He Came to Stay (Blue x Bad Guys)

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*Blue will get dangerously drunk in this chapter, as he's about to be left alone, and this is a VERY bad idea. Please be careful. Just because alcohol is widely accessible doesn't mean it's good for you. If you do drink, do it after 21, and do it sparsely. Please don't ruin your life...

Blue sighed. He was alone for the day, and he felt like hell. His mind was screaming, and his body felt even worse. He heaved himself up, trudging to the bathroom and throwing up again. Sighing, he made his way downstairs to find something to wash his mouth out with.
Looking into the fridge, Blue spotted a bottle in the back. Reaching in, he grabbed it. It was a half-empty bottle of whiskey.
Blue debated putting it back in, but his hand had other plans. Unconsciously, he raised the bottle to his mouth, taking a swig. And suddenly, it didn't matter. If he couldn't have his drugs, alcohol was close enough. It wasn't that much anyways, who cared?
Seeing a plate of cookies, he grabbed a handful, taking another swig and a giant bite out of one of the cookies. He made his way slowly to the living room, leaning on the wall for support when he felt like he couldn't walk properly.
Passing the living room, he made his way down a side hallway. Having devided to explore and get lost as quickly as possible, he continued to rhe room at the end of the hallway to a large room. Closing the door to the room behind him, he set the bottle down on the ground, trotting and stumbling over to the mirror on the other side. He leaned against the mirror, looking at himself. "Fuck, I am a MESS." He giggled. "Big ol' fuckin...heap a shit. I wonder why they keep me around?" He huffed. "It's pity, obviously."
He rolled his eyes, leaning further against the mirror. "I mean, obviously they can't like me. I'm a little shit, why care for me?" He shighed. "What did Nightmare say? Eh, who cares. What does he know, he's a god. Probably just like his shitty little brother." He yelped as the mirror moved.
Looking over and squinting, he could see the mirror was part of a false wall. Pushing it back further, he grinned. It was a walk-in closet of some kind, filled with fancy dresses and suits. Retreating, he grabbed his drink again, coming back to the closet. He sifted through some of the clothing, picking out a rather revealing dress and giggling as he shed his own clothing awkwardly, fumbling with the zipper on the dress. As he finally got it on, he pulled down on of the straps,muttering to himself. "Oh, they'd like me now." He snorted, taking another chug. "Now I'm a REALLY hot mess."
He messed around in the dress for a while, draining the rest of the bottle. When he knew it was empty, he tossed it aside, hearing it shatter behind him. It didn't matter. He was too drunk to care at this point.
The next two hours would never be recalled in the future,the fuzz of alcohol covering everything. The last thing he remembered was falling onto the cold floor. It was nice. He could sleep.

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Nightmare came home late,his boys all dispersing to clean up after the fight. Nightmare went up to Blue's room, seeing if he was strong enough for dinner. The problem was, he wasn't there. Searching for an aura, he froze. Something was wrong.
He teleported to the source of the warped aura, sighing. Oh dear...
Blue was fast asleep in the middle of the floor. There was a broken bottle near him,and he was wearing one of the strangest, skimpist dresses Nightmare had ever seen. A few more lay scattered near the closet.
Nightmare texted Killer, telling him to come and clean the mess, before scooping the unconcious Blue up into his arms and taking him to his room, laying him down and tucking him in under the covers. "I'm sorry my dear."

When Blue woke up, his head hurt like hell. He sat up, groggy, then quickly rushed to the bathroom, heaving. It was worse then yesterday. Oh shit, right... the bottle. Everyone was going to kill him. He was going to get kicked out. This was it. It was over.
"Oh thank goodness you're awake." Nightmare appeared in the doorway. He looked...afraid?
"Oh, yeah, I mean, I am now, I guess." Blue suddenly felt self-concious. He was still wearing the dress he'd found, but now that his head was clear, it was something he'd never wear. He wrapped his arms around himself. Nightmare noticed and his face went a sort of cyan color.
"Oh my- right. I'll get you something more, er, comfortable." He averted his eyes, turning to his closet. "There should be...something for you in here. I'm so terribly sorry, I should have left something out for you to change into, I was just so-"
"Mad at me?" Blue spoke up without thinking.
"Wh- you think- you think I'm angry at you?" Nightmare turned again, although he quickly averted his eyes. "Blue, no, NO! I wasn't angry, I was worried. I thought that you'd...that you were too far gone, that you might...and on the one day we left you alone, I..." Nightmare took a breath. "I'm not angry at you. I'm angry at myself for thinking you could be left alone without issue...I'm angry at Killer for leaving that bottle in the fridge..."
"I'm the one who drank it. I'm the one who-"
"Don't. Don't you dare blame this on yourself. Yes, you drank it, but only because no one could stop you. You're still not strong enough to walk on your own without the wall, why did I ever think your willpower..." Nightmare sighed. "It won't happen again."
"Of course." Blue wiped under his eyes, clearing away any stray tears. "I'll be out of your lives by tomorrow. You won't have to worry about me anymore."
"WHAT? NO!" Nightmare visibly bristled. "Being on your own is EXACTLY the mistake I made to put you in this mess! I'm not making that mistake again. You are staying here."
"But-"
"This is not your fault. It is the fault of Ink and Dream for putting you into this position, for giving you those...things that hurt you. You need to get better, and you can't do that if there are things in this house that prevent you from doing so. I should have thrown away that stupid bottle when I saw it yesterday..."
Blue stood up on shaky legs. "Well, it's over now. I didn't...I didn't see anything else in there...if that helps."
"Good. Hopefully that means there's no other...setbacks. I will still check myself to make sure." Nightmare handed Blue a new set of clothing. "I will be right outside the door if you need me."
"Thanks..." Blue took the clothing, waiting until Nightmare was gone before changing.
The shirt and jacket were too big, but they were so comfortable that Blue didn't care. Luckily, the shorts fit perfectly. "Alright, it's safe."
Nightmare smiled as he came back in. Blue held the dress over his arm. "So, what do I do with this?"
"You can toss it in the laundry or the garbage, whichever you think it deserves."
Blue threw the offending garment away. He never wanted to see it again. "Alright."
"Come down. The boys want to make sure you're alright."
"You told them?"
"Only that you had a bit of a setback." Nightmare scratched the back of his neck. "I did not tell them about...your, er, choice of clothing during that period. I figured it best if you only told them if you felt comfortable. And if that's never, that's your choice. I am very good at keeping secrets."
"Thank you." Blue took Nightmare's arm, leaning on him as they went downstairs.
"BLUE!" Killer was the first to come up to him. Blue had never seen such a worried look, especially on the face of someone who's default emotion was snark. "Shit, man, I should have thrown that away, but I never thought about it."
"Well, I'm not dead, and on the bright side, I can only go up from here." Blue chuckled, although the action made his ribs hurt.
Killer frowned. "Still, I feel stupid about it. We all do..."
The others were standing a bit farther away, but they all wore the same look as Killer. Blue looked down. Even though he was wearing something entirely different now, he still felt embarrassed with so many eyes on him. "It's not your fault. You had important things to do. You couldn't have known this would happen..."
Blue flinched as he felt Killer hug him. Still, the pressure was comforting, and Blue let his head rest on Killer's shoulder, closing his eyes. It had been an insanely stressfull couple of days. He needed this.