I was going through some of my old fic drafts and found this one where Sibuna decides that since everyone in the house has a basic level of awareness of the mystery, they’re not going to bother hiding it except from Victor/Trudy. Trouble is, Mick is a lot more oblivious than they assumed.
Anyway I’m dying a little so I had to share it
Sibuna was definitely one of the worst-kept secrets of Anubis House. Sure, it was only the five of them that were active members, but everyone else had either been told (Joy), figured it out (Mara), or walked in on them at some point or other (Jerome). Mick had very definitely checked at least two off the list.
None of them seemed particularly committed to long sleepless nights running round the house, but since they knew, Sibuna figured as long as Victor was out of earshot, they could talk about the mysteries to their hearts content.
Of course, they hadn’t been expecting Mick to show up in the library during their final battle with Rufus and Senkhara. He stood wide-eyed, hardly able to take it all in, then Joy… He knelt down beside her, holding one of her hands while Eddie exorcised Nina.
After the smoke of battle cleared, and Joy was revived, he decided to break the uneasy silence.
“You guys sure know how to LARP, that was hardcore.”
If anything, the silence was even more deafening.
He frowned. “Okay, I mean, that part with Joy was a bit uncalled for, but I did not realise you were that good an actress Mercer! And all the effects and the fact you got Victor to join you-!”
“Mick…” Fabian began cautiously. “You- you do know this was all real, right?”
There was an explosion of sound as everyone started shouting over each other, though it quickly dissolved into hysterical laughter. None of them had the energy to deal with this, but the thought that Mick assumed everything they’d just witnessed, coupled with everything they’d said and done over the past few months, had been an elaborate roleplay was too much.
Mick stared into his bowl of cheerio’s, wishing they could spell out the answers to today’s physics test. He had revised, but Fabian bailed on their revision session last night to hang out with Nina, so instead Mick spent the evening watching clips from the Olympic Games on his laptop. Which was kind of physics, right? Momentum and angles of movement and…yeah this test wasn’t gonna go his way.
His traitorous roommate entered the room, deep in conversation with Nina and Amber. Mick’s ears pricked up, hoping to catch some insight into today’s test, or a way he could butt in to ask them about it.
“I’m just saying, why do these ghosts keep bothering you with all of their problems? Like, isn’t there ghostly therapy or something?” Amber asked as they sat down.
“I’m not sure Senkhara’s the therapy type.” Nina replied. “Besides, I’m the Chosen One, it’s kind of my deal to deal with this.”
“Really? It said that in the Chosen One handbook?”
Ah, so they were talking about their latest campaign, that made sense. It didn’t help him much though
“What if we just found someone with like, the most irrational fear and got them to do the task?” Alfie asked.
Mick was sat at the table, looking over some maths homework. For once he was going to get it finished and handed in early, rather than scribbling some numbers down seconds before the teacher collected it. Or he was, if his housemates weren’t huddled round the coffee table, speaking in what they thought were low tones.
“If that was the case, Patricia would definitely be going in.” Amber laughed.
“Hey!” Patricia exclaimed, elbowing Amber.
“Sorry, I’m just saying. How many feet do you think are going to be in a tunnel?”
“Uhhh in an underground hand-dug tunnel, I’d say the chances are higher than you think.”
Amber conceded, shuddering. “Ugh, don’t make me think about that.”
“Okay so probably not Patricia and Alfie then.” Nina said, grimacing at the odds tipping in her favour.
Patricia turned round to peer over the sofa at the long-suffering maths student. “Hey Mick, what’s your worst fear?”
“Patricia!” Fabian hissed. “What are you doing?”
She shrugged. “Assessing local resources.”
“What’s your worst fear?”
“Yeah I heard you, what’s it got to do with anything?”
“We’re trying to work out who has the most irrational fear, so what’s yours?”
Mick frowned. This was definitely a more complicated question than finding the square root of x. Failure, rejection, disappointing his father, there were plenty to choose from.
“Yeah, like a serious injury that means I can’t run or play football anymore. That’d really suck.”
The group considered this. Mick felt like he was on trial for something.
“I mean realistically he shouldn’t get hurt?”
“Yeah but knowing the tunnels? They could just collapse to prove a point. And then our football team would be down their star player!”
“Yeah and Sweetie does not want to lose another trophy this year.”
“Okay, so not Mick then?” Patricia asked.
The others shook their heads unanimously. She turned back to face Mick.
“Good news Mickolas, you’re not suitable for the task!”
“Thanks? I guess?” He replied.
Satisfied, the group turned back to their discussion, leaving Mick with several questions to ponder on. He shrugged. It must be part of their new DnD campaign. He was a little miffed they hadn’t asked him to join in, though he didn’t really go in for all that dice rolling, so he wasn’t surprised.
He helped himself to a piece of fruit and went back to his equations, leaving them to discuss Jerome’s fears.
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