After a successful video, Thomas and his personalities decide to play a game, innocent at first but getting darker and darker. In a game of pride and secrets, who will win?
This story has Prinxiety and Logicality on it, with small hints of other pai...
AN: I got so nervous while waiting, I literally wrote half of this chapter between his twit saying it was uploading, and the moment the video was published. Yes, I suck at keeping a schedule, yes this chapter looks like a filler, but the truth is...is kind of a filler, because I didn't know what to write about. I think I got some ideas, by how I ended this one, and with a few lose strings I left here and there? But I think I have kind of a writer block, sorry. Anyway, here's the chap AN2: Guys, Thomas twitted about dying his hair pink after last chapter. In which I dyed Logic's hair pink. Coincidence? I think not. Besides, I think it's the longest chap so far!
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Morning came quickly, the artificial sun inside of Thomas's mind shining through the window, forcing him to wake up. He has been sleeping more this week, and he wasn't completely used to it yet. The sleeping pattern wasn't perfect, he was usually a light sleeper, and ever the smallest things woke him up. He stretched his arms, feeling his dark tank top lift up slightly, and stood there, looking out of the window. With a quick snap of his fingers, the scene turned in front of him, a deep forest in front of him, the sunlight being completely covered by the top of the trees. If he had been like Princey or Morality, he would have been able to go outside and spend the rest of the morning in the loneliness of the nature, maybe listening to music, maybe just staring at the scene in front of him. Sadly, he was more of Logic's side, so he wasn't able to change his room at will. But that gave him more control over the conscious part of the brain, which was kind of fun; except of the fact rhat, you know, it wasn't healthy to leave a beast of dark thoughts roam through your mind.
He stood up and entered his bathroom, preparing a change of clothes for when he finished. He decided to go with his typical jacket-and-shirt style, but using a pair of skinny jeans instead, hoping to ease a bit the warm weather (Florida could so easily turn into a hell). He finished preparing himself, messing up his hair in front of the mirror, and when he was about to apply his diary doze of foundation, he remembered.
The bet.
He groaned with exasperation, hitting his head to the mirror, trying not to break it. How was he supposed to go by his everyday, during a week, without wearing at least a bit of makeup? He looked closely at his face, something he hadn't done in a long time. He didn't have any zit, nor his skin was dry, he made sure to take care of it with creams and hot baths since with all the makeup he used, it would end up quite damaged, so it accidentally ended up being softer and cleaner than his host. Still, it was paler than normal, his freckles even more noticeable, the dark circles under his eyes making a weird mixture of things in what was supposed to be a normal face. This is why he covered his face; he was getting too self-conscious. He'll have to avoid as much personal encounters as possible if he wanted to survive.
He walked out with his hoddie covering as much as possible and his body hunched, looking more like Gollum from The Lord of the Rings than Anxiety. He grabbed the box of cereals and went to the common room, sitting in his chair to watch whatever Thomas was doing at the mor-well, afternoon I guess, it's already 1 PM. Who cares, cereals are cereals.
