The Impossible Death

CHAPTER 1 - BROUGHT TO THE LIGHT

CHAPTER WARNINGS :

self harm, depression, dissociation, sympathetic deceit

PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT SOMETHING!!!

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Deceit felt his right eye begin to twitch, but didn't move or stop staring at his plain white ceiling. At least, he knew that's what he had been staring at, but his eyes had been still for so long his vision was now completely black.

As the twitching continued, Deceit finally moved his eyes side to side. His room quickly came back into view and his eye stopped twitching.

He was so tired, but he couldn't sleep. He was going on day three of not moving from his bed or sleeping.

Funny how much time he spent in bed not sleeping. Considering that was the main function of a bed, anyway.

If he were a human, he probably wouldn't even get up to go to the bathroom. That was one perk to being a trait. No bodily functions meant that Deceit didn't have to wallow in his own feces at least.

Though maybe then he'd finally feel something. Even disgust would be welcome to him right now. At least it would be something.

He was just there, but not at the same time. He didn't feel anything, except for the discomfort at remaining in the same position for three days. Even that seemed distant though, like it wasn't really happening to him.

So he sat there, feeling a chill set over his room but not even moving to cover himself with the blanket. Just letting the cold seep into his body, causing him to shake. But he still didn't move. He almost didn't even notice the cold.

Three days. But had it been three days? It didn't feel like it. It felt more like a few minutes. Like the passage of time hadn't ever happened.

He felt what could only be described as a small tug on his body and consciousness, trying to pull him somewhere else.

He didn't try to fight it, barely noticing it anyway, and felt himself being pulled out of his room and into the real world.

As he appeared in his standing position next to Patton, he suddenly felt all the weight of his body being supported on his two asleep and weak legs. Without the support or mental ability to keep himself standing, he let himself fall, not even bothering to try and protect or catch himself.

But instead of hitting the floor, he felt warm arms encase him instead and distantly heard a strangled shout of, "DEE!" from somewhere in the room.

Maybe it was the warmth of the person holding him, or maybe it was the sudden summon, but Deceit could feel his eyelids droop closed and he passed out in mere seconds, still being held up by the warm side.

At least he could finally sleep.

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"But I don't mind being single!" Thomas exclaimed. Throwing his arms out to the side and looking at Roman.

He hadn't meant to summon Deceit, though with the obvious lie it didn't pass the other sides that he would most likely appear.

They hadn't been expecting Deceit to appear and for him to immediately pass out into Patton's arms.

"DEE!" Patton shouted as he caught him, gasping as he made contact.

"He's freezing!" he whispered, his wide eyes starting to fill with tears.

No one said anything else for a moment as they took in what was happening.

Thomas lied, Deceit appeared in sweatpants and a t-shirt(something they'd never seen him in before), he instantly collapses, Patton catches him and he is now unresponsive and apparently freezing.

"Whaaaat is happening?" Thomas said, turning his eyes from the unconscious Deceit to Logan who seemed to finally be processing the situation.

"Well Thomas, I believe that Deceit is currently unconscious and being held up solely by Patton. I can figure out more after we place Deceit down. Roman, could you place Deceit on the couch?"

"Wha-oh, yeah sure." Roman said, moving forward to pick Deceit up bridal style. He carried him over to the couch and placed him down. Patton gently picked up Deceit's head and sat down, letting his head rest in his lap as he ran his fingers through Deceit's knotted locks.

Logan walked over and kneeled next to the couch, picking up Deceit's hand and feeling his own eyes widen in response as he took note of how cold he was, along with the bruises that littered up and down his arm.

"Virgil, could you go to Patton's room and grab as many of his blankets as you can? Grab the heated blanket from your room, too." Logan directed and Virgil immediately sunk out.

Logan pushed his glasses up his nose and started to inspect the bruises on Deceit's arm.

There was a mix of old and more recent ones and they covered his arms, making his skin patchy and uneven. Logan went to go check his pulse but stopped, remembering that they didn't actually have a pulse.

He gently placed his arm back down and reached out for the other one, noticing more bruises of the same magnitude and many thin, red and white lines that ran horizontally up and down his arm all the way to his shoulder. Some were old scars, but many more seemed a lot more recent, dried blood still surrounding the wounds.

When Patton noticed this, he let out a choked sob and tears started to fall down his face as he covered his mouth with his hand.

"Oh my god." Thomas whispered and Roman simply looked away, feeling bad for staring.

Logan himself felt his own emotions begin to bubble up inside him, mostly shock. He had enough knowledge to know that these were definitely self inflicted wounds. The bruises probably were, too.

How long had Deceit been doing this to himself?

Virgil returned shortly with his heated blanket, along with four of Patton's fluffiest blankets.

He started to walk over to the couch, but stuttered for a second when he saw Patton with tears streaming down his face.

"Wh-what's wrong?" Virgil asked as he approached, afraid for what was wrong with the trait that used to be his best and only friend. Not that the others knew that bit of information.

Thomas and Roman both jumped, but Logan just kept holding onto Deceit's arm, staring at the cuts. Trying to make sense of it.

Thomas spoke first.

"Uh, well... Deceit doesn't seem too well off..." he said, looking away from Virgil and back to the unconscious trait.

Virgil felt his anxiety skyrocket as he took the final steps forward and was finally able to see what everyone was looking at.

Virgil's eyes went wide as he processed the sight before him.

Deceit, once his friend and one of the strongest sides within Thomas, was... was...

Virgil let out a choked laugh as his own tears made their way slowly down his cheeks.

Dropping the blankets where he stood, he took off his hoodie and walked over to the couch.

With some help from Patton, they succeeded in wrapping Virgil's hoodie around the unconscious figure and put his arms through the sleeves as delicately as possible.

By this point, Logan was able to repress his initial shock and set to work with plugging in the heated blanket and began to cover Deceit with all the blankets Virgil had collected.

As everyone stood around the sleeping figure in complete silence, one thought was shared by all of them in continuity.

What happened to Deceit?