(AN: While your enthusiasm is much appreciated Plasma, it frightens me how similar they all are. Next time you should totally add an extra unnecessary letter somewhere!
Ok all kidding aside; I am looking for one of them beta readers or at least someone who can tell me how the system works [I am -3 tech savvy] and felt I should share this, now let me shut up and let you enjoy this accidentally ran away from me chapter!)
WARNING FOR SELF HARM. Actually this brings up a point; everything i wrote in this chapter i have seen in E 10 rated works but if you feel it is to intense for a K+ rating i am more then happy to change it.
Chapter 11 - Pat is a Sad Sack
That poor child missed out of talking to his dearest friend yet again. Oh how it adds to his frustration!
Now he himself does not show it out side of a mere huff and…internal signs of disappointment. His other side who popped out once fooled me into thinking that he was a lot more of a behind your back angry person, but I caught on quick to his being!
A huge surge of brain activity, complete hormonal shifts, usually ruins something he was trying so hard to do finish or get…
Quite a fascinating bunch!
After several scans my favorite immediate suspicion was dashed; the one known as Rey is not a parasitic twin. A shame! I was so excited to say I knew one! Two? Heehee! But a dissociative is just as neat! Though Rey, even with the separate name, does not like to be considered separate.
To deny one's own existence! Most consider themselves more than humans when they do this! But he just wants to be one! Truly marvelous!
Though it's quite sad they do not mesh well. Pat was worried when the Teeny Tiny child was hurt, and worried much and was very uncomfortable taking the seat of the Large Ancient one.
But Rey did not care. He was snide and obviously took great pleasure from taking his spot, putting his feet up, and…taunting Poor Pat about his concerns!
Riveting!
When school ended he got on the bus, he's very cheerful when Geo is there but now when he's left alone with Rey…
…
I'm a happy being. I'm an optimistic being. I'm a very friendly sort. I'd love to do nothing now then to brother up with him and save him but…no it's too early yet. I simply can't.
But he's not well.
Stress is quiet visible in the mind. And that's….that's too much. Too much for him. I've been watching and this…
This is wrong.
It's very late; it's always very late when he gets here. He always takes the time to breathe in deeply, enjoy the flowers, the sights, the people; he enjoys the dream of this island before facing its nightmare. But not today….today he marched in without a second look.
I was made for the most extreme vacuums of space to the very innermost areas of the earth's core. I can live anywhere I want. But I'm fairly sure it's beyond unhealthy for humans to live in the junkyard. The machines that search do not cover this deep into it, and no matter how good the recycling and the scanners and searchers are there are still many a dangerous thing hiding between its piles.
A Noisium once told me that this is the curse of progress. For the clean air, water, and plants of the island there is the smog, the sewage, and the mold of the junk yard. For there to be happy well to do people on the islands there must be the poor and unhappy living within its shadows…
The people who live here?
Oh it's just him.
One rainy night he found and crawled into a mostly buried shed. After many a night to prove that is was fairly stable and rain free he sorta made it into his house. Finding an old solar battery and a few appliances, bits of beat up but still whole usable furniture, even giving the inside a good paint one time.
You might think it foolish to attempt to have any sort of permanence residence in a yard constantly being burned away…
…But there still dealing with trash made 200 years before this trash, made 200 years before trash being brought in today!
Well this is a weird record of process.
His face was blank, with only the farthest corners of his mouth and eyes betraying his struggle, There arguing I think…And Pat's at his limit.
I'm a happy being. A happy optimistic one. But I'm a brother to a brother and I know when to get serious.
It was good timing on my part to send the distress signal to Geo, for the child had rushed for a knife and had gotten within an inch of his wrist before Rey held him back.
Now this was rare; both personality's active and fighting at once. The signals in the body's motor controls were scrambled and fighting against one another. The knife was jerked back and forth like he was having a seizure. Words flowed out of his mouth but in a jumble of madness.
