS ??? BESTIE WHAT ???? also oh my god i have yet to do the camping in backyard thing but ur making me want to... but BEARS ??? WEHJFDSHIOWJDLSKJF ???? ooooh omg rain and writing that is such a vibe!!! i am wishing you all the rain and all the writing motivation and inspiration <33

hmm. i do not like camping. i just don't vibe with all the bugs and all the outside stuff. i'd prefer to just sit inside and read a fic about my favorite characters going camping LMAO.

OOOOH BESTIE I HAVE SO MANY PLAYLISTS HANG ON. ok well the strangest name is "you stupid bitch why him" and it's just songs that are aggressively straight and cliche and make me think of my middle school crush who was kinda a shithead. my best playlist name is probably "good luck lmao" which is just a bunch of sapphic yearning songs that i made for my friend. or "crime time" which is just a bunch of angry sounding songs that mostly sound the same.

uhhh. i think i get along with little kids pretty well for like. the first hour? and then i get tired and im just like. yup. cool. wow. i want to kick you into the sun.

oooh my dream job... i think it was to be a doctor? or an actor? yeah both of those at some point lol

favorite fruit is oranges <33333 don't mind apples tho

oh god... i guess i really wish i could find... hhh my memory is not cooperating. whoa you said that earlier we're twins. soulmates. besties. uhhh. oh!! when i was youngish i made the lego millenium falcon thingy. and then lost it. and i was so sad. sure would like that back at some point. i don't even like star wars lol. oh wait also every single stuffed animal i ever lost track of. i want them all

what's your favorite liminal space? thoughts on uquizzes? do you watch youtube a lot? strangest/best name you have for a playlist? what would you do if you met your clone? thoughts on thunderstorms?

#plu answers #a-mere-chaotic-queer #🌵anon

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viostormcaller · 5 years

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Discord Chat Room Analysis

Yo Seán I'm gonna do an analysis of yesterday's "Discord mayhap" (or, "Discord discord", if you will) if that's alright?

(The following screenshots are not mine, they're just like the only screenshots I've seen going around, and if anyone knows the owner feel free to tell me please and thanks!!)

Firstly, I just wanna say that this is the very first time we've seen all the Egos in one place, interacting. This is HUGE. You'll notice the lack of introductions, questions of "who are you?", which means they all know each other/know of each other. At the very least, they all have interacted before without our knowledge. Hooray for context clues!

Onto the next thing. Jack. As a new server owner with many many users and a lot of potential for things to go wrong, I can only imagine how confused he would be (especially as a person with a glitch being on his tail). And I'm certain he wouldn't interact directly with any of the Egos unless he knew it was completely safe. As you can see, it was not, in fact, safe. That's most likely why instead of talking to the Egos, he was trying to get the mods to shut down the text channel as soon as possible. They weren't supposed to be there, and that is not supposed to happen.

Next, the Egos. Wherever they were transported to, it was someplace where they could not see one another nor could they see their surroundings (hence Chase's panicked "I can't see!"). Even though Chase was the only one who pointed out that he had no visibility, it doesn't mean that the others did. They probably couldn't see, either.

Now, my current theory is the end of Observation is in connection with this: there was some sort of tear in the fabric of reality. Whoever was recording that video, we saw transported before our eyes. It took a few hours, but eventually they ended up in a digital space, the discord server. We know this was Anti's doing, because the title of the chat room said "watching", encoded in a Caesar cipher (Anti is using codes now, we have to watch for that. There are MANY ciphers, believe me) and zalgo-ified, which was the biggest giveaway. I wouldn't be surprised if last year's Stories Untold first episode ending was foreshadowing for being trapped in a digital space (remember Jack/possibly Chase being stuck in the computer after someone opened the door to his recording room?) The question is: are they stuck there now? Or have they since been brought back upon the deletion of the chat room? We have yet to find out, but as of now, this is just a theory (a gA-- nah lemme stop there).

Next, we have Marvin. His first words are "This doesnt seem right". This leads me to believe that, as a magic-user, he's probably encountered some really weird shit and had some strange experiences, but in this situation something feels off for him. Also, as people have pointed out, Marvin is the only Ego with a recent profile picture, one that is not from his appearance video. I am assuming this is because either A) Marvin's first video wasn't truly Marvin, because it was US that made him an Ego, B) the video in which his profile picture is from was actually Marvin recording, hence why he pulled out his mask, or C) both A and B.

Jackie is the one who figures it out.

He probably saw the zalgoed code in the title, decoded it, and upon finding what it said went "Shit this is REALLY bad, I have to warn the others but I can't let Anti catch on that I figured it out". So when Jackie says "Ah fuck, people are watching this. Everybody shut up!", he's not talking about US, he's talking about Anti. Remember, Anti was brought into existence by saying his name. Saying his name in any form is extremely dangerous, and in a digital space where a glitch would have the upper hand, a direct warning against Anti would be way too risky, so he generalizes it hoping the others would get the message. Sadly, amidst the panic and confusion, they didn't.

Then, there's Chase and Schneep. Evidently, these two are close; Schneep gravitated towards Chase almost immediately for some sort of guidance or reassurance: "I dont know what happened here, Chase?". Their friendship must run deep. This was hinted at before: Henrik saved Chase and is his "good friend". Both of which are close with Jack. Seeing them interact like this pretty much confirms it.

Now this is where I laughed. See, Chase's response was immediately, "What do you want from me?" which is Chase's infamous line from Dark Silence. Marvin's immediate response is "Alright, thats enough" as if he knew that Chase was going to say something of that effect and went "Oh god not this shit again". Of course, this got Schneep started, because towards the end both of them began repeating lines from Dark Silence, Stories Untold, and Kill Jacksepticeye, respectively. Even though they were panicking and clearly trying to get in contact with Jack here, you have to admit they're both dorks. They could have said anything else and yet said that. I found that hilarious.

And little Jameson. Bless him, he silent even in digital form. This leads me to believe, however, that he may be mute in canon. If the Egos are not typing and are rather speaking in a digital space and their words appear as text in the server because of the coding, then it would make sense for Jameson's only "words" to be an ellipse.

This entire situation told me quite a bit about the Egos' interactions with each other. With Marvin and Jackie, as the two oldest Egos, they seem to be the "heads of the household", so to speak. They're like the two older brothers babysitting all the younger ones. They both hold a sense of authority (which was a surprise on Marvin's end for me, admittedly). Whether the others will actually listen is a whole nother story. Chase and Schneep are close and they gravitate towards one another. Jameson, being the newest, understandably looks like he feels out of place (communication barrier, perhaps?).

