Swap was just..in his room. Looking at his hoodie and the picture of himself, his brother, and [th3 m@n wh0 sp3@k$ 1n h@nd$?]. "I don't..I don't deserve this. Any of this." He placed his brother's hoodie on his bed, and put the picture back in the box of other pictures. He sighed and looked around his room. He looked at the table. |No- NO NO NO PLEASE DON'T GO BACK TO THAT MEMORY-| But it had already happen. Him, walking into the room with Dream's skull in hand. "Nonononononono- please- stop, stop, STOP!" He looked around, for anything. ANYONE. He needed someone- But, Tavia wasn't there. She was out, doing what? Who knows. She was supposed to be coming home soon, maybe he could wait it out? |STOP- STOP THINKING ABOUT IT!| (Fluff’s work) Tavia has been speaking to Ink about all that had happened when she felt the small ‘ting’ of worry. She checked the time and realized she had to get back. “Uh… talk more later.” She quickly opened a portal and hopped in, right to the front door of the house. She ran in. |Oh god- please be okay-| She saw him. Him sitting on the floor. …shaking. He kept saying “No, no no! STOP!!” She ran over to him, concern in her eyes. “Swap. Breathe.” He took a deep inhale, and exhaled shakily. “It’s over now, remember?” He looked up at her, and slowly nodded. “You’re here. You’re strong.” He hesitated before speaking, “But- what if I go back to-“ She shushed him. “You won’t. And besides, I’m sticking around here for a while. I’m here to help you in every way I can.” For the first time in a long time, he smiled genuinely. “We’re gonna be okay. I’m gonna be okay.” And he truly believed it. She did too.