"WHAT ARE Y-Please let me!-ARE YOU OUT-Pleas just let me- NO! –I have to!
The knife finally managed a deep incision, "All I wanted was one! Just one! One silly tiny little friend in the whole wide world I could call my own! Why can't you let me have that?! I don't need more then that!"
"YOU DON'T NEED ANY ONE BUT ME!" Rey billowed, then tried to drop into his 'convincing' tone of voice, "I'm your friend! I protect you…"
But Pat is tired of those empty words and he manages a large swipe over his stomach, "I'm tired of you! Tired of this! There's nothing out there for me…you never let me even try to have a brother band…"
"You. Don't. Need. It…" he hissed.
The knife was soon tossed away, but that didn't mean much when one can merely slam his head righting to the walls and furniture. Grabbing plates too and smashing them digging more shards into his hands, "Mama didn't need me…The world doesn't need me ether…"
Rey finally started showing his more brawlery side and made lurches for the bed, "Living is the only thing to have! It's the only thing ever given to you!"
He made a mistake though; he must have wondered why he got there easily. When his hand had found the knife again all he could do was curse, "Damn it Pat! Does that garbage really mean that much to you?!"
He made an attempt for his face.
Guess so.
I hope Geo gets here soon…
I woke up early that morning. Something felt off.
Getting up, I started getting dressed and poked Jack, "Yo Jack, tell everyone I gotta go do something real quick."
His medication now out of his system his eye slowly opened and looked as though he was going to suddenly jump up and gouge out my entrails. But he soon nodded off again with a snappy, "Shut up nimrod alright get outta here…"
My fear was only heightened when I suddenly got a distress message, from who? No idea but it was from Pat's coordinates and all the message said was 'help'
Screw getting properly dressed, I waved changed the yuletide hell out of there and careened across the sky as fast as possible. Practically swoocing right on through the walls to get to P…
P-pat…
The room is…destroyed…and curled in the corner…
I dropped out and immediately shook him, whispering, "Pat...! Pat!"
His eye slowly opened but I don't think he registered me here he's….
He's all cut up…The room just smells of…
Grabbing the first aid kit I put the entirety of my mom's drilling of medical knowledge to use.
"Why Pat? Why…?" cradling him and carefully edging him closer to the bed. I didn't lift him but I did pull down the blanket to set him on it, "if…if you needed someone to talk to…I'm always there for you."
Pat coughed, or maybe just gagged, "I'm…I'm…w…weea….k." shivering from both the chill and his massive blood loss.
"Did Rey…?" at that he started gagging even more, curling even harder into the fetal position…I could only apologize and keep quietly rubbing his back.
Well enough of this.
Very carefully I sat him on my lap, like a child I pulled up his wrist with hunter and brought out mine. I flipped them both on and they were at the menus.
"You…Geo are you…?"
I quietly patted his head, and clicked a button on my screen. I waited for him to do the same.
It took him a bit to shakily bring his trembling hand to the screen. He didn't press it though.
"Take your time. I won't rush you."
That seemed to give him the confidence he needed to finally do it. We're both now on the brother band menu and he's actively shivering. Breathing heavily and squeaking a bit.
I couldn't help but laugh a bit as I set my hunter to detect a fellow Hunter looking for a band.
Pat couldn't handle it, trembling very bad at this point, fingers pressing against the screen but not registering from how shaking and little his attempts were.
Eventually he actually started hyperventilating and trying to slam his hand into it. I had to stop him, grabbing it, and then slowly bringing the hand to the screen. He finally managed to press it.
When they finally linked, he about screamed in joy and was being a little to delirious to even hit the button with his hands; he kinda head-butted it. Silly.
One last confirmation from me and that was it.
We were Brothers.
And I didn't think someone could sqee that loud. Let alone quiet old Pat! When he was done he broke into a horrible fit of laughter. It was stretching all his wounds, reopening several of them, but I couldn't stop him…you know until it was ruining his clothes and he was sorta you know. Dying.
