Pete just lay on the couch, staring at the door. The house had two big windows in the front room, they let in a lot of light and normally he'd open them instead of turning a light on. But it was beginning to get to be twilight, "Mickey?"
"Yeah," Mikhail had a bottle of vodka and was watching a game on TV.
"Can you close the windows please?"
"Pete, it's hot in here!" Mikhail whined.
"Mikhail, just do it! You can turn on a fan."
"What's gotten into you?" Mikhail complained as he got up and closed them for him.
Pete sulked and stole Mik's bottle, drinking about half of it.
"Hey?" Mik stared, "What gives?"
"I'm having a bad day."
Mikhail scoffed and grabbed another bottle. "Just don't drink it all."
"Why not, you have another one now. And it's not like you don't have an endless supply hidden everywhere."
Mik glared. "Yeah, that I paid for!"
"Well stop being such a spoiled brat and share!" Pete glared back.
"Well stop acting like a jerk all of a sudden!" Mik huffed.
"You act like one all the time!" Pete drank.
Mik just watched him. "Did Lonnie die or something?"
"Why would you say that!" Pete gasped.
"Because you're acting weird!"
Pete just turned on his side and sulked, "I don't know." Mikhail grumbled and sat next to him. Col sighed and leaned against him.
Mik put an arm around him. "You need to relax."
"I'm sorry. I'm trying to, but I keep getting this cold feeling."
"Well, you ARE made of metal," Mik smirked.
"I'm serious."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know. I just get this chilling feeling. And it just makes me feel terrified."
Mik stroked his hair, "Oh Petey, are you having nightmares again? That hasn't happened since we were younger."
"No, it's not. I was wide awake and it was day."
He felt his forehead. "Do you have a fever?"
Peye took his hand, "I'm not sick."
Mik looked at him and nodded. "I'm just making sure. What do you think it is?"
"I don't know. It moved fast and its body was white. And it had a mask."
"Wait, you think it's a person?"
"I don't know what it was!"
Mik kept rubbing his head. "Well, tell me what you think."
"I don't know!" Pete whined into him.
Mikhail kissed his head. "Don't worry, I'm here." He hadn't seen his brother like this in a while; it was reminding him of when they were kids. The good old days when the older took care of the younger.
Col whimpered and leaned on him.
"Why don't we just get some sleep?"
He nodded and went to the room to change. There was a loud crash and commotion before Piotr rushed out of the room to a corner in the front room, holding his head.
"Pete?" Mik looked at him in alarm.
"It's in there!" Col sobbed in the corner.
Mik went into the room and looked around. "Pete, there's nothing in here..."
"There is! It was in there! On the dresser! Staring at me!"
Mikhail took him to his room. "See for yourself."
"NO!" Pete pulled away and went back to the front room.
Mik sighed. "Why don't you sleep in my room tonight?"
Col sobbed and nodded.
Mickey guided him to his room and closed the curtains so his brother wouldn't panic. Col whimpered and looked around. "You're safe," Mik assured him. Pete sniffed and watched his brother, as he closed the door.
"Stay here, I'm just going to get your pajamas, ok?"
"No! Please don't leave me!" Pete begged.
"Well you didn't want to go to your room!" Mik got frustrated.
Col sobbed and hugged him, "Please don't leave me! It'll come back!"
Mik sighed. "Fine, sleep in those clothes. But if you start to smell I'm pushing you in the shower." Pete lay down. "Now just relax." He whimpered and hugged him, staying close as possible.
Mikhail groaned, it was too hot for this. He wished he could open a window.
"We could sleep in front," Pete suggested, "With the conditioning."
"You wouldn't mind?" Pete shook his head. "Ok, let's go there."
