You freeze. Your mind goes blank. All you can hear is the creepy message playing over and over and over again in your head. You feel Dave's hand on your shoulder. You flinch involuntarily. He's asking you something. You're not entirely sure what. You just shake your head, push past him and jump into the air. You hear him calling your name. Coming after you. You look back at him. He's following behind you. (You forgot, didn't you Egbert? All godtiers can fly.) You panic and do the windy thing. As you disperse into the air, you hear him calling out your name. He sounds sad. Heartbroken.
You re-appear on LOWAS, in your bedroom, and collapse on your bed. You curl up in a ball, and try not to cry. You fail at that. You sniffle. And remember why you were being careful about your nose. Ouch. You touch it lightly and wince. You probably need to sort it out. You stand up carefully and walk to the bathroom. You steady yourself on the sink and look in the mirror. And holy shit there's someone behind you. You spin round. It's Dave. Bugger.
"Uh... Hey, Dave?" He folds his arms.
"Hey Egbert." He pauses. "What happened to your nose?"
"...It got punched."
"By who?"
"Uh..."
"Egbert..."
"It doesn't matter."
"They hit you."
"It doesn't matter."
"In the nose! It matters John!" You turn round and clutch the edge of sink. Dave puts a hand on your shoulder. You stare at your white knuckles.
"At least let me sort it Clean it up and everything."
"...Fine."
"Where's your first aid kit?"
"Kitchen." Dave pauses for a second, then he goes down to the kitchen. You take a breath (well done through your mouth this time) and walk down to the kitchen. Dave's found the first aid kit and is looking through it. You stand next to him. He glances up at you and smiles. You smile back. He pats the kitchen counter.
"Hop up then." You lift yourself onto the counter. He opens up an antiseptic wipe and starts wiping carefully. You wince occasionally. Eventually he puts down the wipe.
"This bit is going to hurt like a bitch. Probably as much as the original hit did." Suddenly he jolts your nose into place. You swear. Probably more fluently than Dave was expecting you to.
"Wow, Egbert. Move your hands a second." He puts a bandage on your nose.
"Where'd you get that anyway? I'm pretty sure we only have plasters and gauze in there..."
"Bro was a great believer in teaching through giving you a good reason to learn."
"He broke your nose?"
"I broke his actually. It was an accident!"
"Ha! I bet he wasn't happy."
"Picked me up by the back of my neck and carried me down to the kitchen and gave me a first aid lesson."
"How old were you?"
"About 12. I think."
"Heh. So I'm all fixed up now?"
"Well, you should probably fix the front of your top. Wouldn't want people to get the wrong idea now would we?" You concentrate and fix your top.
"So how long will I have this on my nose?" You reach up a hand to touch it. Dave snatches it out the air.
"Don't touch it, don't put too much pressure on it, and it should be fine in a few weeks." You grin.
"U̻̳̦͚̮̙̝ͭ̈́̔̑̔̌̚n̛̙̪̗̖͉̙͋ͬ̂̎́ͅͅt̢̡͈̗̟̬̔ͭ̈̐̈ͅi̛̜̱̯͌́ͣͦ̄̋̉͢l̬̱̲͚̅͛̄̍ ̵̢̞̖̮̩͉̫̣̓̓̌͋̇ͪ̽͢I̴ͣ̃̃ͪ̒҉̨̣͔̺ ̨̞̠͗ͫͤ͟p͎̪̲͕̠̽̇̽ͩ̄͒̅u͆̂͠҉̰̩̮̻̠͡n̶̩̣̫͍͈̹͍ͫ̍̌̂͘ͅc̟̞̯̈́ͦ̐͗ͧ͋͞ḫ̭̰̲̘̝̙͗͘͘ ̛̜̯͚̞̗̫̹̊ͫ̂̕i̮͇̣ͦͫ̍ͪͭ̋̃̇͠t̛̘͍̺͖̹̱͕͛͗ͣͅ ͚̘̺̽ͩ͠ả̷͉̞̜̍͊g̟͙̖̱̦͔̦͙̓̈́͑ͬ̏ͫͧͤ͡ǎ̮̲̎͌i͚̘̠̱ͥ̂̒͞͡n͌̑ͮ̔ͣ҉͏̰̯̠̠̬̙̙̳ " And that smile is now frozen on your face as a grimace. Woo freakin' hoo. You slide off the counter and get a glass.
"So no sloppy John/Dave makeout sessions?" Your hands are shaking as you fill the glass up with water. Dave walks over and slips his arms round your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.