One thing is certain, though, is that Anti is their common enemy. He brought them all there against their will (kind of as if he gathered up all their strings and pulled). And Jack, according to Chase, is still comatose. So maybe Jack's consciousness is trapped in a digital space, which is why they were able to talk to him (even if Jack didn't respond), and why Marvin and Jameson were able to send him messages through videos (like in Try To Fall Asleep)?

In any case, I feel like the next episodes of Observation will give us more answers as to where the story is heading, just as Stories Untold did. Whatever happens in Observation will most likely hugely relate to this plot, so that's important to keep in mind.

#long post #theory #discord analysis #jacksepticeye #antisepticeye #chase brody #dr. schneeplestein #jackieboy man #marvin the magnificent #jameson jackson #vio stormcaller #stories untold #kill jacksepticeye #dark silence #observation #try to fall asleep #mayhem part 2: electric boogaloo

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whimsically-ominously-auspice · 4 years

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He makes me livid! I get so mad!!! I don't understand him at all. He makes me go UGH but in bad ways.

I went off on him first before I realised what his problem was... Like total accusations and misfit drama. All paranoid loca. I don't give a shit.

I draw conclusions and those were the most obvious.

But when you know someone... You have to remember their stupidity. One time he confessed... And I already had decided to break up with him... I was all I'm waiting till his dad dies then I'm done. He's a good friend when he tries but he doesn't make me,a priority. And so I hadn't told him. I just tired of him,upsetting me so I had to remove me.

So he said he wouldn't do anything for his pain,then, he would take 2x his Percocet with 5 shots of tequila then treat me like shit.

I really hadnt noticed. I was all "oh he's just in his mood where he's decided I'm not important to him"

And true enough when he told me his dad died I walked away from our relationship.

But honestly ... Years later... I missed him.. Because he treated me best. Because I say I walked

I mean I left, completely.

But despite his faults he's always treated me best. I mean person to person. He didn't give me what I wanted from,the relationship. But as a low key friend, he understood me the most

He understood i was scared to go to sleep and he would stay on the phone and help,me,sleep so I could. No one else can do that. My daughter, if she was sleeping with me. I could listen to her breathe and I could fall asleep that way. Because it would calm my r breathing if she was sleeping that calm sleep,breath

But he knew all what to say. And I never had to tell him or even tell him I was afraid to sleep or even admit it to myself.

I hope this helps some of y'all that are anti medicine as well.

I don't like hospitals or doctors (I like my personal doctors But aside from them) in general. I'm afraid of them. They make me hostile. I feel like theyre some dangerous S&M dungeon

Go and wait for hours to get bad news then they don't give you what you need because you're so fucking exhausted they don't understand. Or don't care or are the ones that like to kill patients.

So I like my doctors although I have to wait for hours to see them past my appointment time, they take extra time to see me and cover what I think I need. Their quality is worth the wait. I have 3. Primary, Pain and Urgent Care. And I use the computer urgent care where I leave an online message after finishing a long ass quizz through the insurance website.

And whatever pills they give me, I Google to make sure they were right. They always are. Im also interested in what else the pills cover. Like i take 2 different anti seizure pills for pain and one also for insulin sensitivity increase and metabolic increase. And i take an antidepressant that also covers fibromyalgia.

I have 13 prescriptions. Monthly. Some I have to take more than once per day. Plus i take vitamins.

Then I Google the pharmacy pills to make sure the pharmacy was right.

So.

I get it. Sometimes I don't want to take 13 prescriptions more than once per day or even at all.

But we need to know what we are taking and why.

And why it is important.

And we need to take our medicine. So we can survive

I think this information is especially important during this epidemic.

Now realize that antibiotics are not useful on viruses unless the virus causes a bacterial infection. Like.

A cold is a virus but in some people like myself and used to in my daughter, causes a severe sinus infection which requires antibiotics.

I know the point at which we need antibiotics and so i go to my urgent care lady because she understands and we just do a walk in. And i don't overwhelm my doctor who is taking time to give quality care and has long waiting patients.

But otherwise a virus does not respond to antibiotics. And anti-virus medications are quite rare.

Flu shot... But not a cold shot..

So we take over the counter medicine for our symptoms. Like coughing and runny nose

Sinus pressure in the eyes, nose, teeth. Jaw.

If you have a tooth ache you can take sinus medicine. Because the worst tooth pain is actually in your sinus cavity! That's a secret trick. Works every time.

So basically anytime you have facial pain that doesn't respond to Tylenol or ibuprofen or alieve, you can take sinus medicine. Also ear pain.

Google sinus cavities in the face and you'll see why.

Now an ear and sinus infection is a bacteria, usually but usually our bodies can fight it Well without an anti biotic. As long as it is treated with over the counter medicine. But sometimes, like with myself and my daughter, sometimes an antibiotic is needed..but that is after at least a week to 10 days of serious green overflow that doesn't respond to over the counter medicine.

Sometimes the bacteria is lab revealed by terrorists during the "flu and cold season" to create an income for pharmaceutical companies. For my daughter and i, they're usually too strong for our immune system.

Although since my ex husband left town, my daughter's immune system has significantly became stronger. While mine has not. So she needs less antibiotics, than I do.

Otherwise, my body can fight it on its own with a few doses of otc.

I had a tooth pulled a few years ago.. It created a pathway to my sinuses. I could rinse water in my mouth and it would come out my nose. I saw an ear, nose and throat specialist whom said i needed surgery immediately to repair my nose.

I said no thank you mother fucker

I had to have clearance from my cardiologist. So i took a stress test and failed. So i had to have an ultra sound. It wasn't good. But they said I could have the surgery since it was simple.

I said that's cool, but I don't want to.

I haven't done it. So I get sinus infection and pain quite often. My bone structure in my nose is center in my right nostril. Meaning it's really fucking bad

From being punched in the face a lot. The surgery sounds fucking horrible. And it's a cosmetic change.

I'm all nope. I'm a single mom. She don't take good care of me. I'll drown in the blood sliding down the back of my throat.

The tooth removal was so bad... It was horrible. There was blood every where for days... I can only imagine the nose surgery would be the same

I also hate the smell of blood. So I'm like no. It sounds like the most miserable thing.

If I had someone to take care of me and baby me like a little blood soaked lamb in need of care... That's s different story.. But I don't have anyone that would take care of me

After my tooth... I was throwing up the blood and my kid just stood there and stared,. Which I wanted to hide it from her I was sick... But I was in the kitchen and began violently puking in the trash can... Scared her to death

"Mom I'm scared"

"I am, too. This has never happened before"

So yeah fuck that nose. I got one crooked fucking nose. And it makes me sick.

