Below The Surface - A Lackadaisy Fanfiction

Panic

"It was them this entire time?!" Freckle was the first to fully react: now he looked plain terrified. "How did we not catch on sooner?!"

They were now settled in after Mordecai shared the information. It was hard to process at the moment...but there needed to be something that was said. He couldn't just let this information flicker and fade out: these were lives on the line.

"Unfortunately," Mordecai cleared his throat, "it made sense where Roberto went...Silas killed him." His leg bounced as he sat in the chair. His hands were folded, and he hid the bottom half of his face in his hands. He was deeper in thought than before.

"Dat scene was not pleasant." Serafine grimaced slightly, shaking her head.

"And they're performing here? This weekend?! " Ivy cut in.

"Not anymore. I shall conclude this matter with Mr. Sweet, imploring that Miss Ambrose should not be in the hotel with the rest of the Rose Brigade." Mordecai was about to stand up, when Nico shoved him down.

"No. You ain't gon' do dat tonight." He remarked.

"It's a smarter decision if we are to inform him sooner rather than later," Mordecai hissed out.

"Chér," Serafine began: she saw the tremble in his shoulders.

"We cannot let this slip through our fingers tonight, there needs to be something said before everything goes awry," Mordecai gripped the armrests.

"Peekon, look at me." Nico told him: he heard his croaking voice.

"What?!" Mordecai barked out, baring his fangs. His pupils were nonexistent at this point, as he felt his claws dig into the armrests. His chest still hurt, and he still felt dizzy.

"...you're shaking." Ivy put it gently.

"What could you possibly—" Mordecai forcefully gestured to himself with his hands, then noticed the shaking, and felt all the adrenaline pump through him. His breathing was even a little shallow, as well, staring at himself with wide eyes still. His pupils shrunk considerably.

"We know you're scared: all of us are. We're not gonna make fun of you for it." Freckle chimed in softly.

"We've...we've never dealt with trying to solve such things before, so how is it that—" He watched his hands continuously shake, and his ears flattened on his head. There was blood roaring within his ears now. He folded his hands again and hid the lower half of his face behind them, leaning forward. His leg still bounced. The ringing was deafening to him now. His breathing was shallow and silent. He turned his head away, ears now pinning on the back of his head. He shut his eyes tightly. He felt the worried gazes. "Stop it. Stop with the sympathy." He quickly got up.

"We're worried about you, you never act like this!" Ivy frowned.

"You don't have anything to worry about." Mordecai tried downplaying it. "I promise you this: I am quite alright."

"Quit bullshittin' us. Nico chided. Mordecai's ears flicked up, his eyes widening at the comment.

"...excuse me?" He asked.

"Cut de shit, chér, nobody's gon' believe all dat." Serafine crossed her arms. "You ain't de only one feelin' dis way, either. So don' tink you're alone in dis."

"And don' tink about puttin' your walls up again. 'Cause dat don' work wit' us." Nico added. Mordecai reluctantly sat back.

"...we're going to fix this. Somehow...right?" Rocky exchanged gazes with everyone in the room.