"Only careful ones till that pretty little nose of yours is healed." You take a sip. Jegus, your hands need to calm down. Dave takes the glass out of your hands and sets it on the side. He kisses your neck and intertwines his hands with yours.
"God, you're shaking like a hyperactive junkie dosed up on caffeine. Where's your coffee, Egbert. I warned you. I told you about your dangerous addiction." He's rambling. He's nervous. You kiss him on the cheek.
"I'm fine Dave. Don't worry." You yawn. He chuckles.
"Let's get you off to bed. I know a perfect one we can go to."
"Oh yeah? Where's that?"
"S͊̌͏̡͎̙̹̳̤̤̻͟i̬̳̙̘ͯ̅̾ͯͅx̛̯̗͖͕͔̭ͯ̾̂̄ ̏̐҉̩͕̪̖͓̞f̥͖̠̗̎̈͜͜͡e̙͉͍͔͓͂̓ͪ͛͛͌ͭe͕̦̣̘̥ͧ̔ͯ̉̌ͨţ̮̖̘͕̣̦̞̊͜͝ ̴̛̺̫̾̈͛̍̉̂u̸͖̼̤͖̰̹̬̱͐̒͆͑̊͒n̳̜̙̘ͯ̊̓̋ͭ̄̽́d̴̞̦̹̠̙̫̦̜̿̂̓̈̐̂̍ͮͦ́͞e̾̊̓̈́ͬ̾̔ͦ҉̢̛̯ͅr̸̢̙͇͍̱̲͓ͧͣ̽̍̔̑ͭ͂͘.̱̣̥̫ͭ͒̀ͥ̇ͣ͊͊ " You freeze. Fuuuuuuuuck.
"My one. Think you'll last the ride there? Hey now why'd you get all tense?" You force yourself to relax.
"Your bed sounds good. Shall we go?" He nods, but doesn't let go of your waist. You sigh and start walking. Once you get outside you immediately hop into the air and hold your hand out to Dave. He grins and takes your hand. You zoom up to the ring that leads to his land.
"Pchooooo!" You say with a giggle. Dave chuckles and leads you to his room. You collapse on his bed, sprawling your arms and legs everywhere. Dave shoves you onto your side and climbs under the covers. You roll over and pout at him. He flashes a grin at you and lifts the covers up. You crawl in and snuggle up to him, mindful of your nose. He wraps his arms round you. You yawn, and close your eyes.
"Night Dave." You mumble at him.
"Sleep tight John." You feel him taking your glasses off. Just as you're about to fall unconscious, he adds.
"D̴̥̗̦̪ͨ̐͌̐ͫͫ̄́͜oͦ̀ͣ̎̊ͫ̐̓͏̶̧̼ṋ̷̰̭ͦ̑̈͌ͤ͗͑͠'͂͆̄̏̐̇̀͏̧͔̰t̵̶̸͖̭ͨͮ̉̒ͨ ̎͋ͪ̀̐̀̚҉̜̟̯̘͖̟̦̲ͅl̹̥͍̬͓̭͛ͥ̉e̴̟̬̮͐ͭ̿͘t̟̻͖͌͑̋̔ͪͧ̈́ͪ̕ ̸̛͆ͧ҉̭̱̜ͅL̸̰͇͋̀̌̽͛͆̿ͧͯ͢o̞̖͖̽̌̑ͩ̓ͥͧ̓̓͘r̦̻͍̮̿ͯ̇ͥ̉̋͘d̯̥̜̠̖ͭͧͪ ̵̛̮̥́̍ͨ̅̒E̠̠̪̫͋̄̍̌̀ͤ̌̕n̴̡̨͕͓̪̏͛͆ͮ͆g̨̻ͦ̉̇͐̊̈́̉͗l̪͍̄ͧ̐ͧͬͧ͞i̵̶̤̲̱̮̾͌͐ͨͤ͂ͅs͐͊҉̴͈͈̬̳̲͟ḩ̭͚͖͕̻̹ͣ̅͒̽ͩ͜͡ ̵̠͕̮͍͎͍̘̭̀̈̒̈́̿̋b̧̩͉͈̣̯̹̈̂̉̆ỉ͙͗̌̿͌ͬͯt͚̦͆͆̄ͫ͊͑ͧ͘ȩ͙̲̮͖̭͚͍͆̈́͐̐.̇ͮ̐̔̉ͮ͏̵̟͙͎ " You are going to have nightmares over that voice, you can tell.
AN: i really have too much fun crushing my own heart don't i...