Grey

Chapter 4 - Collapse

Every stitch had to be perfect. For her. For his pride and joy. Maybe it was dumb, maybe he was just lonely, but this plush snake meant everything to him. She was there for him through everything, she put up with him. And apparently just that is a lot to ask for. Each stitch was painstaking, pricking himself repeatedly in the dim room. His hands shook from exhaustion, the sun beginning to rise as he worked. He worked to make it seem like she had never been mangled by his filthy hands. Perfect. Pristine.

He could barely keep his eyes open when he finished, his vision blurring. His throat hurt and eyes burned from crying, unsure when he had stopped. His body felt weak. His arms numb, his hands cramping. Deceit managed to pull Joy close against his body before allowing himself to crash to the floor. He doesn't remember hitting the floor

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"Gooooood morning world! Your favorite prince is awake- huh?" Roman paused his greeting, finding resistance with his doorknob. He peered to the outside of his door to find a gift waiting for him. His eyes lit up up with awe and utter joy.

"What's this?" Despite his excitement, he whispered in a hush tone. He gently pulled out the small but detailed doll, thoroughly appreciating its intricacy.

"All this for me? I HAVE to find out who made thing and thank him. The sheer creativity rivals with me!"

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When consciousness returned to him, the sun was beginning to set. His eyes fluttered open, a soft yawn escaping him. Despite sleeping on the floor, most of his pain had faded. Deceit, still holding Joy close, slowly sat up, his vision swirling a bit as he did. He rubbed his eyes and then pressed his face against Joy.

"Thank you,,," he mumbled, not entirely sure why. For everything, he guessed. Deceit dragged himself to his feet, still bleary eyed.

"Who should we make next, Joy? Logan?" He inquired to the unresponsive room.

"I just feel... that maybe he doesn't get enough credit. I feel a little bad I didn't give him a role, but he would of made my fun a lot shorter." Deceit looked through his materials.

"My fun was short as it was, it feels so long ago already. But the pain's still fresh." He mumbled, picking at the fabrics. He dug out only the most sophisticated clothes for Logan. At least this doll would have less tiny details. His poor pricked up fingers needed a rest from all that.

"Logan logan logan..." he murmured as he sprawled the supplies across the floor. His mind tried to crawl back to the events of the night before, but deceit shut it out. He had work to do and distract himself from that.

(If I suddenly stop updating, there is a good chance I'm just forgetting to post here.)