City X ([BxB])

Chapter 8: The Seventh Day

It was early that morning, and I got almost no sleep, but it didn't matter. Three in the morning was when we went out, which only made me more nervous. Damien suggested that I replace my batteries since I won't be able to get a full charge. I politely refused to do so, considering I was somehow at 80% as of when that conversation happened. He was sleeping as I made the final preparations, promising to wake him up at 2:15 AM.

As the clock ticked, I did some breathing exercises while changing the battery on Butters so he could come along with us. His battery stopped working for some reason, and it's good that I caught that before something in his system got messed up. As I screwed the compartment back on, Damien sat down next to me, somehow up before I even decided to wake him up. The clock read 2:10 AM, and I was actually surprised he had the will to get up, considering he even said that he was not a morning person

"Wow, you're actually up. Congratulations, you earned yourself a prize for this amazing achievement," I said, laughing while watching Damien turn on the TV. Nothing was really on, not even any interesting news. It was mostly just "Please Stand By" screen, some boring soap operas, adult cartoons, but nothing much. We settled for a short movie, one that would only last about 30 minutes or so.

Yeah, it's a drag, but it's all leading up to something important. I've been thinking about this for the past week I've been here. Here with a whole different world, a person I felt like I've known my whole life, just something. But I'm afraid. Afraid that this won't work and that one of us, if not both of us, is going to die from this. I just thought about it, what would happen if one of us died. A long sigh escaped my mouth as I began thinking about my emotions right now.

"Damien... I'm scared," I finally said, realizing how I really felt about this. All throughout the week, I was so excited to get rid of the dystopian world and make a new one, but thinking about it now just made me super sad, considering everything that can go wrong. He turned off the TV and just looked at me, a concerned look overtaking his normal one.

"Pip, you don't have to be scared. We will both make it out ali-" I started before I cut him off, "What do you mean we don't have to be scared?! We have all the right to be scared and you're just going to do your reassuring like you always do?! Jeez, it's like you don't know how to have emotions or anything!" I didn't know I could snap so easily until now. It felt different, and I felt strangely... sad? It wasn't the sadness I was used to feeling, but it felt more, realistic. I kept ranting about this topic.

"Did you ever realize that sometimes you pay attention to only yourself like you don't even care about doing this at all even though you claim to really want to do it?! Maybe you just want to do it for power, wealth, w-whatever!" He kept a straight face the whole time as I just broke down in tears. Each ticking seconds was a second close to my possible death, or maybe his. I would most likely be the first to die since I'm just weak and just went along with the awesome plan that Damien made.

"Pip... please just calm down. I don't want to see you like this..." He muttered, tears starting to swell up in his eyes. I looked at him and realized he was breaking free of his bug. Maybe he does have feelings, and maybe I still have my mania. I pulled him into a hug, as a way to say "I'm sorry for snapping at you," all the corny stuff that happens when people make up.

After about a few minutes or so of him crying and me actually helping him instead of vice-versa, I smiled, oil staining my cheeks just ever so slightly, and I heard him start breathing slowly and calmly once again. The heat coming off of his body warmed me up, making me want to stay there for just a little longer. It felt nice... having someone actually care after all these years. I guess he felt the same way, having no one there for him for almost his whole life.

I felt something inside of me, something like sadness, happiness, and maybe even... compassion inside of me. I knew what this was, but I didn't have a name for it. This feeling felt nice, and I'm sure Damien was feeling the same thing. I just know it, and I can feel it in my core.