@askborrowermedic [And thus Patches’ bed burned down. rip.]
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Allt är bra.”
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It was crowded, and he was a bit nervous about being caught by the wrong kind of people. However, the atmosphere was cheerful and hopeful. People were friendly to one another, standing in solidarity.
He had been complimented multiple times on his tattoo, shown off by his choice to wear a tank top, his mask (a rainbow-coloured masquerade one in the shape of a moth), and his sign (“Let’s get one thing straight because I’m not.”). It seemed to be a fairly easy-going event.
However, it was the small figure that caught his attention, running among the feet of the many participants. Was that… was that Patches?
He honestly didn’t expect someone like Patches to be here, not with his small size and all.
Russell knelt down and held his hand out. Thankfully. no one seemed to notice.
“Patches? That you?” who else would it be, Russell? “Quick, over here.”
Russell felt a pang of anxiety push into his senses when the silence lingered between them. He could already tell that something among everything he had said had gotten to Patches.
His heart pounded a little. He couldn’t yet tell if that was good or bad. He knew that even the truth could be painful, even if he hadn’t intended for it to be.
But his mouth dropped open when he started to cry. He immediately started to babble out some kind of apology,
“I… Patches, I’m, I’m sorry, I was just…” but then he paused when Patches said that, “I’m… I’m saying the truth Patches. You are who you are, and to me, you’re a wonderful friend who deserves to have nothing but good things.”
He smiled softly, before pulling a tissue from his bag. It was probably like a blanket to the little doctor but it was better than nothing.
“You don’t have to say anything. I know what you mean,” he said, as he gently reached down and wiped away one of Patches’ tears with the tip of his pinky before putting the tissue down in his palm, “Do you want to head back? I can take you back if you like.”
He had a feeling that perhaps it was all the excitement and overstimulation that had caused all the emotion to spill out. Patches might have needed some time to go through everything.
The little man squeaked when he felt the tissue press up lightly on his cheek. Tears were jelloing down his blushed cheeked as he looked back up at Russell in awe. Amazed at how sweet this scout was and felt grateful that he was friends with him.
Patches blinked before nodding persistently.
“As how…important this standing is- I’m- I’m feeling a tad over whelmed right now…” He managed to say as he pulled the tissue up to his face to keep the tears from soaking his clothes.
“Th-thank you.”
Wacky Wednesday
That would have hurt if he’d actually said that to Host. Thankfully Dark wasn’t Host but it still wasn’t the best sign. He obliged though, not wanting to make the situation even worse and placed Patches down on the ground. What was he going to do, anyway? Run over to the giant?
Host took it as a good sign though. Maybe he was finally getting through to him, making him realize that the man that was holding him wasn’t who he thought he was.
“Patches?” They both questioned in near unison.
Tears were crawling down his cheeks as he was let down. He gingerly dropped to the ground and walked a little forward to the towering giant in-front of them. They were just- so huge. It was like confronting a literal god. Though right now that god could be Host…maybe he should try to ask him the question.
He whipped a tear away while sniffling, looking up at the daunting figure.
“ Okay… “Host” ….. what’s my name?”
He was holding his breath.
who’s host?
“Host is a really smart and talented writer! He’s also really nice and really interesting. OH goodness I could also go on on how handsome he is and how his hands are really soft and how relaxing his voice is- I love reading his work too it’s so suspenseful and- “
( Mun note: This particular host is actually from an rp blog ran by my friend! The blog is @guestsinhisworld and uh… don’t ask us how this cross fandom ship happened. We don’t know either. It was just really good accidental chemistry.)
Wacky Wednesday
Host did not like this at all. He wanted to reach out and grab Patches but knew that would only make this worse. But if you looked at him you could see the panic on his face.
Dark was good at faking an expression of concern and did grab Patches, hugging him though there was something a bit awkward about the gesture. Dark wasn’t very good at hugs due to a complete lack of practice.
“The Host is so sorry, he didn’t mean to upset Patches!”
The tears didn’t stop- his mind was clouded and thinking straight was becoming hard to do. Everything felt wrong. Sure it looked like his boyfriend was protecting him from the entity but at the same time there just something not right about the situation. Strangely enough “Dark’s” actions and how he knew the answer to his questions were making the whole switched bodies thing more believable. However he was being pulled in mentally by “Host” that Dark was just lying.
Small details started to become apparent to him as well that he didn’t think about; the way he woke up late this morning, him heading downstairs, burning himself- this weird awkward hug that lacked confidence. Things weren’t quite clicking for him yet but he was starting to doubt what he is seeing.
