BEHIND THESE DOORS

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(Soooo bare w me bc I'm writing this from my phone... there's most likely gonna be a few typos so ignore those :3)

Seek POV:

I spat the toothpaste out into the sink, looking up at figure. "I... uh... I'm sorry. Again."

"It's... alright." Figure smiled at me, wrapping a long arm around my waist. "I'm here for you..."

I didn't deserve their smile in that moment... I didn't deserve his pity, his sympathy. I feel like shit for dragging them into this. This whole... mess. He deserved the world, something I couldn't give him.

"You sure...?"

"Yeah. It's ok... we all have our struggles. I'm here for you... always, my darling."

I couldn't help but smile like an absolute goof, and go up on my tip toes to give them a quick kiss. I loved when he called me his darling.

"Alright," I sighed. "I've got a hang out with Grumble—"

"No working out." They cut me off. "It's unhealthy, the point it's at. You're relapsing, you need to put meat on your bones."

I paused, stuttering, trying to get something out. "I—... ok."

I gave him one last kiss before I left the bathroom, only to be greeted with a "YO DID YOU GUYS FUCK IN THERE?!" By Shadow, followed by the loud laughter of his sibling, Glitch, and the stifled laughter of Rush.

"NO!" Figure would yell back, popping out of the bathroom. "WE DIDNT FUCK!"

"Oh yeah," Timothy added. "Shower sex isn't in this season."

"Who said it had to be shower sex?" Glitch commented, still laughing.

"You're like 2, you shouldn't even be allowed to say that word." Rush chuckled, a hand on his hip, boastful and charismatic. He didn't seem as much of a slimy car dealership salesman as usual.

"I say what I want, bitch!" Timothy snapped back.

"Nah, Timmy gone rouge!" Ambush commented, laughing.

"This is the start of my emo era, bitch!" Timothy flipped him off, laughing himself.

I smiled at the display— everyone had seemed much more happy ever since the whole... Mickey Mouse clubhouse thing. I made my way over to Grumble's door, knocking.

The door cracked. "Yeah?" Grumble answered. He had to be on high guard, mainly because everyone kinda hated his guts.

"Yo, we're still hanging out, right?"

"Uh— yeah!" He opened up the door and stepped out, following me off to my room, where I opened the door for us both.

He walked in and sat down on the bed. "Alright, brother, spot me?"

"Well... Figure told me I'm not allowed to work out."

"Doesn't answer my question— gonna spot me or not?"

"Motherfucka— sure— you're not even curious as to why??" I raised a brow.

"No, you're gonna listen to them anyway— they're like your mom." He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Oh my god— shut the fuck up, man..." I let out a soft chuckle, rolling my eyes back.

"Mommy kink..."

"My kinks have nothing to do with this—"

"MOTHERFUCKER, WHAT?!" He burst out laughing. "YOUVE GOT A— YOUVE GOT A FUCKING MOMMY KINK?!"

"I DONT!"

"YES YOU DO!"

"NUH UH!"

"YUH UH!"

We both ended up bursting out laughing at the whole "banter". Wow, what a wacky hyjinx!... speaking of high, I've gotta pick up that weed from Rush...

"YOU'RE—" he wheezed. "A SIMP!"

"AM NOT— all I'm saying is that if someone I loved called themself mommy, I wouldn't be opposed to it..."

"Mommy kink..."

"Whatever, man..."

"Can you spot me now??"

"Yeah, yeah..." I made my way over to the bench press in the room, he followed and laid down on it. I lowered the bar, and he took it.

"So, how have you been, bro?" He asked, groaning as he lifted it.

"Fine. You good down there?"

"Yeah—" he lifted it again and held it up in the air. "You gonna ask me back?"

"Was this a set up for you to vent?"

"Yeah, bro." He lowered it, taking a moment to catch his breath. "Fuck— how many pounds do you have on this thing?!"

"45 on each end."

His eyes widened. "YOU BENCH FUCKIN 90?!"

I let out a small laugh. "Yeah— how much do you bench?"

"Like 60, at most!" He laughed with me. "Damn! You're built like a tank— take some off!"

I took the bar and mounted it, sliding a few of the weights off. "Alright, that's 25 on each end, can you handle it?"

"Let's find out," he unmounted the bar, lifting it again. "Alright, that's good... anyways, wanna hear me rant now?"

"Sure,"

He spoke as he began lifting it up and down. "Well, I used to be like... the queen in the mines, y'know?"

"Yeah?"

He grunted. "It was hard, shifting from the mines to here, right?"

"Yeah, I guess??"

"I kinda took it all out in Mickey Mouse clubhouse Wild West. Wanted to be queen again, y'know? Turned out to be more tyrannical than... dunno. Just turned out tyrannical."

"Yup,"

"Everyone kinda hates me now... my own little sister hasn't been talking to me, let alone Gloombat— I basically raised that girl," he let out a chuckle without any humor behind it.

"Isn't she non binary?"

"Whatever, she uses she/they, it's fine if I call them a girl."

"Think I know why they hate you..."

"Yeah! I know! I just... feel alone? Dunno... everyone kinda hates me, I just... wish I stayed in the mines."

"Don't say that." I sighed. "We all get a bit down, but give up here a chance, yeah? Jeff is always there to listen."

"Yeah... maybe I'll have to visit." He smiled up at me.

Maybe I'll have to visit...

Yeah. Maybe.

Someone knocked on the door. "Come in," I called out.

Halt opened up the door. "We're thinking about having a movie night, you guys wanna join? Screech is gonna be there, he's been feeling better."

"What movie?" I asked.

"Scream one and two."

"Eh, sure." I shrugged, looking back down to Grumble. "You gonna join?"

"... sure."

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(Sorry the chapter was short and didn't have a lot too it, got a lil distracted at points, and jus wanted to make a nice chapter that can bridge into something else :3 I'll have another one out in like an hour or so!!)