"Feeling better?"
"Eheheh…" his eyes were wide, "I'm….I'm so happy…" he was holding still now, "Though I have a question…"
I let him rest back on the blanket, "Ok, what is it?"
"How did you know towhydontyouhaveashirtcome and save me?"
Oh. I uh…hadn't noticed…oh…er….was that Rey? Pat didn't seem to notice him.
"Got a distress call for you…got so scared I just rushed on over. And that's not all."
I brought up my phone and called Jack, "Yo bro?"
"Yeeeee?" sounds like the medicine kicked in.
"I gotta mission for you; go steal a Pat Sprig's adoption papers from the Dream island orphanage. Give them to mom. She'll know what to do."
At his confirmation Pats eyes started to water, "G-Geo…" if he went so tired he'd prolly celebrate some more but he was quickly blacking out; he whispered thanks and fell asleep.
Welp. Time to get packing.
His bag was too small, but it didn't take long to find a suitcase outside. I shoved in his spare clothes, some of his sewing kit, his beat up calicovision, some other bits and pieces he vaguely seemed to have told me about in the past and would probably want to keep.
It was not hard to get his stuff, though it took a bit of creativity to pick him up and not have him be in pain. Wave changing I zoomed on back home.
I don't know what mom will think, but this time it's a permanent guest.
Well her eternal gratitude was not exactly a thing I was expecting.
Like always when I bring the critically injured into the house she double checks my bandages, shows them the love, then I told her about his staying (the paper work already done somehow) and the joy o meter was out of control.
"AWWWW GEO YOU'RE MY FAVERTE CHILD BECAUSE YOU BRING ME MORE CHILDREN! IM MAKING UP FOR ALL THE CHILDREN KLEVIN WOULDN'T LET ME HAVE WHAT A CUTE LITTLE BABY HIS ALL MINE! MINE MWHAHAHAHAHAH!" holding him and swinging around like crazy.
I don't think Pat was ready for pure love to be forcefully injected right into his blood stream and remained out like a dead light. Especially sense Rey didn't even pop out.
As I eventually pried him out of her fingers (he is literally soaking in her tears of joy) I could tell Solo was pissed about something, but was waiting. His fingers where bandaged. Jack was smiling little a little monster and was…
…Holding the evil teddy bear bot that creeps up on you in the doom room.
That can't be good.
Plopping him down into the bed Solo charged forth and shoved his bloodied fingers in my face, "LOOK AT WHAT THAT DEMONIC MECHAINCAL ABOMINATION IN THAT CONFOUNDIT CLOSET DID TO ME!"
Jack running around in circles around him holding up the teddy bear was squealing, "THIS IS CUTE THIS IS CUTE CAN I KEEP HIM? PLEASE PRITTY PLEASE?!"
Quadruple flipping in and hugging the other two to death mom shouted, "ARE YOU ALL GOING TO STAY TOO?! PLEASE STAY! WE GOT BEDS AND FURNATURE AND CLOTHES AND LOVE STAYSTAYSTAY!"
OmegaXis finally shouted, "YOU ALL ARE TOO LOUD! From here on ya'll are banned from this room for the next three hours!" Laplace brought up a finger, "…except for you." He then boogied down for a bit as the rest left.
Welp, I put Pat's clothes away, put his bag on the hook, and basically moved him in in 8 easy steps.
Enough steps however, that when I turned a set of brown eye were staring at me a bit confused. But not Pat's usually just pure confusion, an aggressive bothered confusion, "Man…" and not Pat's usual pure soft voice, but Rey's snarky mean edged voice, "This is sooo gay…sleeping in your bed."
"You're the only one thinking it. I didn't know you liked me that much."
"Shut up," it's his voice but it was definitely lacking his usual venom, and confidence, and eye contact, his head dropped down, "but whatever…I…I kinda….owe you…."
"Owe me…?" for what?
