icangiveyouanything‌:

Patches was very small to the dragon, but Dark wasn’t kidding about being able to smell him.

The beast moved around the cave slowly, trying to sniff out the intruder he knew was around somewhere. He’d heard the soft clink of coins from him running as well.

“You can’t hide from me… No one can.” Patches was probably keenly aware of the dragon’s head passing right over his hiding place.

The hyperventilating only got worse and much more loud before he had to forcibly shove his hands on his mouth to quiet down as he felt the dragon loom over the goblet.  Tears were falling down his face and his body either had to go into flight or fight mode..

and like a real hero-

he chose flight. 

Patches bolted from the goblet with a clunk and tried to make a mad dash to the entrance of the cave while screaming for his life. 

icangiveyouanything‌:

Host answered this question as confidently as the last one, glad Patches gave him the opportunity to do so. “The Host doesn’t know Patches real name. It was never discussed.” He smiled lightly.

Dark scowled inwardly. That was the answer? Really? That would have been so simple to mimic if only he had known. But how was he supposed to guess that Host didn’t know his own boyfriend’s name?

“How does Patches know Dark isn’t getting this information from his mind somehow,” he spoke up.

Patches felt his soul sink into the ground when he heard the being in front of him answer his question perfectly. He started to shiver again as he slowly turned his head around back to the man who he thought was his boyfriend. 

The borrower gulped- he had a talent for noticing small things being that he was small in stature himself. Everything was adding up. Patches shook his head. 

“Th-then why didn’t you answer me when I asked? Ho-host has always been straight forward and honest with me!”

icangiveyouanything‌:

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.

icangiveyouanything‌:

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-”

icangiveyouanything‌:

“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. 

icangiveyouanything‌:

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.”