Won't You Come Play?

Trust

Hello again!

I hope you all are doing well.

So, I don't really have much to say here except that I hope everyone enjoys!

So... Read on I guess, and have a lovely day!

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"M-...Mitchie?"

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He violently jerked back, shaking his head frantically.

"Ehm, Viper, are you alright?" Alumos asked, glancing around to try and see what had freaked him out so badly.

"Whose Mitchie?" That was Blake asking, wasn't it? What a strange thing to hear his birth name from someone in his new life.

"EHHHH???!" Someone shouted, probably Brandon, but Viper couldn't tell at this point.

He couldn't even breathe.

His throat was closing up.

His head felt dizzy and weightless.

It was like he was floating...

"Mitchie... Is that you?"

No...Nonononononono!

That's not his name!

She reached out a hand, and when he flinched away, she let it drop.

"It... It really is you, huh?" She asked, and it was like something inside of him broke. His whole body began to shake, his jaw clenched painfully, and he kept shaking his head over and over again.

"Seriously guys, what is going on?" Lucas questioned, cocking his head and glancing around.

"I-I-I..." Viper stuttered out, his brain not letting him form full words.

"Little dolls don't get to speak... Especially without permission..."

Someone was hauling him up and out of the bush... It was Alumos...

The arms that helped him up grounded him in reality, calming him down enough to process what was going on.

****, everyone was looking at him.

"Mitchie... Are you alright? I- thought... we all thought you were... dead."

"Viper, what's she talking about?" Alumos asked.

"I- I - I... have no idea." He lied, quite smoothly in his opinion.

Yep...

Mhm...

Very smoothly.

Francesca blinked, then, for a split second, narrowed her eyes, before reassuming her role as a dignified princess.

"Right... I apologize, I thought you were... Someone else for a moment." She said, before chuckling and stepping back.

Viper knew everyone was suspicious, and that they were staring at him, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Just like he knew Francesca was sure of who he was. It was just too much for him to deal with.

Forcing out a fake laugh, Viper turned and walked to the bar before anyone could stop him.

He really needed a drink.

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The Diablos family were a bunch of psychos.

Literally, they were insane.

The twins' father was dancing in a corner, and Brandon was drunk out of his mind, screaming incoherently at the walls.

Not to mention Ritchie, who had this weird look on his face while staring at his father. It was a mixture of anger and resignation as if he had given up on the mission.