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Check-up (Textual context)

It was dark outside. And wet, with the pitter patter as rain fell from the clouds above. The air felt fresh despite the overall aura. One might even deem to be, how did the young ones say, 'A vibe.' 

Grim looked at the sky for a long time before remembering the purpose of this visit to the human realm. "A checkup." They said, one eye attempting to glance at the many. "Is that something you all did when you lived as I do now?" Grim tilted their head, relinquishing control over the mouth for a reply. "The few and the far between hath experienced such. Art thou experiencing the song of Pan young child?" Grim mulled over the words. The older ones tend to be more talkative than the younger. This one, while not the oldest, was old enough to speak in Shakespearean quotations as though it were common speech. "No, not scared. Merely tired." Grim was very aware of their condition. One does not stay in the soul realm for as long as they without experiencing side effects. Fragmentation magnetism. That's what it was called. When one's own soul attracted the split fragments of souls who refused to stay shattered, broken, specs in the wind.

One new eye for every new addition to their already cluttered soul.

One new voice for every new addition.

It had been a few years since it first began to happen. At first, they went mad, attempting to force out the shards of those who clung onto his soul as though they would return to nothingness should they let go. It was an unpleasant experience. After time, they spoke to each other. Talked of their own lives, their memories, experiences that would otherwise be lost to time. It took a long time to adjust, but they accepted it after some time. Changed certain manners of speech and self-reference to appeal to all who were affected by it. They didn't regret it though, it led to self-discovery that otherwise wouldn't have been made.

Ah.

They stared off again reminiscing.

Why were they here again?

Was it...

Grim looked straight ahead at the dim glow of distant tents, a faint melody barely audible as the rain continued to shower down. He focused and could sense an aura of death there, distant yet potent.

Ah, right. The checkup.

They'd almost forgotten.

Grim floated towards the light, distant thoughts filling their head. They remembered when this circus was a place of joy, a very long time ago. They remembered when their sister's smile was genuine and pure. Like the reflection of light off the snow on a winter morning.

They can smell as the air goes from fresh and earthy to buttery and sickening. They're close.

They remember when as children, they'd play with their siblings. Amelia always insisted on pirates, until they were about 12 anyway. She always wanted to be the captain, with Grim as the first mate.

They can hear the music, loud and twisted. They're closer.

They remember the lullaby they used to sing when Amelia was scared. It was the only way she'd go back to sleep back then. Back when she smiled big and true, and loved pirates fierce and brave.

They almost smacked into the wall of the main tent, when a staff redirected them inside the tent with swiftness. Had they been that close to the tent already? "Grim, earth to Grim! Can you refocus on this realm? Right in from of you Brother. Come on." Brother? They looked up and met eyes with their sister. How times had changed since they were small. Oh, how they missed their little Amelia, forever older yet smaller. "CK, brother. It's CK now." They focused in on their sister's face. Had they spoken aloud? They noticed two of her arms crossed lazily across her chest while the other two gripped onto their hand with fervor. Or was it desperation? But why was she desperate? "Sorry, did we speak aloud again?" Grim tried focusing in on CK's face. Four eyes focused on him, seemingly concerned. Her signature smile and mad act nowhere to be seen. 

Wait, why were they there again? Did they stop by to visit? "Grim, come on brother. Refocus. You ready for your checkup?" Checkup, oh right. They nodded, following along as their sister gently guided them down, down into her office. Sharp turns and loops softening into slight turns and straightforward tunnels leading to the room in question. They remembered how much CK liked to dig underground. "Brother, you're spacing again," they felt CK guide him onto a cleared off table as she continued, "sit down. Then please remove the shirt and cloak." He followed the instruction absentmindedly, feeling her hands loosen but never leave his own. Had she always been this gentle? Or was he really so pathetic even SHE took pity on him. They looked as she stopped in her movements for a moment, adjusting a stethoscope, and firmed her grip on their- no, on his hand. 

He felt the others close themselves off just a bit, seemingly noticing the air tense around the siblings. It was silent for a few minutes, long enough that Grim had managed to remove his cloak on his own. "... You're not pathetic, brother. You're just sick." Amelia's voice was soft, almost too soft for her. Had he spoken aloud again? Wasn't he just thinking? He felt the others slowly rejoin, whilst still remaining relatively distant. Before he could think more on it, CK was removing his shirt. "Remember to flex out all of your wings, and just relax." Wings? Oh right. His wings. When did he last use them? His thoughts stopped abruptly as the feeling of his hand being near crushed. He followed the feeling. Oh. His arm. He forgot.

He followed his sister's gaze and grip to his left arm, longer and covered shoulder to finger in new, big black eyes with white pupils. "We're fine, sister. It does not hurt us-" "SHUT. UP." They flinched at her sudden speech. She gripped onto his arm, rotating it and seemingly counting the eyes. "When did this happen?" Her tone was stone firm, similar to her grip. "We said we're fine..." Grim replied, looking away. "Your arm is elongated, and you got more eyes. HOW IS THAT FINE?!?!" He felt her grip tighten, as her glare burned into the eyes that continued to look at her despite it all.

 "We... We're used to it. It isn't painful, you know." He tried finding the right words to soothe his sister's rage. Unfortunately, years among the dead had killed his sense of social understanding. He felt her grip stiffen, then let go. Before he could glance over to her, she had grabbed his face and forced him to face her. "Do you think that matters? Grim, you can barely THINK with how many of those THINGS are clinging to you AS IS! WITH MORE OF THEM SHOWING UP YOU- You..." You will die was left unsaid, but not unimplied. He could feel her hands, all four of them clutching at his own, shaking as she bit down on her lip.

".... I won't die, Amy. I won't leave you, not like that..." He could feel the fragments loosen their grip on him, allowing his own clear thoughts for the first time in years. He hugged his sister, wrapping his wings around her like when they were children. He remembered the tune he would sing to her, when she was small and scared.

Days seem sometimes as if they'll never end

Sun digs its heels to taunt you

But after sunlit days

One thing stays the same

Rises the moon

(Okay, that was deep. Might change the lullaby later, but I hope you enjoyed!)