This Game is not for Everyone - Thomas Sanders

7. Everything gets messy in a PG rate

Two days went by in just a blink. Between spending time with friends, making sure Thomas followed all the rules of public behaviour, and the trying-to-be friendly fights with the creative facet, Anxiety had been too busy to notice the proximity of the deadline, the red alert on the back of his head telling him to beware from a new wave of nervous energy coming towards them, ready to fuck up any chance Thomas has of getting laid. It was fun to see the teacher carrying around the black box everywhere, usually he wasn't one of playing along with this kind of stuff, but seeing him willing to obey the rules was the last factor to make his plan work. Under the curious glare of Morality, wednesday became thursday, and once on friday morning the realization finally kicked in.

"Oh god Thomas is going to fuck today"

"Anxiety watch your mouth while we're eating!" Breakfast was as messy as usual, but you could see in their behaviour that today was taking a toll on them too.

If you weren't looking carefully, everything looked normal. The food, the arrangement, the few papers here and there. It wasn't the objects, but the people sitting that made it different. Logic was barely staying awake, his forehead resting between his hands, completely oblivious of the commotion in front of him. Princey was nowhere to be seen, probably still sleeping on his throne, and even Morality was disheveled, his clothes and hair messy, his cheeks pink and his eyes covered in a weird light. Twelve more hours till the actual date happened, yet things inside the brain had already started to change during the wait. He nor Princey will feel the actual effects of it till later, but for now the core of Thomas was suffering the worst of it.

It has been quite a while since last time. He still had very vivid memories of it, and he had learnt the protocol by hand. He eyed suspiciously at Morality, searching for any sign that it was already time to trap him in his room, but the father figure was still as clear as ever, which gave them more time. Maybe the plan he had was dangerous, maybe it wouldn't work, maybe it'd go completely wrong, but he didn't let the thoughts ponder inside his head for too long. He couldn't back off now. With that on mind he quickly finished his breakfast and went back to his room, ready to prepare for the day.

He had to keep his mind as relaxed as possible during the day, and not carry any stress otherwise things won't go well. He knew by first hand that when Thomas was in primal instinct moments, his body would act on his own regarding who he was, his anxiety spiking the adrenaline in a good or bad way, and in this case, it'd be the second option. In best scenario, Thomas has to be as clear-headed as possible, thinking rationally and carefully every step, controlling his nervousness and not letting himself be controlled by his own needs and desires. To be as close to that mindset as possible, they had to keep things under control, and so he has to start with his part.

He spent the next hours till lunch simply lying on the floor, listening to music, or reading and watching movies on his bed. Morality came to check every other hour, sometimes staying a little bit to chat or watch something with him for a little bit, covering the bare minimum on social interactions to cover every base on his nervousness. By the time they called him for breakfast, he felt calm and relaxed, even tho he could start feelings the first waves of eagerness inside him.

Lunch went by with no problem at first. Everyone ate their food quietly, the same feeling of anticipation filling the room so thickly, you could almost cut it with a knife. Logic looked more and more exhausted, being the first one to go back to his room, Morality zoning out from time to time, barely able to answer proper question, leaving Princey and him to be the only ones still able to proper thinking. Eyeing him briefly, thought, proved to him that he was not handling it well, his whole body language telling him something was wrong.