Fronting Views

2-Messing up

Front stuck-Macaque

'Alright, we texted good morning to Kaz, what else is there to do while lying around in bed anymore?' Macaque thought to himself, having the rare times of having his thoughts to himself and himself only. Being frontstuck was new, because he'd never been in this situation. Being a protector and trauma holder has its "perks" apparently.

Macaque sighed as he set the phone down, and tried to feel for the ground in the darkness of the morning. He stood up with trouble before stumbling back onto the bed again, as if it wanted him to stay. Instead he took the comforter and straightned it out for later.

He got accommodated to the body's room. The sounds, the sights, the scent, even the feeling of things. Some were more crucial to remember than others considering the inability to see in low light. He used noise as a guidance in a relatively quiet house in the morning. He made his way to the bathroom near the bedroom and turned on the light, still a bit off-set by the body's appearence.

A scrawny teenager with a face of many emotions, that just didn't show. He ruffled the short messy hair as he took in the amount it's fading from red to the original blonde. He pondered how long it takes for it to regrow.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he applied something near him to "his" face. There's still something wrong with calling it his. But by the amount of scars left, it might as well be. He flinched at the feeling of something cold coming in contact with scratched open areas on his face. He despised how it was an escape. To pick, scratch, or just itch our face. To make it feel less bumpy, but it just worsened the problem. He put the cap back on and took a few steps into the kitchen, where of course nobody was there. Everyone was asleep and has been asleep for hours, besides him.

He stopped in his tracks, mouth open, as he stared at the sight upon him. He knew he heard it happening through the night but he couldn't believe it wasn't tended to earlier. A coffee pot overflowing onto the counters, burning hot from hours ago. Out of instinct, Macaque looked for the closest thing to clean it up with before anyone woke up. He heard the literally ticking on the kitchen walls as he scrambled for the paper towels. He was scared, he didn't want to mess up.

In the process, Macaque burned his fingers multiple times, wincing in pain every time he made contact with the coffee instead of the paper towels. He was already upset and stressed over being frontstuck, but this? This was a new level of frustration.

He was getting mad over something he didn't do, or couldn't have prevented. 'She'll wake up any minute. ImscrewedImscrewedImscrewedImscrewedImscrewedImscrewed OH GOD I'M SCREWED.' he tried to pick up the pace, furious with himself now yet listening for any sort of disturbance. There was none.

He planned on talking about it with Kaz later. An ex lover and now dearest friend, Macaque spoke with them frequently, even when they didn't know it was him. But he signed off for once after telling them good morning, He suspected they'd have questions, to which he started thinking of answers. He walked back to the bedroom after a lot of thinking and tending to burnt fingers. His eyes grew tired as he opened up discord once again, hoping to see a reply from Kaz before he fell asleep for a few minutes.

6:38 AM-it just ended on chapter seventeen, because I read all up until it was last updated, march 20th. I've been reading for four-five-ish hours and every single time I lay on my side my eye gets all watery on the corners. I'm now going to spend time doing anything and everything.
Good morning, Kaz.
-Macaque.✖️

Macaque stared at the message, sent hours ago. He waited for them to wake up and tell them good morning so he could rest easy,if only for a few minutes. But he waited, counting each minute of each hour.

He had begun to get bored while he waited, going through cycles of scrolling on social media, eating, and drinking back and forth in an attempt to cure his boredom. But nothing worked, the only way for him to be out of this shitty morning state is human interaction. Sure, his source isn't fully human, but it's close enough. He just needed to talk to someone, to feel wanted.

He texted Kaz again, hoping they just missed it,

9:38 AM-Okay doing everything and anything didn't work and boredom just stabbed my head hi kazzzz :]]

Making sure it was exactly three hours later was a bit over the top, but he didn't care. He just wanted to talk to someone. Until then, he curled up in a ball with a soft, black robe on and drifted in and out of sleep.

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10:34 AM, Kaz-Wow that is a lot to happen all in one night , and yes good morning
Also what you said about a pet monkey yeah I agree I need one too

The second he heard the notification he shot up from his sleeping state and quickly checked to see if it was them. To see that they read all of the idiotic things he wrote while not sleeping last night made him feel wanted again. He continued about his day, waiting for the next response..