This is very ooc.
Trigger warnings; panic attacks, mentioned alcohol use, strong language.
This is unedited, please review!
You told yourself you would become a better guardian for Dave. You would become his support system, his anchor in the new world. It worked at first, you stopped bringing new people home every night, you stopped leaving for weeks without saying anything. But eventually you caved. You had just spent years in a dream bubble and you wanted to go out. You wanted to live alittle.
You still had to work, that was a given. You were back to not having enough money to support the two of you. It was easier now that Dave hardly ate anything but that still left heating, rent, internet, the whole works. You're pretty sure Dave would lose it if the internet went out for more than 10 minutes. He was always talking to his friends on the computer. So you were required to go out to the run down club every night to make a living.
The first night back to work was weird. Everyone greeted you like they had seen you yesterday. Then it hit you, from their perspective they had seen you yesterday. You remember thinking 'This is really fucked up.' As the night progressed things continued to be somewhat unsettling. You just couldn't stop thinking about how none of these people would be drunk and dancing like idiots in this shitty little bar without Dave. Without your kid who was sleeping alone in a dingy apartment. None of these people knew anything about the game or the meteors, they were blissfully ignorant. It was like the whole world was just- back.
When you got home that night you peeked your head into Dave's room. He never shuts his door, you don't exactly know why but you never ask about it. To your relief he was sleeping peacefully in his bed. It seemed as if he didn't notice your absence.
Going to work soon became routine and you needed to get out. You were just getting so restless! You started staying at the clubs alittle later. Maybe you would talk to one of the semi-attractive people who came up to you. Maybe talking would evolve into something more and before you know it the sun is up and you're not home.
So that brings you to this moment. This moment where you're standing outside your apartment in the early morning hungover as all hell. Your head pounds while you struggle to unlock the door. When you walk inside all the lights are off and it's oddly quiet. It's helps your head a bit but it puts a uneasy feeling in your stomach. You should probably check on Dave.
You find him in his room, just as you expected. He's sitting on his bed and looking out the window. He's looks lost and dejected, you wonder how long he's been awake and sitting there.
"Dave?" Your voice is gruff from your earlier bout of post-drunken heaving. You needed water but that would come later, Dave first. He looks at you and some sort of recognition flashes across his face.
"Bro…" He looks at his hands and then out the window again. His eyes shine a bit in the light and your heart feels like it's been crushed. You let him down.
"Are you okay?" You're still standing in his doorway, probably looking sick as hell. Not in a good way either. You have to hold onto the wall to keep you steady and you 100% smell like sweat and alcohol. You really are a shitty guardian.
"Yeah. I think I got confused for a minute there. But it's alright now." You're not too sure what that means, but you don't think it's good. What did he get confused about?
"Are you sure?" It's obvious Dave doesn't want to talk but you ask anyways.
"I'm cool now, don't worry about it." His voice is so small while he refuses to meet your eyes. You fucked up. You know you fucked up.
"Dave…"
"I'm going to sleep. G'night Bro." And with that he burrows into his pile of blankets and pillows. After a few minutes, once you know he's asleep, you leave. You stumble to your room to nurse your hangover and drown in a pool of guilt.
Alot of things have changed. Some parts of the world are just different now. You can't explain it, but you're sure this is not the world you left behind. John, Jade, and Rose agree with you. They think that something is just alittle off, but it really only seems to affect you four. Bro is settling back into life, Dadbert and Rose's mom have apparently done the same. But you just can't help the feeling that you don't belong.
You still have your god tier powers. You're not sure how or why, but you do. You promised yourself you wouldn't use them. Nobody needs another dead Dave, especially you. It turns out you're the only one with god tier still, probably because you didn't die in the last battle. The logic of the game still confuses you. But now you're the only one who has god tier and you don't know what that means about your mortality. You try not to think about it, it makes you anxious.
Bro has been around alot lately, he seems to be worried about you. You think it should bother you but it doesn't. You like it more than you're willing to admit. The fact that he's paying attention to you makes you so happy it's shameful. You try not to be too clingy, because if you're too clingy he'll probably get annoyed with you.
But it's so hard! It's so hard not to cling to him and make sure he's there. That he's alive and this isn't some fucked up long ass dream. A lot of the time you forget he's back, probably because you use to hammer the idea that he was gone into your head. And when you see him it's makes you realize he really is here and it gets to be too much again.
You're overwhelmed alot.
You wake up from an uneasy rest at 3:41 AM. Like any other night you get up to see if Bro is back from work. He usually gets home and looks into your room at about 1 AM. He doesn't know it wakes you up but you don't care, knowing he's home gives you a sense of security.
You look into his room and find it empty. You begin to search the apartment, looking in the bathroom and living room in hopes of locating him. The longer you look the less things make sense. You're starting to think maybe Bro left you.
He wouldn't do that though. He loves you. Right? He does, at least you think so. You go back to your room and sit on the bed. Your mind goes fuzzy as you listen to the sounds of the city. The honking of horns and police sirens fill the space and you lose yourself in it. You think maybe Bro was never here in the first place. Your mind was just playing some sick joke on you and now it's over.
You're alone in this new world and Bro is dead. Your bro is dead, never coming back because Jack Noir put a shitty sword through his chest. You don't want to be alone. You can't do this alone.
You panic for a good while, not quite able to stop. Sitting on your bed you shutter and cry, trying to convince yourself that everything is fine. Everything will be alright. After you've regained control of yourself you stare out the window again. It's 5 AM, the birds are chirping and the sun is rising. Then you hear the front door open and close.
You're confused again. Who would be coming into your apartment? You should probably be flipping out but you can't bring yourself to care. After a few moments Bro appears in your door frame. He says your name and you realize he's here. Bro is alive and back and you're not alone. You're pretty sure in the midst of your thinking you say his name. He asks if you're alright. You weren't before but you are now.
"Yeah. I think I got confused for a minute there. But it's alright now." You know he doesn't understand you. You just don't think you can explain that you thought he had left you and/or was never here in the first place. He looks guilty enough as it is.
"Are you alright?" See, this is what's weird about new Bro. He acts like he cares, he really does. He makes sure you're actually fine before he leaves. You're not too sure what to make of it.
"I'm cool now, don't worry about it." You say this as you stare at the floor. You aren't being convincing at all.
"Dave…" He sounds so concerned. You feel bad for making worry about you. It was really a dumb reason to wig out and have a panic attack but you couldn't help it. You have some serious attachment issues.
"I'm going to sleep. G'night Bro." You're tired but you also want him to stop asking questions. You climb back into bed, closing your eyes. You drift off peacefully knowing Bro won't leave you until you're fully asleep. Bro won't leave you.