She wants me to have surgery so I'll quit snoring.

Well.

Ear plugs are at the Dollar Tree, babe.

So y'all take your pills that you need

Some one cares about you

And they don't want to slap your face off. But you'll drive them to it. And a crooked nose isnt all its cracked up to Be. It pretty much sucks.

I can't even blow it Like a normal person....

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warmau · 6 years

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I'm so impressed with how quickly you make posts, you're amazing

thank you!! ive been thinking about sci-fi concepts so here’s some mini aus for nct u!! because i miss ‘em ;;note: the ideas here are my original creation, but if you would like to use them feel free to do so with proper credit

Taeyong

a bio-hacker, mainly interested in uncovering governmental projects about the rumor of genetically modified human

never leave his house,,,,,,,,like ever

trusts only one person, a disgruntled civil servant by the name of doyoung who sometimes leaks him info but is also responsible for keeping taeyong alive,,,,,,,

he has a paranoia about eating anything that isn’t,,,,,like,,,,organically grown because he’s sure gmo food brainwashes you

doyoung: it’s just an apple taeyong

taeyong: an apple,,,,that could kill you

doyoung: you need to go outside

and,,,,,well taeyong’s hacking all leads up to the faithful day of doyoung hurriedly pushing open his door - ignoring taeyong whose eyes are wide with concern

as he lays you down on the sheets of taeyong’s untouched bed (he spends most of his days crouched in front of his laptop - sleeps there too)

“who is this??? why are they here???”

taeyong begins, doyoung hushes him - then points to the barcode on your neck

“they escaped from a lab, i found them wandering in the parking lot and got to them before the guards could.”

taeyong’s anxiety flushes from his face, now it’s excitement - curiosity as he looms over you,,,,,looking closely at the barcode

he mumbles the number, runs back to his computer to see if it matches anything in his notes

“god, i don’t know if they’re ok,,,,,they just fell asleep while i was getting them back here - what are they,,,,,,”

“they’re a human test subject.”

taeyong answers, looking at his bright screen that makes doyoung’s eyes water

“i cross checked the number with what access i have to a couple database and see - “

he taps the portrait of you on the screen, the number written in the profile beside it

“human test subject, scheduled for injections on thursday,,,,,goal is to create a body immune to exposure -”

doyoung’s jaw drops, “holy hell are they trying to turn a human cold blooded?”

taeyong gets up, comes closer to you - still out of it and he apologizes to what seems like the dense air in his small apartment and then touches your skin

“cold.”

doyoung has to leave, being away from work for too long is suspicious and taeyong is left with you

he keeps a distance, but goes to work on opening encrypted files around your case

finally, you come to - sitting up slowly to see that you’re not in your lab - you’re in a dark, small room

a boy, with combed back green hair sits in the corner beside a flashing screen, when he turns to you his handsome, but deeply dark eyes settle on you

“should i call you by your name or by your number?”

is his first questions and you blink,,,,for a moment you silently stare back at him

“number, don’t remember,,,,,,,,,,my name”

tayong feels something surge inside his chest - something he hasn’t felt in a long time,,,,,,an anger,,,,,but not the usual anger,,,,an anger with an almost protective tone underlining it

because for the first time he’s not speculating, snooping through things on the internet

his proof is right in front of him - your tattered grey hospital gown, your barcode, your voice that shakes in instinctive fear

he feels it almost slip from his lips, the number on your skin, but he only pulls up your profile again and shows it t oyou

says your name,,,,waits for you to repeat it

“remember it, ill make sure you never get called by a number again.”

Taeil [tw: body mod]

an aloof professor of alien languages, he never shows his face and wears a mask that always covers his nose and mouth

when he teaches, he has a microphone in the mask which allows him to not take it off

everyone loooooooves making rumors up about what he’s hiding - most people think it’s a mutation or some kind of battle scar

but taeil never let’s anyone near enough to know

and when people, even other professors, ask him about it he just laughs into the microphone and goes “you know, i don’t know. but what i do know is it’s super hard to drink coffee like this.”

his office is so messy,,,,and he has all these weird trinkets from alien planets and photos of him in worlds that look nothing like yours

and you,,,,,,have a total crush on him

but as the university’s nurse you barely ever see him - unless he drops by for pain killers or has to come by to sign a student’s late note

but there is something so!!!! fascinating about him, because despite only seeing his eyes

which always seem sleepy and non-alert,,,,,,,he’s so freaking smart

he speaks so many languages, communicating with alien students and administration - he knows heaps about the history of other planets and has stories from the far end of the galaxy every which way

when you see him, you clutch your notepad to your chest - hearts probably floating above your head

everyone knows about your crush

everyone, but taeil

who one afternoon comes strolling into the nurses office

you’re the only one on duty and seeing his lean figure, a long jacket thrown over his shoulders making him look more like a scientist than an alien linguist

he walks right up to the bed and you’re about to ask if something is wrong, when he lets out a loud loud cough

and falls face first onto the bed

you run over, asking in shock if he’s ok - if he can respond

turning his head slowly, taeil’s eyes look at you - empty

and then he pulls at his mask, slipping it off his face to reveal his nose and mouth

perfectly human,,,,perfectly handsome

and then he opens his mouth and his tongue - well,,,,tongues,,,,two of them are obviously infected with something

you run over to your cupboard, searching for anything that you’ve used for those kind of infections before finding what you need

taeil sits up, watching your frantic search

and when you return, pills in your hand and water in another

taeil smiles slightly, takes them and then reaches to feel around for his mask

before he puts it on, he stops and sees you still looking at him

“professor moon, maybe you should cancel your classes? infected tongue,,,,tongues make it hard to speak,,,”

he blinks, lazy smile back on his face

“you’re right,,,,,,,,,,,,,are you not scared of it?”

