FEARED [II AU]

[9] | Tormented by You

Nickel slammed himself against the door, his body desperately trying to break it down. It was no use, he was practically useless. He couldn't even believe it himself, Suitcase isn't actually dead, right?

She HAS to be alive.

There's no way.

"This family is dropping like flies!" He screamed at himself, resting his head on Suitcase's door. His breathing quickened, "I need to get Baseball." He whispered with a panted breath, running to his room and attempting to call Baseball.

It was hard for him, since he didn't have arms to click on the buttons. He grabbed his phone with his mouth, and began typing the numbers with his nose. The call continued ringing before it went on his voicemail. He cussed quietly under his breath before starting the voicemail,

"Baseball, get your fat ass over here right now!" He practically yelled, "It's a fucking emergency!"

Nickel hung up the phone before huffing, he glanced at Suitcase's door. His eyes were half-lidded with exhaustion, "Please, don't be dead." He whispered faintly, trying to catch his breath with soft breathing, "Please." He slowly walked over to the door, his footsteps slow and slightly trembling. He rest his head against the door, "Fuck all of this." Nickel murmured, getting up and walking towards the kitchen. Nickel grabbed a knife with his mouth and placed it on Suitcase's doorknob lock. He spinned it around a few times before the door finally opened.

Nickel took a deep breath before opening the door.

And there she was, hanging by the ceiling fan. Her mouth was dripping with blood, she must've tightened the rope immensely. There was a note in her hand. Nickel grabbed the note.

'I'm better off dead if it makes you happier.'

Nickel stared at the note, tears silently falling down his cheeks. He looked back at her hanged body, "She'll only remember me as a mean person." He mumbled, "I caused her death, didn't I?"

He looked off to the side, "No, it was that Trophy person." Nickel hissed, "He killed Balloon, and made Suitcase want to kill herself." Nickel walked back to his room, taking out the notebook from earlier, he began writing down. "I need to know who this fuckhead is!" He screamed out, "I am not just going to let him kill two people I know, I will make this prick pay!" Nickel stabbed his pencil in the notebook, leaving a dent inside.

"I need to wait for Baseball." He whispered, setting his notebook down and closing the door of Suitcase's room.

"I really wish he didn't know about it, but he will have to know eventually."

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Trophy turned off the TV, he supposed he could make some tea for himself– if they had tea in this apartment. He walked over to the kitchen, where Paintbrush was at. Paintbrush was washing the dishes in the sink,

"Hey, Paintbrush?"

Paintbrush turned off the sink, their head perked up to look at him, "Yeah? Need anything?"

Trophy shrugged, "I was just wondering... do you have any tea?"

They hummed, walked near the oven and opened the cabinet above it, "We have green tea, black tea, some... oolong tea. I'm not exactly sure what we have. You can check it out yourself." Paintbrush said simply, going back to the sink to wash their dishes.

Trophy went to the cabinet, "Who drinks this much tea?" He murmured to himself, looking around at the different varieties of tea they had.

"Mostly Yin. He comes around here sometimes, he always asks for a cup of tea when he first arrives. Sometimes Lightbulb does, but it's very rare." Paintbrush answered, shrugging slightly, "If you like some of the tea we have here, you can have it. I think we bought too much anyway." They set their mug onto the drying rack before beginning to wash another plate, "I don't drink tea, and neither does Yang. We could both care less if we gave it to someone else."