The Purple Pupeteer

Devil's Deal

Once Will had exited the room, he immediately began to make his way downstairs with one thing on his mind:

Follow orders.

The moment Lewis had given him his new instruction, a switch and been flipped within his mind, and within in an instant he was setting out to do as he was told. To obey. From the musician's point of view, he wasn't being controlled, he was just helping his friend. He wanted to help Lewis. He needed to. His younger friend had given him a gift by letting him see all of the amazing colours, and Will wanted to return the favour, and help his friend in the same way he had been helped. If at any point in time he felt doubtful, all he needed to do was focus on the colours that still floated around the edges of his vision, and his worry would instantly fade away. That's why he wasn't worried about leaving Ryan alone, or the repercussions of distracting Baz. If that's what Lewis wanted, it was what he wanted too. His thoughts didn't matter. His feelings didn't matter. Nothing else mattered. He just had to listen, obey, and do everything that his friend said. He trusted Lewis. Lewis knew best.

Plastering a fake smile onto his face, Will entered into the front hall and made his way to the door, opening it quickly. "Hello there," he stated cheerfully.

"Oh, uh... hey, Will," the rather surprised looking man stuttered, giving the older man a questioning stare. Baz was wearing a plain white shirt, along with light brown trousers and black trainers. He glanced back outside towards where a second car was parked on the drive way. "Is that Lewis' car?" he pointed to it.

"Mhmm," the musician responded. Baz's extremely light eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "We decided to pop round here so that we could both set off at the same time," Will explained. That seemed to ease Baz's confusion.

"Ah, okay, that makes sense. Are the other guys coming down then?" he asked.

Will nodded. "Yep."

"They just finishing something up?"

"They're just going to the toilet before we leave."

"Cool, cool." Baz glanced up the stairs, but due to the way they had been built, he wouldn't have been able to see the upper floors from where he stood.

"We can wait for them here," the musician stated, leaning against the doorway so that he subtly blocked the other man from entering. Baz nodded, shifting about on the spot.

"So, how're you doing, mate?" he asked, making conversation to pass time.

"Never better," Will smiled.

The younger man waited for Will to ask the usual follow up question of "How are you?" but it never came. So, he continued on his own "Well, I overslept, so that sucks. Aside from that, I'm good too. Lookin' forward to today!"

"Same."

Baz gave Will a slow look over. "I... like your glasses. Are they new?"

"No."

"I've never seen them before." The musician said nothing, simply accepting the statement. Baz looked away uneasily. Why was his friend acting so... off? He was being awfully quiet... "You... are okay, right, Will?"

"Why would I not be?" the musician asked.

"You're just... never mind, don't worry. I'm still half asleep, heh."

THUD.

"What the...?" Baz craned his neck to look up the stairs. "What was that?"

Will giggled. "I guess one of them fell off the f***ing seat," he smirked. Baz smiled slightly at the joke, his worry fading. However, when there was a second thud, the concern returned.