"….you protected Pat…from something….I never could. And I … I owe you…something…positive or some such s*** look I don't know but like in a sense I'm happy he's safe and here and loved and all that other happy go lucky s***. I'm not but Pat's more important and just….gosh I hate talking to you smiley little freaks."
"I haven't smiled sense this conversation started and Solo has never smiled once in his entire life (Probably)."
"Shut up!" tossing the pillow at me.
Which was maybe a bad move as we heard the stomping footsteps and….
"MY NEW BABys' awake~ how's my sweet huggable baby doing~?"
Rey looked to me with pure fear in his eyes as the assault of love continued its second act. Only this time he would be awake to face its horrors. I smiled and moonwalked out of the room as Rey was subjected to this strange foreign activity called 'mom is momming you to death.'
Pat's going to be overjoyed though…
Now to go deal with some rouge robots.
Er….Robots assaulting Rouge?
I never thought this would happen in my life.
It's so wonderful Ugh this is misery. Oh hush it's wonderful.
Geo's mom (m-my mom? Eeek no! S-she's my mama now…! NOT MAMA.) was so nice. She patched my wounds. She gave me all the hugs and hurt your wounds in the process and let me live in her house.
No more junkyard!
Yeah but now you have no flowers, what a shame, we should move back.
You don't pay much attention do you? Hope's got a garden up front!
Who's Hope?
Not you. You're Hopeless.
Well anyways, anit you going to miss that even bigger field of flowers? And the nice people and the playground…
I don't know why you're complaining you hate all of that. Besides it's only a bus trip away.
Yeah well…I hate these people more! Look at how…cutesy and peacefully they are.
I'm sorry but neither of those applies to Jack and Solo. Have you seen the little hell raiser? You and him will be great buddies. And maybe when Solo understands being a friend you two could-
To hell with that!
And Solo's actually got you beat on the dimness level.
Well yeah he wears black of course he's going to be darker.
Mmhmm.
What's that flicking?! Stop FLICKING!
Oh that's-
That was unfortunately my sign I haven't been paying attention, Geo's fingers snapping right in my face as we ate dinner, "Pat? You ok in there?"
"You sorta sat frozen for a bit just starring with half of that celery stick just pokin' out." Jack said whist leaning terribly far back on his chair, "Figured when it dropped you were seriously not ok. You've been like that fer the past 15 minutes bro."
Sighing I looked back to my tomato soup. Hop-er moma thought I need something light. I can't really eat it.
Gimmie gimme I got this!
You just wanna make a mess.
No I don't! I love tomoto soup!
Oh yeah? What's a tomato.
Uh….red. And…fruit like. And ah…leafy?
Yeah no.
When I paid attention this time I found myself being picked up and carried by Solo, "Oh…I'm sorry."
"I imagen it is your mental stress causing you these laps of attention. Fear not you get a bed. You are not like Jack though when it comes to sleeping are you?"
"Huh?"
"He can't sleep on his own. Apparently his sister has instilled into him a bad habit. In one way I shouldn't enable him but it is a fairly harmless quirk and friends are not to 'berate friends for wanting to be closer to one another.' Why does this have so many rules?"
"Uh…er…I couldn't really tell you."
Placing me gently into the bed, he bowed and said his goodnights, "I learnt bows are a good way to do hugs for the currently unhuggable!" and given when he walked past Geo rubbing his head it was probably a painful lesion.
Eventually Geo stepped up and set up a sleeping bag by the bed, reaching up to lightly pat my arm, "Don't worry. Everything's going to be fine. I'm sure dad's going to be happy and you'll finally have something stable for a home life."
I nodded, "Geo…I owe you my life."
"Rey owes me a thing!"
Do not!
I giggled, "Well…goodnight….bro."
"….Hella yeah my broest bro."
"Hay hay!" laughed OmegaXis, "Quit aiming for the low bro humor guys!"
And then Gemini ruined all of it, "I will kill all of you. ….Bros."
"Ah….er…night Geo."
"Goodnight Pat."