𝗛𝗲𝘆 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘀

【Ｆｏｒｔｙ－Ｅｉｇｈｔ】

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» "Children will come here and tell tales of me!" «

⚠️ cw: vomiting, blood, gore, bad mental health, dissociation, detachment, child neglect, implied abuse, implied alcoholism, murder, death⚠️

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   Luca had been discharged for three days, resting back at home. His mother had been apprehensive about you visiting, and the one time you did show up it almost got violent with her cursing you out and threatening to call the police(a group of people who weren't exactly fond of you due to...delinquent-like actions in your juvenile years). Honestly it just made you roll your eyes.

   Your father on the other hand, the husk of a man he once was, rubbed his forehead and told her to quiet down and advised you to come back in a day or two, once Luca was fully settled. Hopefully by then his partner would be calmer, and your father would actually be there to supervise instead of at work. The urge to curse him out and wring both of them a new one was tempting, but you knew Luca didn't need the stress of hearing his parents and sibling fighting. So reluctantly, bitterly, you left and simply communicated through texting.

   The whole situation was piling stress onto your shoulders and making you grow agitated. The dull buzzing in your head only grew into a pounding headache as the days passed, bordering on a migraine. The medication worked to keep it down, but even then it didn't help with the aggravating itch in the back of your mind.

   Tim had reached out and told you he was in contact with his old friend, but it would take a bit of time before he got answers. Apparently the girl had been rather apprehensive when he emailed her and possibly even had some memories of their previous encounters with the operator and sickness blocked due to some amnesia walls caused by a coping mechanism. However, she promised she'd look back through some notes she had written during the struggling time.

   You thanked Tim profusely, to which he brushed off, only apologizing that you and your brother had been dragged into everything.

   Besides that, over the week you had gone into work and continued your studies, however your schedule seemed to slow as your energy became more and more sapped throughout the days. Lizzie stopped you one day when walking it to the game stop and ushered you to return home, saying you looked like a zombie.

   Turns out you had developed a brief fever due to the stress of worrying over Luca and the whole Operator situation. It was gone within a day thanks to the medication Jack had so lovingly provided. The day was rather fuzzy, everything blurred and hot, but you could remember that Theo had stopped by to give you soup, before very reluctantly leaving; only for Jack to pop back out and stay by your side as he brushed his claws through your hair, murmuring to you.

   Today however you did not wake up with a fever and you did wake up, sadly, alone. The first thing you noticed was the pulsing pain in your head and your blurred vision. Followed by the sudden urge to vomit— causing you to rocket out of bed and stumble to the bathroom as the husky who laid by your side shot his head up due to your sudden action.

   Luigi and Smile sat outside the bathroom door as you expelled the contents of your stomach into the toilet, before it calmed to dry heaving. Shakily you sat back, head against the cabinets of the sink as you breathed heavily, heart hammering. Grimacing, you wiped away sweat on your face before shakily reaching over to flush the contents, desensitized to the sight.