Disclaimer, motherfuckers: I don't own Victorious, and now that I think about, I don't think I want to. It's fine where it is. Although I would have at least given it a finale, a proper one.

-Defining Insanity-

"Your... your sister is... dead?"

Robbie nodded. He looked up at everyone. They all had looks of shock on their faces, excluding Trina, and no one dared make any sort of sound. A sudden hollowness had made it's way into Robbie's eyes. They all looked at each other, silently asking each other if anyone else besides Trina had known and all came to the conclusion that they hadn't. Even Jade felt bad about not knowing of the death of a friend's family member. Robbie quickly attempted to clear the air through Rex.

"It's not like that matters, shit happens, right?"

All this earned was a few dirty looks thrown at the puppet.

Jade, being the daring woman she was, decided to speak first.

"Robbie," she began softly, not wanting to alarm him. "What happened?"

"W-what... what do you mean?" he asked.

"What happened to your sister? Her name was Rosy, right?" Trina asked.

"Y-yeah..." Robbie was looking at the ground again. Noticing the shakiness in his voice, Cat, who had been trying not to cry, grabbed Robbie's hand and lead him to the couch, sitting beside him as she tightened her grip on his hand. Robbie gave her a small, sad smile, squeezing her hand in his to show his appreciation. The others quickly took their own seats around the pair.

"Soooo..." Tori began, hoping he didn't take her prodding the wrong way. She was sort of hoping he didn't answer the question. "What happened?"

Robbie just sat there, not daring to look at any of them.

She's right, Robbie. There was her voice again. It's your place to tell them, and they need to know. You need them.

With his chest somehow managing to feel both tight and heavy at once, Robbie took a shallow breath. Cat rubbed his knuckles with her thumb. Robbie apprectiated the comforting gesture and found it in himself to begin telling them of his sister's end.

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"I guess I shold start with when I moved out of my parents' place. It was cool, you know? I think I understood you're choice of home more from that point, Beck. I was sort of free from them. I couldn't disappoint them as much if I wasn't around. They weren't completely happy about it. Sure, things were different between us. We got along almost purely because of Rosy, my sister, eleven at the time. She was the centre of our family, our world. They were sad to see me go. But Rosy? She was distraught. We were close, but I never imagined she'd be so upset over me just moving out. I was only, what, twenty minutes away? I wasn't even a long walk. It was probably the idea of me leaving in general was probably what set her off, looking back on it. She loved me. I adored her. I told her I'd visit at least once a day. I wasn't sure if I could keep that, at first, given how I got a job to help with the rent, and school and stuff, but I was determined to try.

"How long was it? Si... yeah, six months. Six months that was how things played out. It didn't bug me. Because I lived alone and could deal with only a few good meals a month, I had a lot of money left over, so I spoiled little Rosy rotten with what I had left. My parents started saving for my college fund even before I was born, and that plus the amount they earned from their respective jobs was more than enough for an excuse to do so. But then, my parents told me they were going off for a holiday, or a 'honeymoon' as they called it. They wanted me to watch Rosy while they were gone. I would've outright said, 'Fuck that, no!' but I knew that was a little selfish. My mom had become pregnant with me before they were married, and after that, they didn't want to go for a honeymoon, not while I was along for the ride. And they'd never gotten the chance to go, especially after Rosy was born. I figured I'd let them have a break. That was the right thing to do. Rosy supported them wholeheartedly, so how could I not?

"That... that... turned out to be so far from the right thing to do, at least for a while it wasn't to me. They'd planned to go to some island in the South Pacific, I don't know. Rosy and I saw them off at the airport. We watched that plane leave. But that's it. We never saw them again after that. They landed safely, we know that, they sent us a few pics. It was nice, you know, seeing them so happy, without a care. Rosy was lucky I had another room in my apartment. But they disappeared. Just... like that. Gone. Vanished. The hotel they were at sent their things back to us. I was surprised at such a nice thing to do, especially from people that we'd never met. Overseas sending isn't cheap. But when I asked the manager why in an e-mail, he told me that it was done out of pity. Pity?! Why, why do we need to be pitied? I asked. They hadn't been missing for too long, only a few days. They could be found, they probably got lost, and the island wasn't that big. He told me it was because disappearances on the island were common. Eerily common. I researched it. Turns out, six out of ten people who went there disappeared in the same manner. Fifty years, and authorities still can't add it up. No one had been found. Locals blamed some supernatural bullshit for it. I didn't care. Our parents were gone. I wanted to believe they'd return, but after three weeks, I couldn't deny it. Add Mammaw's recent death into account and... suddenly, Rosy was living with me. She sorta broke down when she found out, but I didn't want you guys to know because... I needed to be strong, alone, for my sister. We had a small funeral, us and a few friends of theirs. Those graves are just tombstones. There was nothing to bury.

"So, our new life began. It was tough. I think looking out for Rosy 25/7 was a challenge. I'd been upgraded from brother to parent. It was stressful, and it took a while for the grieving process to end. Those few friends who showed at the funeral helped sometimes. They pitied us, too. I apreciated the help. They babysat when I had work, or lended small amounts of money where it was needed. We were getting along fine.

"Then, a few nights ago, Rosy at a friend's place. She'd been invited to a tea party. Her friends' parents were going to drop her off at home. I offered to pick her up, but they were fine with it. But, then...

"Some bastards had got themselves drunk that night and decided to drive home. As expected, they crashed. Right. Into. Rosy's. Side of the fucking car..."

