Mm, I'm quite good at keeping this updating schedule. :D I've never updated this regularly before.
Sloth – Roger
He slumped against the side of the ship, closing his eyes. Everything was going wrong. His littleun wasn't speaking to him or listening to anything he said – the kid must have witness what happened last night. Ralph had witnessed last night.
A dozen angel-Simons could pop down at this moment and he wouldn't care. He just wanted to sleep, he just wanted to sleep until the end of time.
That would be a good way to die. In your sleep. Not like Simon's…
Roger hadn't seen Simon at all today. Maybe it was because of what had happened last night.
Maybe Simon was scared.
Isolation – Ralph
"I will kill you. That's a threat. If you tell anyone, it's a promise."
Roger's words echoed through his mind. He couldn't tell anyone that he'd seen Jack and Roger closer than two boys should ever be last night. Roger would kill him. There was no doubt about it.
Things had been going better for a while. But then he'd decided to get a breath of fresh air, and walked in on Jack and Roger... Jack and Roger kissing.
It was just disturbing.
Fantasy – Samneric
They hadn't slept very well last night, so they were sleeping now. They shared their dreams as they shared their thoughts; clear as day.
In this dream, they were in a forest that looked much like the forest on the island. They instinctively shrunk together, finding the familiar warmth the other's hand gave.
"Samneric? What are you doing here? Did you die, too?"
That was Simon. The pair whirled around the face the dead boy.
He looked exactly the same as they'd last seen him, innocent and serene and happy. Behind him stood Bill and a boy they didn't know, a boy with an awful crack in his forehead. The hands clutched each other's tighter.
"No-" Sam started.
"We fell asleep."
Simon looked confused. "But only dead people – dead people from the island come here. There's me and Bill and Piggy – sorry, Christopher, and a bunch of littleuns-"
"That's Piggy?" the two chorused, staring at the boy with the crack in his head. The boy nodded, and the two shuddered. Then they realized something. "Isn't Maurice here?"
It was Bill who answered this time. "No. Only me and a bunch of littleuns died in the fire. I think he's still on the island."
Sam and Eric looked at each other, their horror mirrored on their brother's face. "He's still there."
Torture – Percival Wymes Madison
The demon was acting odd. Something had happened last night; Percival didn't know what, but the fair-haired one sent more wary glanced toward the demon, who had been sleeping almost all day.
Percival himself was still struggling with the want to go back to the old ways, the ways of crying and innocence and a clear mind. But he didn't really want to go back to the old ways, it was just his mind telling him he did.
His mind was wrong.
Completely wrong.
Sword – Simon
"I can't get into his dreams. He's put a wall around them," Simon said, sighting. Piggy – Christopher's forehead wrinkled in confusion, wrinkling around that awful crack.
"How'd Samneric get here?" he asked, speaking slowly. Simon shrugged.
"They've got… the… I think the bond between them is strong enough to… to get in here when they sleep. Do twins normally dream together?"
Piggy shook his head. Bill, who had been silent since Samneric's invasion of their world, spoke up. "What you need is a sword or something. Something that could cut through the block."
Simon nodded, his teeth digging into his lower lip. A sword or something. There was probably a sword around here somewhere; anything you could ever want was here."
"I-I know where a sword is," the littleun with the mulberry birthmark said softly. All three boys jumped. They hadn't known he was here. "Johnny has one."
Rainbow – Maurice
It had rained all night and most of the day, only now letting up. Maurice stepped out from under the rock and grinned. Really, it wasn't so bad here. He'd been sick yesterday from all that raw fish, but he figured if he ate it in moderation he'd be fine.
Bananas and raw fish for the rest of his life. Wasn't that lovely?
Of course, there was the slim chance that he would be rescued. But, even though he was generally optimistic, Maurice knew that it was a very, very slim-
Was that a plane?
It was a plane, criss-crossing over the rainbow! Maurice scrambled up Castle Rock to stand at the top
(to stand where Roger had pushed the rock on Piggy, oh god)
and waved his arms. The plane was moving weirdly, like it was-
Like it was going to crash.
Want – Jack Merridew
He didn't know how Roger was so calm. Both of them – both of them and Samneric – had slept the entire day, and now they were all up on the deck. And Roger was so calm.
At the time, he'd wanted the kiss to happen. But it was wrong, it was just another sin to his evergrowing list. And the worst thing was, he wanted to do it again. He wanted to touch Roger, he wanted to touch Roger again so badly, but he couldn't with the twins here. He wished the twins would leave, but even with their natural aversion to Roger, he couldn't see that happening any time soon.
And when Roger fell asleep, slumped against Jack, it was all Jack could do to not molest him.
…
Just kidding.
And when Roger fell asleep, slumped against Jack, the twins finally left, leaving the pair in glorious silence.
Jack has been taken over by hormones. xP And he ships Jack x Roger, too. So does Roger.
But, anyway, I hope you enjoyed. :D
And I have a feeling this will be getting weird soon.
If it isn't already really weird already.
I'll stop now.