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It was the middle of the night, and Eraser was tiredly laid on his couch. He had one hand propping his head against the arm, and the other clutching the remote.
He aimlessly surfed through different channels, trying to find a distraction from the rather obvious thing on his mind.
It had been a couple days since the festival, and to an extent the incident on the roof. And Eraser had been practically incapable of thinking about anything else.
He hadn’t seen or heard from Pen at all since then, too.
The harsh words he had heard from Match and Pencil that evening were stuck with him like glue, replaying over and over like a broken record.
(“So does that mean you’re a girl as well?”)
The horrified look on Pen’s face when he realized what Eraser had heard was also stuck with him. Eraser was likely never going to forget the sight. Just thinking about it gave him chills.
Sighing, he took out his phone, opening his messages with him.
(I’ve sent Pen a ton of messages, but none of them have even been read.)
(That whole time, Pen must’ve been so scared.)
(And despite that, he was still willing to tell me, but..)
(…)
(What if..?)
(What if i had known what to say then?)
(No.. this isn’t my fault.. right?)
Just then, a notification came up on his phone, from the main groupchat with their friends.
Funny_Doer: yo guys u there??
Eraser clicked the notification and began to type out a response.
eraser: yeag
eraser *yeah
snowBro: yep.
Funny_Doer: does any1 know if pens awake rn?
snowBro: dont think so.
snowBro: havent even heard from him since the festival now that i think about it.
Funny_Doer: oh no
Funny_Doer: SB i wonder if it had smth to do with the thing he wanted to tell us??
snowBro: what even happened eraser? u were there w him that night iirc.
eraser: shit happened thats the best way i can put it
Funny_Doer: Did he like confess his love 4 for u or smth LMAOOO XDD
eraser: im not laughing blocky.
eraser: pen hasnt even read any of my messages
eraser: im genuinely worried af
Funny_Doer: wait fr
Funny_Doer: oh crap mb then
Funny_Doer: thats REALLY unlike him.. he always responds like the SECOND some1 texts yk??
snowBro: What was it he even wanted to tell us?
eraser: oh
eraser: dont think i can say
eraser: i have no right talking abt it in his place
snowBro: Booo.
Funny_Doer: im sure he’ll turn up eventually
Funny_Doer: like i said this is very unlike him
Funny_Doer: anyways hows this ver?
Funny_Doer: attachment: prankremake.mp4
Funny_Doer: talked to woody he agreed i should tone down the lights a bit
snowBro: “a bit.”
Funny_Doer: still not enough?????
Funny_Doer: ig ill have to ask pen whenever he comes online
Funny_Doer: hes good w this stuff
(Blocky and SB wouldn’t have even batted an eye if they’d been the ones to learn about Pen.)
(Nothing would have changed, just like he would’ve wanted.)
(If those two were up there instead of me..?)
(Would Pen be here messaging with us now..?)
Eraser put his phone down, groaning wearily as he glanced up at the ceiling.
Wherever Pen was, Eraser desperately hoped he was okay.