“y-your ,,, tongues?”

he nods, slipping his mask on and you shake your head

“no, not at all. is that why you h,,,hide them?”

taeil shrugs, standing up as your eyes stay glued to his

he reaches out, ruffling your hair as if you’re not an adult too and then he turns to float out of the room

a couple of days later you find a note in the office, in the characteristic mindless scribble of taeil’s writing

“if you would like, i would love to take you out. ill even take off the mask. (i can’t kiss with it on afterall)”

Mark

a really cute and excited vet apprentice,,,,,,,,,,,,for dinosaurs !!!!!

favorite kinda dino??? brachiosaurus - chill, big, eats like 500 pounds of grass all day - mark always jokes that they’re living THE life

“you wanna eat 500 pounds of grass all day?”

mark: no. i wanna eat 500 pounds of ice cream though

he works under xiumin, whose the only dino-veterinarian in their country and who honestly,,,,,,mark idolizes

like most people are frightened to death of dinosaurs if for their huge size or menacing appearance, but xiumin treats them like big puppies

petting their noses and giving them nicknames, mark thinks it’s so cool how easily he gets along with arguably,,,,,,,,,the only species of animal capable of putting an end to humans LOL

mark’s picked up xiumin’s mannerism though, he has a special cute bond with a baby brachiosaurus who he calls “palm” (because he loves eating palm leaves the most,,,,,,,)

all of his friends don’t get how he does his job - he’s like an ant to a dinosaur it could cruSH him

mark actively petting an animal that’s like a hundred times his size “they’re,,,,,,,,,,,cute”

you’re also an intern, but to a researcher who has been studying dinosaur breeding

so you’re always around xiumin and mark,,,,,and when xiumin and your mentor get into conversations - they go on for a while

so you and mark also talk,,,,,,a lot of the time about how hard work is but how fun it is too

mark has told you so many dinosaur facts you can’t keep track and you show him photos you’ve taken of other ones that you and your researcher have come across

and although you work closely around dinosaurs,,,,,you’ve never touched one

which shocks mark when you tell him because he’s like !!! you gotta try it - their skin is so unique and feels really cool

and when your mentors are least looking, he sneaks you away and toward the pen where “palm” is

his mother is grazing nearby, she’s used to mark so she makes no alerted movements when he approaches

palm on the other hand rushes over on his big, stumbly legs and you’re like “he-he’s a baby?!?!?!”

because palm is probably over 25 feet

“he’s still pretty young, check it out!!” mark grins, reaching out as palm leans his long long neck down - till it’s nearly at his feet and just in reach of mark to pet his nose

“c’mon, try it~” you urges

and you don’t realize you’re shaking till your taking a step forward and your arm is out

and you touch the nose of the gigantic creature, only to jump back behind mark because it’s just - it’s just so massive,,,how isn’t he scared?!?!?

mark laughs, but it gets stuck in his throat when he sees xiumin standing in the corner - tapping his foot with an amused look

your mentor is there too,,,,,and you and mark freeze up like preschoolers caught red handed from stealing cookies at lunch

“now what do we have here?”

xiumin asks, but there’s playfulness in his tone - your mentor on the other hand is wagging you over with a finger

“you can’t fool around when we’re here to do research-”

he starts, but xiumin gives him a good clap on the back “let the kids go on a date, everyone knows you bring your crush to see dinosaurs!”

you and mark both redden at the mention of the word date, but neither of you quite makes a noise to protest the idea

a couple of minutes after xiumin distracts your mentor with more conversation, you and mark stand in front of each other avoiding eye contact

“i,,,,,,,are you coming back soon?”

he asks, running his hand over the back of his neck, hiding behind the hem of his safari hat - which,,,,,,,,you think is adorable,,,,,,,even though mark’s like it’s part of the uniform here,,,,

you nod, but also hesitate before asking “we,,,,,if you want,,,,,,,should go on a d-,,,,date?” you pose it as a question and mark look bright cherry red but agrees quickly

“i’d like that!”

before you can say anything, palm makes a noise - almost as if to grab your attention away from each other and you and mark both giggle,,,,,,

but you leave with your mentor, smiling at the number on the page in your notebook signed mark lee ,,, a mini scribble of a dinosaur with a heart around it too

Ten

the prince of a small star planet where the species is closely related to humans in appearance

minus the silver markings on their face which they are born with (different for the royals - ten’s markings are gold)

and the ability to communicate through touch rather than words

so the whole planet,,,,,is pretty quiet

ten ,,,,,,, absolutely hates it - this whole lack of sound, of loud and colorful voices,,,,,,,,, whenever he has the chance he talks with locals and other royals

much to the surprise of others, who reach out on instinct to link hands to transmite words

but ten dances around them, his smile big and wide as he asks them how they’re doing outloud

and all the replies are hushed, whispered because no one is used to talking anymore

you’re visiting the star planet on a student visa,,,,mostly to just take in the beautiful sites

and talking,,,through touch has been pretty odd for you - fascinating - but odd,,,,

and you’re on a tour of the royal palace - completely unaware of the fact that the prince is there too

ten’s just managed to get out of some boring, routine meeting and that’s when he hears it - a voice

you accidentally mumble something to yourself about forgetting your hotel key

and ten - seeing you, alone in the grand ballroom, no markings on your face realizes quiclky that you’re human

and he’s before you in a matter of seconds, shocking you and making you take a step back

as he pulls his arm out to shake yours and smile

his dark eyes bore into yours as he introduces himself through touch, but just from the gold accents on his cheekbones and nose you can tell he’s,,,,royal

“i- i - uh-” you start stuttering, clasping your hand over your mouth because right no talking

but ten let’s your hand go and beams, “please, go on. i love to speak outloud.”

you blink back even more shock, “oh,,,,i just - most others usually prefer talking through touch-”

ten waves a hand in front of him, the robe he’s wearing looks expensive and a bit large on him

“im different, i miss sound, i miss voices, i always love a chance to talk with someone verbally.”

nodding, although you’re not sure why you tell him you’re a student from earth

the two of you continue to stroll around the ballroom, ten’s voice is clear and positive the whole time

and when you show him that your phone can actually play music outloud without headphones or the need to touch it to hear the sound

ten nearly jumps up in joy, saying that he must get a phone like that shipped over from earth

it’s enjoyable,,,ten - unlike other royals on star planets who are secretive and traditional,,,,, seems so open - if not for his markings he could fit in on any human college campus

he also makes you blush,,,,when he asks if all humans are cute like you, in apperance and in voice

after a while, a figure appears in the ballroom - it signals silently to ten who frowns at it

“i must go, my parents are looking for me.” he says and the figure raises an eyebrow at the sound of his voice

you nod, thanking him for taking the time to talk to you

you bow,,,,thinking it’s the only thing to do in a situation with a prince but ten asks you to lift your head

and with a cheerful smile goes “tomorrow, are you free? id like to take you out to see the gardens of our palace. i can send someone to pick you up at your hotel it’ll be a,,,,”

he leans forward, fingers cascading over your wrist

the word transmitted through his touch is; date

Jaehyun

a pretty normal athlete, with average grades and good friends

until one night he wakes up, sweating, feeling woozy after taking a pill that his coach said would help him feel “more energized” for the game,,,,,,

at first, he thinks it’s just a side effect of the pill - but then,,,,in the morning at the track meet he’s in,,,,jaehyun runs at a speed he’s never run before

and when he looks over at the runner beside him, and thinks “trip”, it happens

a struck of coincidence, jaehyun is sure

until,,,,,he does it to every other runner and it happens - they all trip

he’s given his medal, everyone cheers for him but jaehyun feels odd,,,,,,

he locks eyes with his coach and thinks, “say you’re proud of me”, and the couch grins

