The Impossible Death

CHAPTER 10 - DISCOVRED

After Deceit finally calmed down, he realized what predicament he was in now.

They all saw him break down. Patton was hugging him after helping him.

Deceit still couldn't speak.

He mentally cursed himself. Because he couldn't keep himself together, now he had to find a way out of this new issue.

He might have been able to explain away the earlier nightmare, maybe even his body to a degree, but now?

Now they definitely thought something was wrong, and he wasn't fully sure what to do about that.

Slowly backing out of Patton's hug, he took a few steps back and fixed his clothing and wiping his tears away.

Patton said nothing as he did this, but his mouth went into a small frown as Deceit looked back up with his cold mask back in place.

"Dee, you don't have to-" he started, but Deceit held up a single finger and Patton stopped.

Walking over to his desk, Deceit grabbed a pen and paper and wrote:

'patton, it's fine. this just happens after a nightmare sometimes. i'm fine.'

He handed Patton the note.

Taking the note and reading it, Patton's frown deepened and he looked up at Deceit again.

"Stop it." he said, somewhat sternly which took Deceit by surprise. "You are not okay, Dee. If you were okay, you wouldn't be living like this." he continued, gesturing around the messy room and finishing with the blood stained sheets.

"You-" Patton's voice cracked as tears sprang into his eyes. "You wouldn't be doing what you're doing."

Deceit looked down and pulled at his sleeves, but Patton wasn't done.

"So, please Dee. Just, come back up. Be honest with us. We all want to help you."

Deceit wished his throat would just open up and let him speak so that he could try and explain his side.

He was fine. He didn't think he was being dishonest when he said so. He just knew that he lived his life differently than the others. He knew they would react this way if they found out.

He knew things would change if they knew. He hated change. He hated being focused on.

He just wanted to be alone. That was all he really wanted.

He felt exhausted. Too many people, too much panicking, too much everything.

He just wanted to take another nap, even though he only woke up maybe an hour before.

Scribbling on another piece of paper, he wrote:

'can we wait until i get my voice back at least? i just want to take a nap, i'm tired after all of this.'

Reading the note, Patton's face softened slightly and he nodded.

"Sure Dee. I..." he stopped and bit his lip as he thought about his next words.

"Do you mind if I send Virgil down first? He feels really bad about what happened." Patton said, running a hand up and down his forearm.

Deceit loosened up a bit and nodded with a slight smile.

Sure, Virgil had scared him, but he still felt more comfortable around him than any other side.

Patton perked right back up and clasped his hands behind his back as he smiled happily.

"Great! He'll be here in a sec!" he waved as he sunk out and Deceit couldn't help but wave back.

Once Patton was gone, Deceit quickly changed into his pyjamas from earlier, but this time he added a hoodie on top to hide his arms.

As he was picking up his sheets to put them back on his bed, he couldn't help but scrunch up his nose at the smell of old blood that filled his senses.

Maybe he should change his sheets.

Snapping his fingers, he was a bit disheartened when the sheets didn't disappear.

Frowning, he tried again with the same result.

He was more tired than he thought, apparently.

"Dee." he heard from behind him and he turned to see Virgil standing awkwardly in the center of his room.

He began to ask how long he'd been there, but when his mouth produced no sound, Virgil chuckled.

"Don't worry, Patton told me you couldn't speak." he said, holding up and waving an object before tossing it to Deceit.

He fumbled as he caught it, nearly dropping it, but felt a small smile break across his face as he looked down at the old and battered laser pointer.

'thanks,' Deceit said in morse code, pointing the pointer at the floor as he clicked the word out.

Virgil smiled and shrugged.

"No problem. You left it in my room a few years ago."

Deceit nodded and turned back to his bed, giving the covers an annoyed glare, when suddenly the blood stained sheets were replaced with clean and fresh ones.

Deceit's eyes widened in shock and he turned around to give Virgil a questioning look.

Virgil simply shrugged again, not saying anything, but Deceit knew that he probably saw him struggling earlier.

Deciding not to press him, Deceit simply crawled into his bed and curled up underneath.

Virgil swayed side to side a bit, not sure if he should leave or not, and Deceit patted the empty side of his bed.

Virgil gave a small smile and walked over to stand next to the bed.

Deceit just rolled his eyes and patted the bed again, an obvious sign for Virgil to just get into the bed and stop being so awkward about it.

Finally relenting, Virgil slowly slid under the covers and Deceit scooted closer to him and curled into his chest, too emotionally tired to even care about how he appeared.

After all, they already thought something was wrong. Why should he care about what they thought anyway?

In a few days time, they'd probably go back to ignoring him. Might as well enjoy the attention while he had it.