[ Flipside - A DSaF Fanfic ]

[ Chapter 21 | Ten Plus Nine.. ]

     "Why the fuck are they here?!" Peter hissed, staring at a confused Dave and a guilty looking Steven. "Jack, did you seriously bring the associate of the guy who murdered me and Dee?! And the guy who fucking made me into this?!" He gestured to his head

    "Henry also left me to die..." Jack muttered, before clearing his throat. "I...They're here to help, Peter."

    Peter glanced at Jack, noticing his eyes were...kind of dull. Like a darkness shadowed him. Like he was dead already, and not just in a literal sense. He felt concern surge through him, but shook it off. Knowing Jack, he'd rather not be 'babied' and have Peter show his concern for him. So, he held it in.

    "Seriously, what were you thinking?!" Peter groaned, trying to hide the concern in his voice. If Jack was hanging out with a literal murder and Peter's jerk-ass boss, what kind of person had he become!?

    "Peter." He gritted his teeth, and then added more softly. "Please..." Jack was looking at Dave.

     Peter studied Jack's face.

    "He...he's not that bad, Peter. Henry just...fucked his brain up. Like, surgery to remove parts of his brain." He said, quieter, as if he didn't want Dave to hear. Peter assumed he didn't want Dave to relive that.

    "He helped murder our sister." Peter stated. "And you've just...been letting the two stay near each other this whole time? Oh my god.."

    "He's not a bad person, I promise-" Peter cut him off.

    "You don't fucking care about anyone but yourself, do you? First, thanks to your neglect, you let Dee die because you were so fucking drunk you forgot about her. Now you're just a-okay with her murderer being around her. Oh my fucking god, I expected better than-.." Peter trailed off,  seeing Jack crossing his arms and shaking, as if he was barely holding it together. As if he'd collapse any second.

    After Jack was like that for a few seconds, he regained his composure. "I told you before, Peter. I can't fucking remember leaving her there. I can't remember jackshit about our childhood. I'm not your-" He bit his lip, with his side teeth considering he didn't really have any front teeth. As if he wanted to say more, but held it in.

    Peter grabbed Jack's hand gently, but Jack pulled away. "Sorry. I...shouldn't have yelled at you like that." He tried to make his tone softer. "I didn't mean-"

    "Its...fine. I'm gonna go check on Dave and Steven..." Jack sounded defeated. Peter winced when he heard their names.

     Peter sighed, as Jack walked off towards Dave. Jack acted perfectly fine, as if they hadn't just gotten into a fight. He felt a hand on his back. Dee was besides him, attempting to give him comfort. 

    "Honestly, Dave's not a threat to me. He's too pathetic and stupid to be, being so easily led like a dog." She hissed.

    "But he.."

    "Helped murder me? Yeah. And I hate him for that. But it was clearly Henry who was telling him to do that."

    "...I know."

    "Its not your fault I died, Peter. Move on."

     His voice broke a little. "But it is..." He slumped down to the floor. "It is."

     "That was like..." She counted on her hands. "Shit, I died before I could learn what numbers came past ten. But, either way, its been a long time. You can forgive yourself. I forgive you." She chuckled, before sitting next to Peter. "You can't be mad at yourself for trusting someone who was supposed to be your brother."

     He sighed. "Are you sure I...deserve that forgiveness?"

     "You're so stupid...Of course, of course you do. You're a good person, Peter. All you did was be a little busy once and not be able to drive me to my birthday party. I mean, you couldn't be expected to be my dad all the time."

     He buried his head into his knees, feeling as his little sister rubbed his back. He tried to cry, he wanted to cry. But his face was a fucking rotary phone. He didn't have eyes, he didn't even have a face. He couldn't cry. After a good 20-30 of trying to cry, and only letting out whimpers and breathy sobs, he felt a little better.

    "So...what have you been doing in the flipside all these years, kid?" He asked, as if he was asking a co-worker something and not his little sister. He looked down, expecting to see Dee's little head. And then remember she was like seven feet tall now. He looked up at her face.

    "Saving what souls I could, calming down angry spirits, looking for Fredbear."

    Peter would've smiled if he could've. "That's the Dee I remember.." He chuckled. Dee didn't chuckle in return. He hugged her. He was just glad that his family was back. With a pang of remorse, he remembered that the only one who was missing was...Caroline. His wife. He hugged Dee a little tighter, and then let go.

   "I love you, sis."

    "Love you too, bro."

     He sat, wondering how long Blackjack would keep them here until he could see his wife again. He leaned against the wall, and sighed. 

     He looked at Jack and Dave, how they talked. It reminded him of how he talked with Caroline, which just made the grief worse. He held Dee's hand, as if he was trying to comfort her again when he told her that their parents weren't coming back, when he needed to be comforted as well. He just wanted his family to be okay.

     He 'closed' his 'eyes' (turned off his optical sensors).

    Blackjack would be here soon, and Peter would have to explain everything to them. But for now, just for a little, he could rest. He could be with his family.

[ sorry for the super short chapter. just didn't feel like i should add more to this one, and leave the other stuff for other chapters. anyhow sorry for no blackjack. that shall be coming next chapter. also i am sickly and tired bleh ]

[ hope you enjoyed this chapterr even if it's not that longg ]