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His leg jitters as he tries to calm the black hole that begins building in his head. He ignores the pit that pools in his abdomen as he jets into the kitchen from the garage. He grabs an orange, and a half empty Gatorade bottle before darting into the basement from a hall over. He immediately spots Dream snoozing on one of the movie room couches. The large LED screen still lit up, he shuffles for the remote and finds it beneath the other’s arm, one click, then nothing.
The blonde’s phone, sitting casually on one of the couch arms, is illuminated in the darkened room from a missed call, alerting a notification. Missed call from George.
It’s fine.
His heart races and he walks back up the basement stairs, then to the second floor before retreating back to his room, to the mess. To the discarded laundry and assorted cardboard boxes. The isolation. But most of all, behind the mask and nightlife, is something more. Tearing through the sudden rush of memories and thoughts he dives and swivels into his gaming chair, peeling his orange as he peeks through discord messages for a distraction. Spam, spam, spam, and -wait. Oh. A direct message from Karl.
Wednesday
You didn’t answer my cup poing :(
Pong*
Also don’t forget ur flight leaves 7 am THIS Friday!
And don't forget to bring ur plane buddy as well lolololol
He didn’t forget, he had only gotten sidetracked. He totally remembered his flight that left in 9 hours. A flight he had been dreading for weeks and tried to delay due to the “possible unsafe traveling conditions” the weather might’ve been brewing. He had been missing Karl, but the 6 hour flight was going to be a hassle, and it was only the perfectly sunny skies of weather that could potentially prevent him from going.
“Oh well,” he shrugs it off, and finishes his orange as he throws the peel in a random trash bag grouped into a clutter pile. As he turns his computer off he chugs the rest of his Gatorade, throwing it off in the distance somewhere as he sinks back into bed. He sees his packed suitcase off in a corner of the room next to the light switch.
“Alexa, turn the light off,” the dim room is painted with a color akin to earlier’s black hole, and with an alarm set for 6:30 am, he lays in bed as the static vision and white dots wear off. Leaving the black hole to consume him.