“im proud of you, jaehyun.”

it takes a week or two of tests, small tests and jaehyun realizes that pill gave him the power to control people - to control their actions - to make them do things

and when you, his long time best friend and crush, come jogging toward him on the quad

jaehyun thinks no - you can’t do anything to them. they trust you. don’t control them

but it’s so hard,,,,when he’s looking at you, the person who he finds most beautiful in the world

and he could just think, “kiss me” and you would - you would

but he forces himself to stop

of course, he can’t hide it for too long. there’s a moment where you and jaehyun are studying and you’re so close your knees are touching and jaehyun sees a classmate of yours approaching

the same classmate whose been in love with you for weeks, and jaehyun can sense it - he’s here to pull you away and ask you out

and jaehyun feels horrible, but silently thinks “forget about it. turn around and go away.”

and the boy does,,,,,,,,you don’t even see him - to absorbed in your notes and jaehyun feels a faint smirk come on, but the guilt washes it away

he decides he needs to tell you - to control himself

so you come over and he closes the door and sighs “im going to do something, it’s going to be crazy - but it’s going to explain a lot.”

you watch him, concerned

“walk toward me.” he says and you do, but jaehyun flashes the word stop in his mind and it’s like your limbs are frozen in place

“wh-what’s going on?!?” you panic and jaehyun releases the thought

“i controlled you. i made you stop.”

jaehyun thinks you might storm out, lash out, but you do none of those things instead your first question is

“have you done it to me before, or was this the first time?”

“the first time.”

you sit down and jaehyun isn’t sure what you’re thinking, he can control your mind but he can’t read your thoughts

you ask him more, about when it started and how and jaehyun feels so relieved that he can share it with someone - with you

and you trust him, evident in the way you put your hand on his without him willing it

and then, when it’s just silent you lean over and press your forehead to his

“hey, think of it as a super power. you can mind control people from falling over banana peels or something.”

he laughs, but he’s happy to feel you close

“ill be here for you. you know i will, ill be here for you always.”

and you press your lips against his, unsure at first, but then with a bit of force

jaehyun is startled, but kisses back

it’s your first kiss, and jaehyun’s power has nothing to do with it. it was your decision.

“just promise you won’t use it on me.” you whisper, “i want all of this o be natural.”

jaehyun promises, and he means it, and he’s so happy he forgets he has the power when you crawl into his lap and kiss him again

Doyoung

as mentioned, doyoung is a civil servant in the government

technically he’s got a ‘clerical’ position, paperwork and scheduling but he is also a part of a secret faction in the government dedicated to keeping files on government experiments and classified personal

that’s how he’s able to leak information to taeyong

other than being rather snappy and strict to people who work with him,,,,doyoung is rather funny, in a sarcastic and dry way that gets him favor with higher-ups

he’s never been one to show his true personality around those he works with because he,,,,hates the government

you could call him a spy,,,a mole,,,whatever - but he’s only in cahoots with taeyong, hoping that finally they can bring to light the disgusting things the people in power are up to

but, on surface level to those his colleagues, he’s the same sweater-vest wearing, tea-without-sugar drinking, handsome in a distant way doyoung

is there an affectionate side to him? a need to be close? yes, but it’s hidden under the cover he’s made for himself

that is until,,,you’re hired as his helper

you’re insanely distracting to doyoung, which annoys him at first because he doesn’t understand why he keeps looking at you - needing to know what you’re up to

maybe it’s because,,,,he’s worried you’ll find out about his secret position, see him slip a file into his bag or whatever

but no,,,,,that isn’t it,,,,,,you trust him wholeheartedly - he can see that in the way your eyes gleam pure up at him

no, it’s something else

“you think they’re cute right? the whole office does.”

someone says at lunch and doyoung feels a shiver run down his spine,,,,,,that’s it - he’s distracted because you’re - ,,,,,, cute?

it’s a theory, that proves to be true because suddenly doyoung is hyper aware of how sweet johnny from IT is to you. how interns haechan and renjun are always helping you carry stacks of paper - or whispering jokes to you during break

he’s also aware of how long it’s been since,,,,he’s liked someone. all of it made worse by how much you seem to look up to him, adore him,,,,

one afternoon doyoung is sent to retrieve a package from the classified files room. when he comes upstairs carrying the box his face is twisted

the box belongs to a case on botched laser testing - most of the victims, young undocumented children

he’s thinking to himself a mile a minute about how cruel the government is, how he should share this with taeyong when he can

when he hears your voice

“what is that? should i help you carry it?”

doyoung’s eyes turn wide, he looks up and you’re at the end of the hall

“oh, no. it’s nothing.” his voice falters and he’s worried you’ll see through him - see the beads of sweat on his forehead

but,,,,as usual,,,,you don’t - you smile at him and it makes doyoung feel like his heart is being ripped

“mr. kim,,,” you never call him doyoung, no one but taeyong and the higher ups do, but he sort of wishes you would

“the government is looking out for us, right? they don’t,,,,,,hurt others to do it,,,,right?”

you look at him and doyoung can hear concern ring in your voice

he strains a smile,,,,he wants to tell you the truth because,,,,he cares about you wants to initate you into his world - have a chance to be with you

but he doesn’t want to hurt you

“of course they don’t.”

he pauses, clears his throat

“from now on, please call me doyoung.”

your face brightens and you nod with a blush on your cheeks, doyoung wishes he could save the image of you in his memory forever

what you don’t know,,,,won’t hurt you

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It's 12:25 am and I tried to go to sleep but it didn't work so i'm getting really hot in my bed and i'm gonna type about a bunch of stuff

I think if im trying to go to sleep then its probable The Worst Time to be typing out thoughts and rants on my phone but idc

You know that icky fuzzy stuff that gets on your teeth if you don’t brush them? Well i forgot to brush my teeth before going to bed and it’s too late to go out of my room again because there’s a baby sleeping in my house and if i wake up the baby i’ll end up waking up everyone. So i can’t go next door of my room to brush my teeth and i know the fuzzy stuff will irritate me, not to mention guilt me for not brushing my teeth, unless i get it off. So I picked it off with my fingernails. Ended up drooling on my pillow. Small price to pay I guess. I did still feel kinda bad about not ~genuinely~ brushing them, but then I thought. Hey, they didn’t have toothpaste in the caveman days, and cavemen still had teeth, right? So it won’t kill me if I don’t brush my teeth for a couple days. It’s kinda bad, but not life-ruining.

