A nice change

Not a Petekey fic, but happy (very belated) Forth of July

⚠️Trigger warnings: blood, death, dead body, past trauma⚠️

⚠️Alva sighed as they looked around the room. It still wasn't decorated but Emerson and Sebastian were taking them, Shadow, and Autumn to the mall the next day for various reasons including buying stuff for 'their' room. They had met 'Uncle' Sebastian yesterday when he stopped by with Remington to ask Emerson could take care of Shadow and Autumn for a few days while they would be on a business trip in a few weeks. They only called him Uncle because Shadow also did and they didn't even consider Remington to be their dad. Shadow also had to explain that they were adopted with little remorse for their birth parents when Viola and Alva had gotten confused when they mentioned Remington by his first name. Apparently their lack of parents wasn't really an open wound for them, Alva wished they could be that lucky. They didn't want to forget her mom's smiles or the kiss on the head she gave Alva every night before bed, but all those memories were tainted and replaced with the bloodied body she found on the bathroom floor.

No. Don't think. Not that, oh please not that.

Their silent begging did nothing against the intrusive thought, so they shakily gathered the strength to grab their phone and open the group chat Viola had made for the four of them. It was currently called 'DESERT not dessert' after Autumn had named it 'dessert cult'. The last messages had been everyone saying their good nights. They probably don't want to be waken up by me, besides what am I going to say? They decided to get a glass of water and spend the next few hours on YouTube until their mind went numb (like it could ever be when they saw their mom every time they closed their eyes) and their eyes hurt. They tried to stay quiet, not wanting to wake Emerson, but when they walked into the hall they realized the door near Emerson's room was standing ajar. The past few days they had been staying with Emerson it had been closed. Their sleep deprived curiosity caused them to walk though the door and into the bathroom behind it. It was covered ceiling to floor in drawings and the artist responsible was standing in the shower, adding to the sketches with a fine-tipped sharpie. So lost was Emerson in his own mad-man scribbles he didn't notice Alva had entered the world he had made until they made a confused noise. He probably was startled but he didn't show it as he offered his child a smile and a soft 'hey'.⚠️

"Did you do all of this?"

"Yeah," His voice was quiet and unfazed. It was like talking to a ghost. Not that Alva felt any less dead themself.

"You're a really amazing artist."

"Thank you, I thought you already went to bed."

"I did but I couldn't sleep."

"Been thinking?"

"Yeah."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really."

"Well you can stay up with me if you want."

"Sure, do you want to tell me about all of this?" They gestured to the four walls around the not-quite-yet a family and with a smile he offered he put a hand on their shoulder and explained his world Obsidian to her.

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A/N:This may not be a Petekey fic, but I'd like to say: which way did Pete go? Pete Wentz Mikey Way.

(I'm sorry I'm leaving now)