BEHIND THESE DOORS

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Timothy POV:

It's been 3 days without Halt. 3 days of the apocalypse. They tied Rush up and locked him away, and got Eyes and Screech to guard the door. Giggle and Gloombat have been considered outlaws of the "Mickey mouse clubhouse Wild West", any law has been abandoned, and these savages have been eating Hide's corpse.

What have I been doing? Well, since I know I can't keep my mouth shut for shit, I've been hiding in Hide's old closet... just to feel a little closer to them. When... when mama Light died, I didn't know what to do. I was just nine, I didn't know how to process it! I remember it vividly... Halt came in, sobbing his eyes out, screaming about mama Light dying to the rift, and Eyes telling me she was dead and wasn't coming back...

I've never been able to look at him the same.

Hide and I weren't close, but we had our moments. Now that they were gone... I wish I talked to them more. Maybe I could've stopped them... maybe I would've made it worse. I make a lot of things worse.

After Eyes told me she wasn't coming back... I don't really remember much. Ever since, I've been living day by day, just trying to get through the best I can... I wonder if Hide felt the same. I oddly related to them, despite our differences. We both just tried to get by. Both were victims of how these damn people treat kids... maybe I should start my emo phase.

I never thought the anti-Halt apocalypse would be THIS bad. I thought it'd be limited to a bunch of yelling... I was wrong!! There was yelling, screaming, sexual content a child shouldn't be seeing, fighting, cannibalism, tyranny, violence, anarchy— who knew we'd actually need Halt?

This place is no longer our home... it's the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse Wild West. And I was one of its prisoners.

I'm being dramatic. Rush was the true prisoner!

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Rush POV:

I was bound may my wrists, my arms extended above me. My shirt had been removed, I knelt on the floor... bruises and cuts littered my body, as I had been used as a punching bag for the past few days. 

This was my payment.

Everything hurt... my muscles were strained, my body sore, probably had a thing or two broken... It was dark in the cellar. Cold. Wet. It was just the room the entities from the mines were staying in, they'd just cleared it out. It was a bit more cruel, being kept in the king's former quarters to be tortured...

These past few days have changed my perspective. Yeah, I was still a jackass, but now I was a poet! See that shit I just thought up? Pure poetry there.

The door creaked open, I braced for impact, knowing the only language in the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse Wild West was violence... only to see my last ally. My brother. Ambush.

He looked disheveled, his hair was messy, clothes ripped. He stared down at me coldly, I smiled up at him. "Good to see the apocalypse is treating you well..?" I choked out, my voice cracking. I coughed a little.

"Save it. You arent my brother anymore, you don't control me. You'll sit here until Halt returns, and trust me, that'll be a while. I've found myself in these past few days." He spat, malice lacing his voice. My face dropped, I braced myself again. "I'm not going to hit you. I won't stoop that low... I just wanted to see the despair on your face. Grumble told me to give this to you."

He held a slip of paper in front of my face for me to read.

"You're invited to the last dinner tonight, the last night Hide's corpse will be fed off. From here on out, we'll be eating the outlaws. Starting with public enemy one, Rush."