If you read chapter 26 before 12.01.21 then go back and read it again- it's been added to!

So... Update on my life. You know how i was like "Ahhh Greg Cipes is following me on insta!"... well. yeah. Now we're onto- he shares my art and watches my stories and such! ( ^.^ ) also- might end up on hiatus cause got a project to work on! really want to still get somewhere with this fan fic, tho. AND the other one that's been paused forever 0.0 (find me on Insta at Scribbaroo )


Beep Beep Beep

The microwave went off, causing Garfield stir from his sleep. His eyes were crispy, and yet again he wasn't the one who had put the body to bed. It wasn't uncommon for him to have blank spaces in his memory, and now he knew about Craig and Nalia he felt slightly less frightened about 'zoning out'.
"Morning." Said Dick, from over a bowl of cereal.
Gar sat up and stretched, causing some of his bones to crick. "Sup, Dicky-bird." He smiled. "Um, what day is it?"
Before Dick could reply, they heard Vic cough from the other side of the room. "How do you not know what day it is? It's Wednesday!"

Blinking, Gar questioned his reality and started to wonder if the whole conversation he had with Nalia and Craig was some sort of dream. Wearily, he got up off the floor and sunk into the chair his bag was at. He pulled out the journal and scribbled down everything that he had learnt about himself. As the ink left its mark on the paper, he felt the realness of it all. There was no way it was a dream.

The microwave went off again; Dick poured some more Choccy Crocky Crunchies into his own bowl, and some into another; then he pulled the mugs of warm coconut milk out of the microwave and poured it over the cereal. As he placed the bowls on the table, Gar closed the journal.
"Have you been here all night, Eddie?"
"Dude, no, I went home."
"Um, you live in California..."
"You knows what I mean. Me and my aunties have been stopping with Dan. He's, like, gots this place in the city."
"Oh, right." He ate a spoon of cereal and wondered what he had missed. In the head space, Craig was drawn to the front by the food.

"So. Yous guys totally sure you gonna, like, go to this spooky demon church today?"

"Spooky demon church?" Craig spluttered from Gar's mouth. "Why are we going to a spooky demon church? Have you guys not seen the movies? That's how a horror movie starts! Something's gonna wonna eat us, and I'm probably delicious!"
The three boys looked at him and realised what was going on.
"Ah, so the guy in charge yesterday didn't, like, update the rest of yous on the situation. Don't worry, though, I can totally, like, fill you in. Yeah, so, Dick wants to, like, take yo asses to a totally sketch-ass cutty demon church, and he probably gonna summons a demon or some shit!"
"Why?! What the fuck? Why?!" Gar quickly interrupted Craig's panicking. "Dude, we're gonna kick it, man. Dick, why are we going to a horror fest?"
"That's where Rachel told me to go. And the guy yesterday wasn't any help with convincing those two..." He pointed at Vic and Eddie. "... that Rachel isn't a demon."
"Wait up, you think Rachel is a demon?"
"Not me, Eddie!"

The demon expert cleared his throat as he put the paint brush down. "Yes. This all screams demon." He said in his most sophisticated voice.
Vic joined in. "Dude's right, this it all way too spooky and weird."
"But she healed you and Gar, and she's in that room being held captive, and she seems nice! Tell them, Gar! Rachel needs our help."

As the body blinked and started at a random spot on the table, the minds inside were having a discussion.

Craig: You can't seriously think this is a good idea?
Gar: I don't want to leave her just because someone thinks she could be a demon... are demons even real? I mean, we're pretty demon-y, when you think about it. What if Rachel is just a meta...
Craig:... she healed us...
Gar: she said we were alike. What if she meant that because we-
Craig: because we've both been used for our powers...

"she could be trapped there, being used to heal people... what happens if we leave her?"

Dick smiled. "I knew you'd get it. If you guys don't want to come, I understand. But I'm going. If I die, or get possessed, you can say 'I told you so'."
"Dude, I ain'ts allowed to go to Gotham." Eddie explained, waving his hands. "I also ain't allowed to go to cutty churches to summons demons!"

He finished off by crossing his arms, hoping that was the end of it.

It wasn't. Vic frowned. "That's oddly specific..."

Flustered, Eddie retaliated. "Constantine and Zatanna would totally, like, off me if I summoned a demon! I'd hear 'This is exactly like Manchester!' … or was it Newcastle? Liverpool? I don't know, but I'm not allowed to do it!"
"Wait, you know Zatanna?" Vic asked, instantly recognising the superheroe's name.
"Oh. Um... No?"
"No, no, no. You said she and Constantine would kill you if you summoned a demon. What, are you magic, or something? Do you go to Hogwarts?"
"Dude, why would I go to Hogwarts? That's in, like, Scotland."

"Why are you avoiding the question?"
Dick coughed and Gar smiled.
"Vic, dude, you know it's illegal to, like, try and learn about superheroes secret identities. Eddie- you are such a fucking tool."
"Dude, it just slipped out!"
"Yeah? That's what he said. Admit it, dude, you fucked up."
"Fine, yes, I fucked up. Just eat yo cereal and let me sculpt." He sunk back over his work, but muttered under his breath. "When yous is dead in a church basement, you knows I is contacting you from beyond the grave to say 'I told you so.'"
"Um-hum. We look forward to your call."

Inside the head space, Craig had noticed some things and needed to confront Gar.
Craig: Woah, hold up. We? Wait, do they know about all of this dissociative stuff?
Gar: I mean... kinda? Like...
Craig: What?! Why?!
Gar: They're our friends! Plus, it's pretty damn obvious when we turn into a dog and act all... doggy!

Craig: Do they... know about me?
Gar: I don't think so... you're pretty good at this whole- being Garfield- business.
Craig: Well, yeah. It's part of the job. The other part is keeping you safe, and I find that very difficult when you're running off into haunted churches!
Gar: You agreed we have to!

Craig: I know! But it's still hard!