This Game is not for Everyone - Thomas Sanders

6. Shit gets solved (kinda)

He laid on the floor, looking at the constellation above him, breathing slowly to calm down his mind. In his right hand, a case with makeup, in his left, his cellphone. He closed his eyes again, his eyelids heavy under the strong headache.

"Where's your make up?"
"It's for a bet, no make up for a week. You didn't notice it yesterday?"

He stood up quickly, regretting it almost instantly. His head, the pain pounded so hard he had to stop for a few seconds, holding himself with the desk besides his bed.

"Oh I didn't! You look nice without it, actually."
"We have the same face."
"Well, yeah, I guess, but you get me."

Once he calmed down, he walked to the bathroom, stumbling on his steps but still being able to get to the door.

"We need him with makeup for the video tho, can't you make an exception for today?"
"Oh Thomas, you know very well that edgelord is too stubborn to let me win."
"Better to be stubborn than prideful."

He was in front of the mirror. He opened the case, the eyeshadow, he took the brush. If he was careful, he'll be able to apply enough to cover his actual eyebags.

"Kids don't fight..."
"I think Anxiety will find himself more comfortable while wearing it, but as he still has his bet on place, maybe we can use daydream mode to modify what appears to the camera."

He couldn't.

His hands were shaking, and he was unable to even lift them to cover hid face at least a bit. He didn't know if it was pride or stubbornness or whatever, he couldn't bring himself to lose the bet. He just couldn't.

He opened the cold water of the sink and merged his head under, trying to cool down his thoughts. He knew that if he kept thinking about it, he'd only get himself sad, and it'll stay with him the rest of the day. Yeah, maybe he was supposed to make Thomas sad, but that doesn't mean that he enjoyed getting himself overworked with something like this. The video was over. It's done. Thinking about it will only keep hurting him. Yet he couldn't help but feel betrayed.

"What if we make it a rule not to change anybody who doesn't want to be changed?"

Easier said than done uh?

A knock in the door startled him, just noticing that the pain in his head was only getting worse because of the cold. He grabbed a towel and dried his hair a bit, before slightly opening the door, just to check who was outside (he really needed to buy a bulleye).

- Anxiety? It's me Morality.

- Get Out - He pushed the door, hoping to be quick enough to close it, but Patton didn't waste time in putting his foot on the opening, wincing at the pain.

- Ow ow ow stop, stop!! It hurts - He tried to let himself in, at least to stop the pain. The dark trait didn't bulge, but stopped applying force on the wood. Angry? Yes, but hurting the father was still a bit too far for him.

- Then get your foot out of the way.

- No! I want to talk, please?~ I wanna apologize.

- It's done. Just, forget about it, okay? - He was about to push the other's and finally close the door, but he was stopped.

- I can't! Besides, the rest is waiting for you at the common room, they all want to talk - He noticed the fear in the youngest personality, so he quickly added - I'll be besides you, don't worry. We'll take things slow.

Anxiety doubted for a second, his hand still in the doorknob. - I don't need your help. - Even with that, he still opened the door, shoving Morality out of the way - But I'll go, you won't stop pestering me until I do so.