I’m a really picky eater and all my tastes tend to favor things that are more sweet or just less healthy, as most people’s do. I do genuinely want to be healthy, but it’s kind of hard changing that when you’re not the one buying the groceries, and my mom’s idea of healthy dinner is my idea of ew. So as I was trying to sleep just now, I started thinking about how I want to eat healthy, and so to prove a point to myself, and maybe my parents if it ever comes to that, I started compiling a list of healthy foods I like. Fruits, veggies, more healthful versions of regular foods I eat, etc.

While we’re on the topic of health, exercise for me is a different story. Whereas I do actually have healthy foods I like, there are very few exercises I enjoy. I bet I could count them on one hand. I like walking, swimming, rollerskating…. and that’s about it. …Y'know, come to think of it, I’d do those a lot more—by choice, even—if I had roller skates and a pool at home. (This sentence clearly indicates that I don’t.) Maybe I’ll ask for roller skates for my birthday. Maybe I’ll have my party at the roller rink. My cousin did that once: had his birthday at the roller rink and then got skates as a present. My sister used to like roller skating just around the house. She did it while she read books for school. It was interesting. I hope she looked up so she didmt run into things.

I’m listening to music instead of YouTube right now. My phone charger is downstairs, so I have lowbattery mode on even though its at 86%. Trying to make it last through the night because i dont have a second charger upstairs. Well i do but it’s old and hasn’t worked for years. I don’t know why I haven’t just thrown it away yet. I should do that...

It's really hot in my bed and I’m starting to sweat but I’m not gonna take the covers off because they’re blocking my view of the smoke detector’s light in the corner of my ceiling and I’m scared of smoke detectors (and the sound they make, and fire, and…)

I’ve always been scared of death. I don’t know what will happen after i die. Where will I go? What will I have to do or have done to me? I didn’t used to be so unsure of what I believed in. But when I was little I was still scared of being sent to hell. I wasn’t sure if I was meeting the requirements necessary to go to heaven. Now that I’m older I realize I don’t HAVE to believe what I was taught as a child. But I don’t know what I DO believe, and so for all I know once I die I’ll just float around, alone, endlessly, in the darkest depths of the universe… infinitely. Doesn’t sound fun.

I don’t want to be thinking about that at 12:51 AM, but here I am.

I should really go to sleep… but I can’t… and now I’m all hot and my arms are sore from holding up my phone and my mind is awake from using my phone…. I really should have thought this through.

I always wanted to try packing a backpack for a day or two and basically run away from home but it wouldn’t be running away from home because running away from home implies you needed/wanted to get away from your home situation, but that’s not what I mean. I just … the challenge of trying to fit clothes and water and money and other essential stuff into a backpack and then trying to survive on your own for a bit just appeals to me. Though I suppose those who have had to do it, as a necessity rather than a challenge for fun, would beg to differ.

I’m hungry.

Why did I let myself stay up so late? I really need to break this tendency to stay up this late, before it becomes irreversible.

In theory I really like being up late. It’s quiet and peaceful and you can pretty much do whatever. But in practice, the darkness and the silence creep me the heck out and the later it gets, the more guilty i feel for not going to sleep.

Coincidentally it just became 1 AM.

So I’ve been playing loads of Tetris lately, and I know the “tetra” in “Tetrimino” means four. Like how tetriminos are made of four squares. But what about the “mino”? Is it like, amino? Like amino acids? Tetrimino acids? I wonder

If I were to visit another country, I’d want it o be an English-speaking country, because while I’d like to learn new languages, I worry that upon going there, where people speak that language instead of English, I’d need a word for something and not know what it is or how to say it. You could tell me after a few years of studying that I was fluent enough to get around well enough and make small talk, but even just simple chatting can get complex.

The differences in American English and British English are interesting. There are different words for things sometimes. Like what an American would call pants, a British person would call trousers, etc. I’m sorta fascinated by British accents but if I tried to fool people and do one I’d probably use an American word and they’d figure me out

I don’t have any particular reason to want to do things like run away from home for a day or pretend I have a British accent. If I were to do them—not saying I will—my only reason would be “to see if I could”.

My art ability comes in two modes: Pretty Good and Meh. The usual setting is Meh: My sketches are OKAY, but not fantastic, and usually stay as sketches because I lack the control, patience, etc to do anything impressive with pens or markers. Then, very very rarely, the switch flips to Pretty Good. Now I am very able to use things like micron pens amd make interesting outlines with them, my sketches are spot-heckin-on, and I can use my markers quite effectively. However, this rush of artistic skill only lasts about one to two drawings. An example of a drawing made while that was happening is my gemsona Grape Agate, whose post people are still occasionally reblogging for some reason. I’m not sure why this weird inconsistency in my art skills happens. People will probably just say, it’s all in your head, you’re not trying, etc, but I don’t think it’s in my control. Though I’m sure some adjustments to my mindset couldn’t hurt in the moment while I’m getting ready to draw.

I’m going to keep typing about things until I get too tired to keep going.

There’s this thing called Pearlmethyst Week coming up and I want to participate by drawing something for each day of the week. The issue with that is, I want to draw using my mom’s display tablet that she has for her computer. She seems hesitant to let us kids use it during the day, so we’ve taken to using it when she’s not home or when she’s asleep. I’ve already finished and scheduled three Pearlmethyst Week drawings, but time’s running out to finish the other four and we’re going on vacation over the weekend meaning I won’t have access to the drawing tablet. I’m going to work on sketching them as much as possible until the weekend, but if I don’t get them all finished before we have to go, then I’m considering bringing my copics and microns on the trip and drawing them traditionally in my spare time.

I'm starting to zone out and not want to move my fingers. Maybe im finally falling asleep. However i am still not too lazy to correct my typos so maybe im not.

........Okay, it's now 7:47 AM and i have slept!!!!!!!! So now i'm gonna post this... cause I did want to. If you wanna chat about any of my weird thoughts, shoot me a message~

#melancholy starlight trying to go to sleep

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Chapter Five

Jules had the bass lifted over his face, searching for the scratch, when Mason turned on his camera. He froze for a second, wondering why the voice was so familiar, and then looked over to see Mason Hill staring at him fondly, smiling. He yelped when his bass hit his face, lifting his arms in a useless attempt to stop it after it happened.

He stayed still for a second, cursing himself for being such an idiot. He just embarrassed himself in front of Mason Hill. He had been embarrassing himself in front of Mason Hill. He looked from between his fingers, eyes wide, then blinked a few times and laughed incredulously. "What the— what the fuck!" he exclaimed, then winced. "Okay. No yelling. Bass to the face and a hangover plus yelling equals pain. But what the fuck— You're Mas—- Wait, you're Not-Elías?"

