Forgive and Forget [GOING THROUGH REWRITE]

Time to Talk

Blumiere shut the door behind him and they both stared at each other. He was screeching internally because He didn't want to be in the same room with him. Blumiere propped his scepter up against the wall at the entrance, then went and sat on the chair next to the bed. If He scooted away any further, He'd fall in between the wall and the bed.

They looked away from each other awkwardly, glancing at each other every so often. Not one single sound was made by either of them, the room was eerily quiet. Some time passed, about 10 minutes or so, when Blumiere finally spoke up.

"How... are you feeling?"

No response.

"Do you still feel dizzy?"

Once again, no response. Only a nervous jester, trying to break eye contact. Blumiere sighed and shook his head. He stood up and moved to sit on the bed. He screeched quietly, and scooted away again, proceeding to fall in between the bed and wall. He let out an 'oof' and tried to squirm His way out, though all attempts were futile. He groaned softly, and hesitantly stuck out a hand.

"Help? Please?"

Blumiere looked over at the troubled jester and chuckled.

"Why don't you teleport, hmm?"

"Believe me, I've tried, before I was even forced back into this place. I'm too damn tired to."

Blumiere pulled on His hand and helped Him back onto the bed, and He immediately sat at the foot of it, earning a quiet sigh from him. He leaned against the wall on the other side of the bed and stared at Him.

"I know you don't want me in here, and I don't want you here either. But please, stay until you are well, for we both know you are not."

He looked over at Blumiere again, and turned His body towards him, though still looking down at the bed. He absolutely refused to make eye contact, too afraid of his paralyzing stares. But, to get him to leave, He would indeed speak.

"Why can't I just leave now? I don't want to even be in this place again. I don't feel comfortable here anymore."

"I'm not saying that you cannot leave, I'm saying that Timpani will hunt you down and bring you back. Persistent, isn't she?"

He nodded, looking out the window across the room. He was so tempted to just push Blumiere out of the way, smash the window, and run. He wanted to run as far as possible, to a place where His face and name were not known. He wanted to travel to the snowiest place in the world. He wanted to feel the mauve blood stain the sn--

"Dimentio!" Blumiere barked again, shaking Him. It was the fifth time Blumiere had called out to Him. He jumped, looking up at him and trying to push his hands off. "Are you alright? You were shaking like there's no tomorrow!" Blumiere whisper-shouted, moving his hands to His shoulders. He stared at Him with a worried frown as He continued to tremble, His hands crossed around where His arms would be.

He looked up at Blumiere, where his nose would be, and nodded once again. "I'm fine."

'I'm fine.'

'I'm fine.'

The words rang through Blumiere's mind like a death bell counting another passing. Blumiere shook his head and embraced Dimentio without his permission, not caring how he wriggled under his grip.

"Dimentio, don't lie to me! If you need someone to talk to, we are all here, no matter how much you've done us wrong. Especially Timpani, she'll look after you like a mother."

Dimentio looked up, the constant smile on his mask had faltered. He pushed off Blumiere's hands and sat up straight.

"Alright, alright! Please, just stop touching me."

Blumiere sat up as well.

"As you wish, Dimentio. Rest, you're going with Timpani into the Mushroom Kingdom tomorrow."

"Oh, don't remind me."

Blumiere looked back at Dimentio with grief, and finally left the room, shutting the door behind him.

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