AHHH FINNALY! I GOT TO THE GLIPSIDE PART!!! THE AMOUNT OF IDEAS I HAD FOR THIS PART RAHHHHHHH!!! ANYWAYS, HOPEFULLY THIS ONE GONNA BE JUUUUICY!!
NONTHELESS, ONWARD!!
TW: Panic attack
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Jack watched as Michael pushed through a few buttons and twisted a few knobs on the machine, with BlackJacks guidance. The moment he started, it caved onto Jack. 'He could die doing this. Fuck, don't die please..' Jack glanced over at the screen, his eyes immediently going to the purple figure. 'He could finally meet his father?' Jack thought to himself, widening his eyes a tad bit. He felt a feeling wash over him. He couldn't identify it. He wasn't used to it. Jack didn't know whether he should like it or not.
"Done!" Michael said proudly, pushing a button, "Master gamer over here!"
Jack chuckled, "Definetly better than me."
BlackJack turned to Jack, "When you're ready."
Michael stepped out of the way, and Jack stood in front of it. He stared at the screen. His way to enter was different. All he had to do was push the screen with his hand, and it would just him in.
He felt a feeling of guilt wash over him, causing him to take a step back, "What if they hate me."
BlackJack looked at Jack, blinking twice before he lowered his eyes reassuringly, "They don't hate you. They miss you. Hell, I even missed you."
"You didn't make it seem like you missed me," Jack responded, feeling his heartbeat start to race.
"We're both not good at expressing emotion. And now I don't have a visible mouth or eyebrows, so I definitely can't express emotion well." BlackJack responded.
Jack just continued to stare at the screen. Dee was in soul form, and Peter didn't have a phone for a head, Steven as well. And they all had some sort of tear stream on their cheeks, like they ones he's seen on soul children. Did they have their own soul.... scars?
"I'm scared," Jack muttered, barely audible.
BlackJack looked down, then jumped off the arcade, "Stay here, Ima grab something," He said as he walked out."
Michael turned to look at BlackJack as he left and then back to Jack. He could see that Jack was starting to panic. 'It hurts.' Jack heard himself say in his mind, he didn't even want to acknowledge the pain though. Michael walked over and hugged Jack tightly.
"It's okay. You're okay." Michael said reassuringly, closing his eyes.
Jack looked down to his left. He saw Michael stuff his fave in his sleeve and wrapped his other arm around. He attempted to calm down, focusing on the feeling of Michael's hug around his arm.
"Sorry this had to happen on your second day here..." Jack muttered.
"It's fine." Michael responded.
Jack wore a nervous frown, glancing at the screen. He had a feeling of want, but a feeling of regret as well. Is this what Steven felt? The regret? When he ran from them?
"5 years." He whispered.
"Mhmm," Michael hummed in response.
BlackJack entered the room, a purple bracelet in the part where his mouth should be. On it read Dave.
"Oh. The bracelets." Jack said quietly.
"Still surprises me how YOU like friendship bracelets still. Dave? Not too much," BlackJack responded.
Jack flushed, "Don't call it friendship bracelets-" he was embarrassed.
BlackJack rolled his eyes, "Sure, wedding bracelets."
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