Mason watched, amused as Jules yelled and stammered. He couldn't help but snort as the bass fell, even though he winced a bit. "Fuck, are you okay?"

And now he was anxious. He nodded. "I'm Mason. Not-Elías. It's— It's been me."

Jules nodded when he asked if he was okay, still smiling wide and laughing slightly. He felt himself shaking. "I— Holy fuck, Mason Hill is my fucking crush? And— holy fuck, does that mean—"

"Yes. I like you right back. A lot. Breathe, Jules," Mason chuckled, taking a deep breath himself. "Look, yeah, I'm Mason, but just— I'm Elias— Not-Elias, whatever. Same person. You've been talking to me for a while. It's just me. But also me, Mason, who's awesome," he grinned. "Now you have all sides."

Jules took a deep breath with him and laughed a little again. "Holy shit. I've been talking with Mason Hill." He paused. "Is it weird that I just thought about how jealous Not-Elías would be? That's you. You can't be jealous of yourself. Well, you're Mason Hill, I guess you can. And I am totally rambling right now, oops." He laughed again softly, laying back again.

Mason put his chin in his palm, amused. "I can't argue that. Jules, you've been rambling since I met you two months ago."

Jules grinned, staring at the ceiling. He looked back again after a second, making sure it was still Mason. Then he gasped. "I fucking roasted you the first day I met you. Okay. Okay, that happened. Sorry about that. God, and I've been doing it ever since. Uh— I'm sorry about what I said about your eyes. I— I don't actually think they're bad. At all. In fact, I'm— Uh— kinda nervous looking at them right now." He blushed, turning away again, still smiling. He was quiet for a second again.

Mason shrugged. "You're cute. I'm roasted on the daily by the guys and Starlight, it's nothing new. Feel free."

"What— What does this mean?"

He watched Jules blush, grinning wide. "Well, not much new, I think? You, uh, you said something about not wanting to date me unless we met?" he raised an eyebrow. "And we have, but you didn't know, so I guess it doesn't count. I want to meet you."

Jules blushed a little more at his last words. "I want to meet you," he said softly, turning to look at him. He fought a goofy grin. "This is... surreal. Definitely explains the way you watched me through the concert. I tried to trick myself out of thinking you were looking at me but I guess it's true." The grin won out. "And you didn't even argue me saying you wanted to fuck me."

"Couldn't help it," Mason blushed a bit, although it wasn't visible on his dark skin. "Why would I argue it?" he winked.

Jules laughed a little, suddenly very aware of what he was wearing and what he had been wearing all night. His breast was even half hanging out of his tank top right now. He glanced at Mason, just in time to see the wink, then laughed once, softly, kind of nervous. "I— uh, gimme a second."

He sat up and got up, changing his clothes.

"Oh, no, are you putting on clothes?" Mason whined playfully. "I was having such a good time."

God, he was happy. Finally talking to Jules, and Jules finally knew who he was. Jules was a little uh, shocked? Starstruck? But it was going a lot smoother than he'd worried about. It felt good. As he waited, he looked around what he could see in Jules' room, smirking when he noticed some posters and pictures. "Are those Nosam posters? Aw, are those pictures of me?"

Jules put on a bra and a T-shirt and some boxers over his underwear, trying to cope with it in his head. This was Mason Hill. He was talking to Mason Hill. He was flirting with Mason Hill. He leaned against the wall and sighed. God, it was weird. But for some reason it felt right. He groaned softly. This was such a weird situation.

Jules rolled his eyes at Mason. "Yes, I did put on clothes." He sat down again, picking up the computer and rolling the chair back to the desk. "And yes, they are. I kiss them every night before I go to bed," he teased, grinning.

Mason smirked, "Oh, wow, I'm flattered."

Jules set the computer down, then held up a finger. "Thirsty. And I need to put the alcohol away. I'll be right back."

Mason nodded seriously as Jules got up. "Hydration is important."

Jules went straight for the kitchen, breathing a little heavy. Whoa. Mason Hill. Hangover headache. God, fuck, did he need coffee.

"Morning, baby bro," Rosa said, ruffling his hair when she came up behind him as he poured himself coffee.

Jules set the mug back down and lifted a hand up to cover Rosa's mouth, patting lightly. "Shh, no speaky."

Jules came back a minute later with a glass of water and a mug of coffee. He set both down on the desk, then looked at his room. It was a mess. "I... God, I really should clean my room. I haven't in a while and it's so small and there are so many clothes," he laughed softly, staring at the mess on the floor. He couldn't actually look at the computer. He was still freaking out a little. "And I don't remember how long it's been since I vacuumed. It's such a mess, holy fuck, I'm so dirty."

Mason bit his lip as Jules rambled and looked everywhere but his way. "Jules. I don't remember the last time I saw a vacuum. Your room looks like paradise compared to this tour bus," he smiled, speaking softly, "Come sit with me. I know it's probably a lot to process."

Jules looked up at Mason for a second, then at the chair. He'd been caught. He smiled a little and sat down, pulling his legs into the chair with him. He grabbed his coffee and held it close after taking a sip. It took a second for him to force himself to look at Mason, and when he did, his breath caught. "I— it's weird. It's... different?"

He looked down again, at his mug. "I mean, my feelings haven't changed or anything, don't get me wrong, I just— I don't know how to act suddenly I think." He frowned a little. "Shouldn't I just— I dunno— act the same?"

Mason shrugged, playing with the strings of his hoodie. "Yeah, I guess. I mean maybe it won't be exactly the same, but that's okay, right?"

Jules nodded, taking a sip of coffee. "Yeah. Yeah." He smiled, making himself look up again. Mason Hill. He sighed softly. "This is— like— a dream come true." He paused for a second, then laughed softly to himself, shrugging a little when he spoke. "I would have preferred Austin, but you'll do," he teased, looking back at Mason with a shit-eating grin while he lifted his mug for another drink.

Mason rolled his eyes, "That's a lie, Mr. 'Mason Hill's hugs are warm and soft and I loved it'!" he sighed dramatically, a gushing smile on his face and a hand on his chest.

Jules snorted. "Maybe I just said that cause you love Mason, Mr. masonfucker1000." He rolled his eyes at him. "Though I will admit those hugs were pretty great."

Mason smirked, "Of course they were. You're head over heels for me, baby."

Jules blushed dark red, his stomach twisting. He grinned and ducked his head in attempt to hide his reaction, shifting slightly. "Maybe I am," he mumbled, shrugging a little.