His borrower instincts screamed at him to run and hide in a hole for 20 years due to the gallons of stress he was going through. But he didn’t want to leave Host behind…
“P-p-please put me down-”
Wacky Wednesday
“The Host cares about Patches, he knows he does. But he can’t he can’t help but feel like the medic is trying to manipulate him with guilt now…” Dark you are so full of it.
The real Host spoke up then. “The Host wonders if it wouldn’t be easier just to answer the question. He would have no trouble with such a simple question if he is the real Host.”
“No…that’s not…I…”
Well this was a pickle. His emotions clashed together and his confusion was wild. He felt guilty when ‘host’ pulled that line- his heart felt like it was being shot as he was hurting someone he cared about. However the feeling of something not being right and the fact that ‘dark’ knew that specific information. Also he had a point as he was confused why Host just didn’t answer his question. He was always straight forwarded with him.
There was only one thing he could possibly do- the thing that might either solve the mystery or make things worse.
Patches started to baw in tears- crying violently.
Wacky Wednesday
Dark frowned. It was right, of course it was. Host was going to know these things. But wait, was the medic looking at him now?
If only he could have prepared for this but this entire situation was thrust upon him spontaneously and without warning. But maybe it could still have an effect on Patches regardless.
The entity was quiet and he could just feel Host looking at him, knowing he didn’t know the right answer. He’d make one last ditch attempt to salvage this.
“Is Patches really going to let Dark cause him to question the Host? He can’t believe he’d ever doubt him.”
For being such a straight forward question- Patches wondered why he avoided it. He did however feel a pang of guilt, however the overwhelming feeling that something was wrong persisted. Could be his anxiety acting up but… oh. yes.
Patches wiggled out of the coat and crawled up quickly to stand on Host’s shoulder.
“Bu-but Host you know I get uneasy….you know how my chronic paranoia is….it’s not that I don’t trust you.. the boiling fear just- happens. Please for my sake answer the question.”
Wacky Wednesday
“The Host doesn’t think Patches should play Dark’s game. This could be a ploy to get information,” Dark spoke up.
But Host couldn’t help but feel a little proud of Patches, he could tell he was trying to trick him with that question.
“Patches doesn’t have a butterfly, he has a moth. Her name is Mothra,” Host answered.
The warning came a little too late as “Dark” answered his question a little too well. Literally being on point was was even able to tell Patches Mothra’s gender. That defiantly caught the little man off guard as he started to question this situation.
No… he couldn’t… Patches didn’t actually spend time with Dark this whole time did he? Color was draining from his face. He didn’t want to know but..
one more question. Just maybe…
Patches looked up at the man who was holding him in his coat pocket.
“Do you- do you know my real name?”
Wacky Wednesday
“Dark must be out of ideas if he thinks Patches will fall for that.” On the inside Dark was incredibly smug, Patches was outright rejecting his boyfriend’s attempts to reconnect with him. On the outside though he held the same angry and offended expression as Patches. Or what he assumed Patches probably looked like right now.
Host, meanwhile, was trying to keep his head about him. No need to just start arguing. There was only one thing that ever settled this sort of situation.
“The Host begs Patches to ask him something only the Host would know.”
Man he really is keeping up with this story isn’t he? Patches tilted his head wondering why he’d take this angle. It was just so weird and Dark would have defiantly tried many other ways to get Patches to trust him again. But what if this was the plan?
The little doctor shook his head in confusion- maybe if he just played along he’d go away eventually.
“Ooookkaayy uh-”
He rose an eye brow.
“What’s my butterfly’s name?”
Wacky Wednesday
When Patches poked his head out from Dark’s collar, face full of fear and the stuttered demand to leave them alone, Host felt his heart break. Of course Patches wouldn’t trust him. He was in Dark’s body and Dark had been known to lie. He was doing it right now by pretending to be Host and Patches didn’t even know it!
But it still stung to have his boyfriend talk to him like that.
“Patches doesn’t understand. The Host and Dark have swapped bodies.”
From Patches perspective- it just looked like Dark was showing up to antagonize them. However ironically he was literally in the real danger’s coat this entire time. Patches’ face contorted into a slightly confused to a more peeved glare when he heard Host say that. Did they really run out of lies to say to mess with him?
“Th-that’s ridiculous even for you Dark! S-stop trying to manipulate me it won’t work this time!!!” Patches actually was pulling himself a little out of the collar. Did they really think he was that dumb?
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