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Robbie finally broke into tears. He shut his eyes tight, trying to keep them at bay, but the recount of the deaths of his family had set them loose. He felt a small pair of arms wrap around him tightly. He looked up slightly to see Cat, face resting in the crook in his neck, crying as she held him like there was no tomorrow. He glanced at everyone else to see their reactions.

Tori, too, had tears in her eyes, and was holding on to Andre and Trina's hands for support. Andre looked speechless. Trina was wearing a sad look, Jade was just staring into space in shock and Beck looked... unfazed, but Robbie could see a glint of grief in his eyes.

They all sat there for a moment, taking in the story their friend had just shared, silently mourning Robbie's lost loved ones.

After this small moment of grieving, the gang settled themselves around Robbie again, waiting for him to stop crying with Cat.

"Robbie," Beck said quietly. "Rob?"

He and Cat calmed down, small gasps still making their way out through the red-head's lips.

"Robbie, what did you do?" Beck asked, still keeping an aura of calm.

"W-what do you mean?" he questioned, confused.

"When you're..." Beck hesitated, trying to find a suitable word. "...emotionally distressed, I guess you can call it that, you usually lash out on something, often physically."

Robbie furrowed his eyebrows. He knew Beck was refering to something, but he didn't know what.

He's talking about the song, Robbie. You didn't exactly take her reaction well.

Deciding it was best to ignore the fact that this 'voice' was coming from nowhere and that he was indeed the only one who could hear it, Robbie guiltily glanced at Cat. It was true. He'd been initially heartbroken after singing 'I Think Your Swell' to her because of her reaction to it and had sulked off. After finally catching Andre's grandmother's bird, Larry, Andre and Beck had searched the school for Robbie. They had come across him in one of the locked classrooms, throwing desks about the room, smashing chairs against the walls and punching the windows. They had quickly subdued him, pinning him to the floor. They had spent the entire following weekend trying to keep him out of depression.

"Well?" Beck raised an eyebrow at Robbie. He didn't want to be harsh, but it was apparent to him that Robbie was suffering from more than grief from his sister's death.

"I... I, uh," Robbie struggled to word what he'd done. "I might've..." he mumbled incoherently.

"What, Robbie? What did you do?" Tori asked.

"I... I trashed my apartment." Robbie lowered his head.

"You what?!" Cat squealed. "Robbie, why would you do that?"

He just continued to stare at the ground.

"Wow, Shapiro," Jade looked impressed. "Didn't think you had it in you. But, you actually trashed it, right? You didn't just tip a glass of water on the carpet?"

"Jade," Andre growled, surprising the group with his out-of-character anger. "Now's not the time for comments like that."

"Okay, okay," Jade admitted. "I'll give it another hour or two before I start taking any shots at anyone."

"Jade."

"Fine! I'll just insult Vega for now..."

"What?" Tori whined. "In what world is that fair?"

"Ladies, please," Beck said. "Shut it, okay, we need to console Rob, he lost his sister."

"It's okay, Beck, guys," Robbie finally looked up, interrupting Jade and Tori's apologies. "I'll be fine. I just need to cl-"

"No," Beck stated firmly. "We'll help you clean, Rob. But we'll save that for tomorrow. Now, you need to rest." He turned to the Vega sisters. "Is it cool if he can stay here tonight? I'm not sure it's a good idea for him to go home if he really has trashed it. We can check it out tomorrow."

Trina and Tori shared a look. "Yeah," Trina said.

"Agreed," Tori nodded.

"What, no, I-" Robbie stood, protesting.

"Robbie, he's right." Cat pulled him into another tight embrace. "You can't go back. You have to stay we're you can be looked after."

Robbie said nothing. He just wrapped his arms around Cat. "Okay," he mumbled.

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Three Hours Later

Robbie was alseep in the guest room of the Vega household. After everyone else had left (Cat had waited an especially long time to leave), Tori and Trina had explained to their parents Robbie's story and they had agreed to let him stay. They were shocked to learn that Robbie's sister had been involved in a car crash and encouraged the sisters to help him.

They had watched him for a while, making sure he slept well and soon came to the conclusion that he'd be fine, both siblings retiring to their respective rooms.

They were kinda wrong.

"Oh, Robbie. Oh, Robbie, Robbie, Robbie, Robbie, Robbie."

Travyl was leaning against the wall on the left of the bed, staring at the nerd's sleeping form in disappointment.

"We're only a few days in, and you go and try to get some help from those fucks you call friends?!"

He'd stepped closer to Robbie with every word, but quickly backed off once he'd finished, taking his place back against the wall.

"I'm gonna chill, I'm gonna relax," he said softly. "But..." he stretched the word out. "Look, you fuck, I know you're a smart guy, but so far, you aren't doing a good job at living up to that, and if you wanna kill that fucking losing streak, then you better not bring those fucking pussies by the apartment."

Leave him alone.

Travyl looked up in annoyance. "Oh, and what are you gonna do if I don't? Blow at me with your fucking words? You're barely fucking there."

There was no reply.

Satisfied, Travyl stretched his arms out above him as if he were tired.

"See you tomorrow, Rob." he grinned. "Remember what I said. Oh, and uh, I might pay a few of your friends a visit."

Robbie quickly sat up on the bed where he lay, gasping as he woke. He looked around. He was sure he'd heard someone telling him to wake up. But the room was empty, with no one, or any sign that someone had been there, in sight.

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My apologies for the delay. Having no internet can be a setback.

I should probably put this out there, but until the really important parts, Travyl's appearences will be pretty brief.

I'll be sure my updates aren't that slow, but my term break is almost over. I'll be 25% more busy.

Hope you enjoyed this.