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"It's been awhile since I ever actually interacted with my siblings,they've been horrible to me ever since I spawned. I have lived with Umbrella for more years than I could ever count.. Umbrella is Firebrands advisor. But whenever I think of them, I have this feeling. A feeling to forgive them all.. It stays in the back of my mind—but do I really..?
..
“Glacier? Come downstairs, it's time to eat.”
Thats what they called icedagger after they took him in.
he was suddenly taken out of his thoughts, Umbrellas voice was sharp—requesting, demanding even. Icedagger had at least 10 seconds to compose himself until they come upstairs.
“y-yeah! Coming..!”
he rushed downstairs, still trying to compose himself properly, Dom and Valk were already there at the dining table, whilst Umbrella was at the kitchen—both of them just waiting for him.
“Icedagger!! It's been awhile since we've seen you out of your room!”
Valk shrieked before he could take the last few steps on the stairs; startling icedagger. He finally was able to see his supposedly uncle again after years. Ever since icedagger started living here, he never left his room whenever people were outside—only able to come out if either no one is there or when he is forced to.
“Why don't you sit beside them? But only if you want to though.”
Icedagger follows, he sits beside both of them as Umbrella emerges from the kitchen, holding a pot of food probably able to feed more than 4 people; they set it down whilst it's still steaming hot—almost burning their hands in the process.
“Dinners ready, help yourselves.”
Valk and Dom immediately grab food to their plate, not caring a single bit if they can't finish it—while Icedagger is just sitting there, waiting for it to be over, for him, looking at food just makes him want to throw up.
As they're eating, Dom finds Icedagger pushing food around his plate pretending to eat, not making eye contact.
“Aren't you hungry? Your food is getting cold.”
Icedagger doesn't look at him, muttering something under his breath. He doesn't want to admit that eating just makes his situation worse—he doesn't want to seem rude for not eating, so he forces himself to do so.
“I will eat..! I'm just.. Thinking, that's all..”
He says, voice softer than intended— he looks at his food for the first time—already feeling bulimia rise up his throat, but he holds his breath and takes a bite, his hands sweat and shake as he swallows the food, guilt eating all over him.
It took some time, but he finally finished, Valk and Dom were finished 10 minutes ago, so it was just him and Umbrella, waiting for him. As Icedagger sets his plate aside, Umbrella finally speaks up.
“You've been off lately, anything on your mind?”
“Wh-what? Nothing..! I'm just..”
Icedagger stammered. He didn't want to admit that he was thinking of forgiving his siblings about what they did to him.
“I'm not feeling well. That's all..”
“You can tell me anything, Dom and Valk aren't here anyways, probably in their rooms.”
“N-no! It's fine.. Don't worry about me, I'm just tired..”
“I can't force you to speak about it, but if you want to, I'm just here.”
Finally, they dropped the conversation—but that doesn't mean they don't suspect anything. Icedagger just wants to get out of this situation, oh sfoth, this is awkward.
“Alright then, you can go back to your room. Goodnight Glacier.”
“..Goodnight.”
Icedagger practically sprinted back to his room upstairs, his footsteps echoing loudly on the stairs, as he reached for the handle and got in, he heard either Dom or Valk get out of their own room, and he slammed the door shut as fast as he could.
Click!
Doors locked, lights off, good—no one can get in.
He's tired, mentally and physically tired. He just wants everything to end, but not without talking with his siblings first.
Icedagger thought about it for a while, what will they say? Will they hate him? That can't be. But there's a chance they do.
Sigh.
“If I confront them about it, they might deny everything they have done to me, but if I try to defend myself, they might gaslight me as well.. damn it..!!”
He paces around his room, thinking hard; there must be some way to properly confront them without them denying anything at all.
He checks the time after a few moments. 11:30pm, almost midnight.
“shit.. I need to sleep now, but.. Well, nevermind, I'll think about it tomorrow.”
He flops down on his bed, pulling the sheets over himself: he tries to sleep, but everything's just overwhelming for him.
..
12:00am, it says on the clock, icedagger is restless. He's already comfortable, hugging his stuffed animals tightly, but still—he just can't. Counting sheep? Useless, deep breaths? Also useless.
“Just close your eyes..maybe it'll work..”
Icedagger mutters to himself. As he hides his face into the head of his stuffed animal and finally drifts off to sleep. His heart racing.
Goodnight Icedagger.
Or should I say. Glacier?