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sad patt

the only thing we have here is depresso Patton so idk

I woke up, unnable to remember my dreams. I looked arround, confused, trying to remember where I was. Oh, yeah. My room. My dear old messy room. Objects covered almost every inch of the floor, and the walls had so many photos and posters and memories you could barely see the walls. My desk was flooded with books, pencils and pens, while my chair had my normal clothes, my cat onesie and blanket on top.

With the snap of my fingers, my outfit changed from my blue pajamas to my ussual outfit. Blue polo shirt, beige trousers and my grey cat hoodie tied arround my neck. I stood up, not sure if I was or wasn't ready for the day, but right now, I needed to prepare breakfast for the others.

I tip toed through my room, trying not to step on any of the multitude of objects that where preaded across the floor. After "Moving on", I had tried to clean it up a bit, since that way I could maybe make the others proud, but it was no use. Everytime I tried, I eneded up downing myslef on waves of nostalgia, and in definition making Thomas remember things and feel nostalgic too, which usually ended up unburrying bad memories, which made us both sad, something I hated. Maybe I deserved to feel bad for some of the things I've done in the past, but Thomas doesn't. At my eyes, he is perfect.

I'm not sure why I even bother on making breakfast. We're parts of Thomas's imagination. We can't die, we don't need to drink, eat or sleep. There's no point in any of it. But for some reason, this relaxes me. Performing these habits made me feel at ease, so I slept and drank and ate. I know it's stupid, but it works for me.

I smiled as I mixed the ingredients for the pancakes. I loved pancakes. They where my favourite food, closely followed by cookies. The good thing about cookies is that you made a batch and you had loads for the next days, while you had to make pancakes in the moment. Also, pancakes where reserved for breakfast, while you could eat cookies in any moment of the day. Making the pancakes themselves was also a bit stupid, I could just summon the food right away as I did with the ingredients, but it relaxed me as well. 

When I got out of the kitchen, carrying the pancakes, I saw how all the others where scattered around the living room. Logan and Janus where playing chess in the coffee table, Remus was sitting in the lamp for some reason, Roman was working on a new proyect, sitting on the dining table and Virgil was in a corner of the room, merged with the shadows, his headphones on and staring at Janus with hate. Just another normal morning in the mindscape.

"Kiddos, breakfast is ready!" I exclaimed, leaving the piles of pancakes on the table.

Logan and Janus ignored me and continued with their game, Remus streched his arm as if it was made of rubber to grab a few pancakes but he stayed in the lamp, eating the pancakes in the grossest way possible, his mouth opened as he chewed. Roman served a few in a plate, but he didn't take his focus off his work, and even if Virgil's gaze was focused in the food for a second, he looked away soonly after and centred his attention on spying Janus.

I sighed as I sat down and picked my own plate. As I said, we didn't actually need food, so there was no reason for me to feel upset by the others not joining me for breakfast, but still... Sometimes I wished we could have breakfast all together, as a family.

I shook my head and ate my pancakes. I needed to throw the bad emotions away. Because what I felt, Thomas felt, and if I was bad, Thomas was bad, I didn't want that to happen at all. Was this represion? I wasn't sure. But it didn't matter. If I was ok, Thomas was ok, and that's what mattered.

This short and random but i wrote it some time ago for a story i will not finish so here ya go, enjoy it.