Trip Down Memory Lane

Role Playing Games chapter 5

Hello! I am so sorry for not updating this story. Between school, ISSMA, state ISSMA, large group ISSMA, all the ISSMAs, and the 2 stage shows I am currently starring in, I haven't found much time to continue this story. I will try to post at least every two weeks from now on. Sorry for the wait and I hope you enjoy this juicy chapter! (don't use juicy in that context (or ever))

T.W. vomit, intrusive thoughts, Remus, and inappropriate dialogue

Patton's POV

My eyes flutter open, not giving me a chance to see any of my surroundings. I groan in pain as I use my left hand to feel around for my glasses. My fingertips then hit their plastic rims and I grab them as my fingers fumble with the framing. As I pinch my fingertips, I put on my glasses and blink a couple of times to adjust to the new sights.

The room had black paint and painted on stars. I had no idea where I was or what I was doing. My heart started picking up, thinking I was kid-napped by Deceit or Remus like in the dream I had last night. But then when I am ready to cry I turn over and see a navy blue recliner with an exhausted Logan sleeping peacefully with his glasses tilted off his face a little.

Did he look peaceful, and kinda... cute? I mean, of course, he would look cute to me. He is one of my children! I didn't want to disturb him by any means. It has been a good month since he was on his normal sleeping schedule. We have been so worried about him. My precious little nerd was so adorable, so I decided to go back to my room. I was originally going to make breakfast, but I wasn't particularly hungry. So in that case, I have made the choice to skip this meal.

I was too tired to muster the strength to teleport to my room, so I made the long journey by the hallway to my blue door. I tried to remember all that happened the night before. All I remember is the smell of popcorn and Logan and a pillow I have never used before.

I realize I don't remember much because my dreams took over my thoughts.

I get to my room and flop back into my bed. Nothing good has happened within the last year so I decide to go to my shelves to pick out a good family scrapbook to look through for now. Looking back reminds me that I have hope. That since I once was happy, I could be happy again.

     I start with a scrapbook with all of the pictures of Thomas from family gatherings. Even if we didn't physically take a picture, the mindscape computer system keeps saved files of moments where one of the sides was being most active.

     Like there were tons and tons of scrapbooks of when Thomas was in plays because Roman was the most charged during those perfectly prized periods. There was also a wagon full of scrapbooks from important study sessions and quizzes Thomas has taken because Logan was most charged then.

     I flipped open the book, looking at photographs of Thomas and his family. How I love his family. His mom and dad took very good care of him and he would never be able to repay them enough. His brother, though annoying as a child, was one of the greatest things to happen to him. I look up and somehow, there was a copy of 2005's "Just Like Heaven" just sitting on the bed.

     I got a sudden flashback to the nightmares that Thomas have had regarding killing his brother. My headache grew stronger and the knot in my stomach grew. I ran to the bathroom as fast as I could slamming the door behind me. As I threw up, it felt like all my guts were coming out and once again, he wouldn't be able to let these intrusive thoughts go. Half because you can't force them out, and also because Remus was right behind me.

     "Hello, Padre! I see that you aren't feeling too well." I went to the sink and cleaned my face off as well as I could. It is really hard to see the Duke is acting "off" because he was so unpredictable, but he seemed to not be himself in the most Remus way of doing that.

     "I..." He seemed to gag a bit, which was odd. Was he gagging at the barf? Remus loved stomach bugs like this just so he can collect the vomit in a plastic bag. "I... I... see that..." He kept trying to talk, looking at the toilet and stopping, and that is when he stopped the get-up and turned into a queasy Deceit.

    I flushed the toilet, hoping that it would help, but it was too late. He also leaned over the toilet and threw up. I took a wet towel and put it against his forehead as I brushed back his hair and shushing him, hoping it would calm him down. After he was done with his fit, he tried to act as nothing happened and regain the composer. I wouldn't let him get sick slip past my thoughts that quickly.

     "Are you feeling well, Deceit?" He looked up uncomfortably as if he was embarrassed that he had to be asked that question. "Yes, I just have a weak stomach when it comes to vomit and other things in that nature." I was about to just let him slip away when so many questions started swirling in my head. I needed at least three of them answered.

   "Why where you impersonating Remus? Couldn't you just ask him to litigate me for you? He would have done it, I'm sure." Deceit tried to speak but had a coughing fit instead. I lifted up the toilet seat, in case he was going to blow again, but he slowly calmed himself. I handed him a bottle of water and he took it forcefully and chugged the whole thing before throwing the bottle in the trash and answering my question.

    " It is all apart of the role-playing games. When I see a chance to tug at someone's heartstrings or cause cautious, I will jump at that opportunity. I got the memo that you were thinking about Thomas's brother and I sent up a copy of "Just Like Heaven" to throw you off guard. I didn't know that throwing you off guard meant that you would be getting sick, otherwise I would have gladly sent up Remus."

     "Did somebody say, Remus?!?!" The Duke appeared from inside the toilet bowl and hanging off the edge from the inside as if he was using it to rest his arms while in a hot tub.

     "Hey Tweetle Dumb, I was just instigating our favorite source of sorrow. If you want, I can leave you to do what you want with our delightful, dreary, doubtful, dad." Remus sank down further into the toilet, "Naw, I'm good for now Dee. He looks like he already shattered, I wouldn't be much help here. You can keep at it." The Duke reached up and flushed the toilet, and down he went with the chunks of Deceit's dinner. 

     "Well don't want to pester you. If Sir Diarrhea thinks that you broke enough, then that is probably the best finish line to stop at. I will be back though."

     And with that, the snake sunk down to be back when Patton was in the position for his torture.

Thank you so much for reading! Hope you had a great Valentine's Day. Until the next chapter, do your best!