" you never loved me. you only loved the idea of me. " y/n stated, but king didn't want to believe it.
hello friends! welcome back to another journey of ups and downs featuring a yandere in the middle of dream smp. what will happen when king learns...
◦♔ TW : throwing up. - there's also some mentions of drugs and dementia within the soundtrack message.
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" ALRIGHT SO I'D LIKE you to write an essay on how-" king sat in the middle row of the small classroom, listening to his teacher drone on about a writing assignment. gradually, king found himself zoning out throughout the day.
at first, he thought it was just his tiredness or boredom. it's more schooling after all. who wouldn't zone out a few times? then those few times turned into a lot more than that. king didn't even sense that he was zoning out until the current hour came around, realizing that he couldn't keep up with the lesson, and finding his page of notes half blank compared to the people sitting around him.
once the teacher left their students alone for work, a weird feeling washed over him. ever since he's been zoning out, he began feeling lightheaded. then the weird feeling went down to his stomach, making his senses only focus on that feeling and nothing else. he could barely pick up his pencil without feeling like something was extremely off.
eventually, it made him snap, asking to be excused to head to the restroom. he made his way around the hallways as fast as possible, getting into the empty bathrooms and hogging up a stall. right when the stall door locked behind him, he instantly fell to his knees, puking up his lunch into the toilet bowl. he knew that if he spent too much time in the bathroom, it would lead to some repercussions. however, he let it all out, trying to rake the nausea out from his body in any way he could on those tiled floors facing the toilet.
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UPON ENTERING THE apartment, king's drowsiness seemed to hit him all at once, making him let out an audible sigh, the dangling of his keys being the only sound filling the air. there was some quiet shuffling heard before milo appeared within the doorway of the living room, staring at king.
"hey. you doing alright?" milo said in a soft tone. "you look pale as shit." "i am.. just.. exhausted." king expressed, walking over to the living room couch and dropping his things on the other side of him, falling face first onto the soft cushions. king turned over after a short moment, looking up at the ceiling. "you know.. i think i'm sick." he admitted.
milo quirked an eyebrow, still paying attention to his figure. "in what way?" milo asked. "i guess a stomach bug. i'm not sure. i've just been feeling tired and i can barely focus on anything. plus i threw up today." king went on, prying his eyes away from the ceiling and looking back at milo. he saw that his younger brother had a worried glint in his eyes, still staring at king in contemplation.
milo sighed. "well in that case, you stay here and relax okay? give me your jacket." milo commanded, going behind the frame of the couch and reaching out his hand. king groaned slightly in agitation but obeyed, slowly slipping off his light jacket and handing it to milo. with that, he also slipped off his shoes, kicking back to relax while milo went into mother mode.
after a long while of shuffling and some expletives being whispered out from the kitchen, milo finally stepped out with a tray, sitting next to king on the couch and putting the tray down on the coffee table. king stared at milo through tired eyes, stretching out a bit before sitting up. "i made you soup so you better fucking eat it or else i'll make you." milo emphasized, carefully taking the spoon on the tray and stirring up the mix of chicken and noodles in the bowl, steam piping from the hot food and evaporating in the air.
king watched the soup being stirred in a spiral [spirals? an unintentional a second time reference pog], chuckling at milo's caring side. milo glanced back at king with a slight frown. "what's so funny? this is some good soup!" milo exclaimed aggressively, proceeding to blow off some of the steam to cool the meal down. "yeah yeah. i bet it is." king teased, his voice a bit raspy with a soft smile planted on his face. milo sighed, letting the spoon drown within the soup, making a clinking sound against the bowl. "i think i'll go to the pharmacy soon. you might need some medicine in the morning." milo stated, looking towards king and placing his hand on his brother's forehead to check for a fever.
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D1 — I still feel as though I am me - The Caretaker.
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from stage 2 of eateot, this song is once again a small reference to nonna, but it also represents the feeling of living within a state of bliss or childishness before post-awareness stages of dementia comes around—feeling like ones most self. this same feeling is associated with king's situation right now as he's being drugged without his knowledge and has some occasional trip outs or is feeling sick and doesn't know why, but is ultimately feeling like himself throughout the process.