Mason smirked in satisfaction, leaning closer to the camera. "I can still see you blushing, Jules."

Jules rolled his eyes, looking up, trying to stifle his grin. "Asshole," he muttered, looking at the wall behind Mason. He bit his lip, meeting Mason's eyes on the screen. "Also, if you want to you can call me Jullian. I usually go by Jules, but technically it's Jullian. Even got it legally changed."

Mason smiled, "Nice. Congrats. I like it. I'll probably stick to Jules, though," he licked his lips and shifted in his seat, glancing around at the boys, who were still asleep. "Hey, so he/him pronouns. Legal name change. You want surgery and testosterone?"

Jules watched him look around, then nodded. "Yeah. I do." He smiled. "You wanna know something? Chris was actually the reason I realized I was trans. That's why I have such a connection to the band, why you guys are so important."

Mason grinned, eyes crinkling. "That's really cool. I'm glad that helped you."

"Growing up in as northern Michigan as you can be, you don't really get much exposure to trans people, or LGBT education," Jules smirked. "I always say Chris was my Syme."

Mason cringed at the pun, shaking his head and holding his hands up. "I take it back. That's horrible."

Jules laughed at his cringing, then grinned at him. "You'd make the same pun, admit it."

"Definitely not," Mason pouted, and then suddenly remembered the concert again when his phone buzzed with a social media notification. "Oh, at the concert... I was wondering... was there something I did or said that upset you? You seemed really off," he looked at Jules, eyebrows furrowed and frowning a little.

Jules paused for a second, mug against his lips, looking at Mason's worried face. He sighed softly. He might as well tell him.

"I— yeah, kind of. The— uh— playing hockey on the lake thing. When I was sixteen, I was playing with my team on the lake as an unofficial official practice, and I kind of thinned out the ice in one spot too much. I stopped really hard with my blades and hit my stick too hard when I thought I was going to fall while hitting the puck and I—" He took a deep breath, holding the mug tighter. He laughed softly, a little sadly, eyes closed when he said it. "I fell in, and it was so cold, and I didn't have much on because we were moving around so much, and my skates were weighing me down— and I couldn't get out and—" He sighed shakily. "Uh— anyway, my sister and Sam— my friend— and my coach got me out but I was unconscious and— yeah, I kind of almost died. Lots of water in my lungs and I hit my head on the ice and I was freezing. I still have problems with temperature."

Mason's breath caught as Jules spoke, not having expected anything like that. Jules could have drowned. He could have not been here, right now, talking to Mason. There was a lump in his throat, especially when he saw how much it affected Jules to even talk about it. "God— fuck—" his voice was thick and he hurriedly cleared it. "Jules— I'm sorry, that must have been horrible. I can't even handle twenty degrees on dry land. And I could have never— you could have been gone. And I'm super glad you're not."

Jules smiled a little, shaking. "Yeah. Me too," he breathed, looking at Mason. He set down his mug and got up to grab a sweatshirt, putting it on and turning on his heater. "Sorry. When I think about it I get really cold." He picked up the coffee again and took a drink. "Okay. Different topic. Why'd you join the site? Curiosity? And are you on the bus right now?"

"It's okay," he smiled as Jules sat back down. "Yeah, pretty much. I like secretly talking to fans." In response to his last question, he turned the laptop around so he could see half of Austin falling off the bottom bunk. "Yep."

Jules laughed at the view of Austin. "Aw, he's so cute. I don't understand how he can sleep half off like that, though."

"Bunk's too small for his restless ass," Mason snorted as he moved the laptop back to himself.

Jules grinned, leaning forward a little into the hot air of the heater. "Speaking of, have you even slept?"

"Eh. A bit, yeah," Mason shrugged. "I don't feel too bad though. We're almost to our next city, anyway."

Jules laughed again, looking at Mason now. "You're in the last week, aren't you? Do you hate when tour ends or like it?" He leaned his elbows on the desk, his chin in his hand.

"Yep. Six days left. It's kinda bittersweet. We're all exhausted and living on Rockstar right now. Which reminds me," he got up and grabbed a can out of the cabinet, opening it and chugging for a moment. "I'll be ready to rock soon," he grinned. "Tours are grueling sometimes, but, fuck, it's the best shit ever. I love it."

Jules laughed, watching him chug the drink. He rolled his eyes. "Those things are shit for your body. I could never do that."

Mason sighed sadly, "Yeah, but they're so good. We only do it the last week or two when we're all whiny as hell."

Jules shook his head at him. "Everything else, I could definitely handle. I was on the girls hockey team for ten years, travel for five of those. Practically lived on a bus with ten girls. I could handle tours so easy because of that. I loved it, actually, despite how that just sounded." He picked up a ball from his desk, playing with it and leaning back again.

Mason raised his eyebrows. "Shit, you're made to be in a band. You'd be great."

Jules grinned. "Destinyyyy," he breathed, leaning his head back in a dramatic pose. "Mason Hill said so, so it's true."

Mason scoffed, grinning. "Oh, now you agree with me. You're impossible."

Jules laughed and grinned at him. "You've got credibility now." He winked at him. "Plus, now I know you are hot and rich. Definitely my sugar daddy."

Mason huffed, pouting a bit, trying to hide a smile. Daddy sounded pretty good coming from Jules' mouth. "Speaking of which, what if I flew you out to me after the tour ends?"

Jules blinked in shock at the question. "I— God, that would be awesome, but I have school, Mase." He was sad about it. He wanted to see him. "And it's such short notice. I couldn't get everything in order in time anyway." He bit his lip, a little more sad about it than he wanted to be. Now that he knew, and now that he'd accepted it, he wanted that more than anything.

Mason frowned at that. "Okay, well, I could fly out to you?"

Jules opened his mouth, then shrugged. "I guess that could work? But you'd freeze your ass off. It's the middle of winter."

Mason shrugged, smiling lazily. "I'm a big boy. With a winter coat. And I'll have you to keep me warm," he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.

Jules laughed, rolling his eyes. "Then fine. But— uh— that means my family might have to know. Rosaline might freak," he paused. "Or Sam. I could tell her where I am and she could cover for me. My mom's— uh— I dunno how to say it without bashing her."

Mason bit his lip and scrunched up his face at that, humming in a high pitch. "Ah. Okay, Rosaline. Sam, who's— right, the hockey friend. I don't mean to offend, but can you... trust her?"

"Well, she hated when your number was leaked, so..."

Mason considered it and shrugged, "Okay. Just them for now, yeah? Okay so, I'll book for the weekend— it's perfect, actually, we get back on Wednesday, so I'll have a day to hibernate. This is gonna be awesome," he grinned, sitting up excitedly.

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