MCYT RANDOMNESS 2

Therapy Pt 4

It's been 2 weeks.

On day 4 I stopped trying to sleep. I found a potion that keeps me awake enough. I deal with my broken arm. I ignore the Sculk and Vex, finding potions that drown out their voices in my mind. But what I can't remove are the other hermits.

'Cub?' Grian calls as he arrives one day.

'Yeah?' I call back, feigning normality. 'What's up, man?' I down a potion to keep me awake before hobbling downstairs.

'I was wondering if you were...'

He mumbles something I would've heard normally, but my ears are still recovering. I only realise he's finished speaking when he stares at me.

'Uhh... Yes!' I reply confidently. 'Yeah, yeah I was just... recovering.' I lie.

'Alright...' Grian crosses his arms. 'It's just... you've been here a while. Scar's... pretending he's fine, but he's worried too.'

'Yeah, of course...' If I seem busy, he might go or think I'm coping. So I start opening chests on my auto-torch farms, crossing the room to find stuff that isn't here.

'Cub? Are you ok?'

'I'm fine.'

'You're walking... weirdly.'

I continuing to search my chests. I've forgotten what I'm looking for, but maybe I'll know when I see it.

'Does Scar know you're...'

Scar? Scar Scar yes Scar...

'Oh, shut up...' I mutter, finding the closest I've got to a working potion and drinking it all. One hand clicks a pen in my pocket. It doesn't stop the Vex.

Go. Go prank. Kill Grian. Stinky watcher. Prank him. Hide him. Trap him underground.'Yeah... no... I'm getting Scar.' Grian turns to his communicator.

S***.

No.

Scar can't know.

'STOP!'

I pin Grian to the ground. He struggles, swearing.

'F***, Cub! What's going on?!'

'I'm fine!' I spit. 'Everything's fine.'

'Cub, it's not fine!' He shoves me away, standing.

'I'm fine!' I repeat. Grian narrows his eyes, point proved as I struggle to stand again. 'Grian... I'm fine.'

'If you won't tell me, go to therapy.' Grian insists. 'Go to therapy or I tell Scar.'

Kill him. Permadeath. For being so nosy. He doesn't get to control-

'F*** OFF! Sorry...' I search my chests for the right potions.  'I'm sorry. It's the voices. Constantly talking... Constantly there...' I search through another chest, hands shaking from the potion keeping me awake. I need another potion for that. And, as Grian continuing to speak is just muffled, I remember I need something for my hearing. 'I have potions...'

'Cub!' Grian forces me to look at him, speaking loudly and slowly like I'm 5. 'You've been hiding for 3 weeks. You look like you haven't slept that whole time... You clearly can't hear or walk properly, you're addicted to potions, you need help, so Go. To. Therapy.'

'I've got something...' I reply 'Something here...'

'Cub...'

'I'm fine! Look at me! I'm helping myself...' My hand fazes through the banister and I slip. Grian catches me.

'You need therapy.'

'I'm fine.'

'Come on, Cub. It'll help.' Grian forces me outside, a hand around my shoulder. The Sculk and Vex lurk in my mind. I have to get away before they... I have to get away...