What if Dee regressed while the others were filming dealing with intrusive thoughts and he couldn’t figure out why no one was around
(Sorry it took so long to write, I had stuff going on in my house today and I took a long break from writing today because I was too stressed out.)
Deceit woke up from his nap regressed and rubbed his eyes as he yawned, dragging his feet on his way to where he’d last seen Remus, his main caregiver, in the common room of the dark sides’ house watching a movie. He flopped onto the couch, expecting to fall into Remus’ arms, autopilot and regression turning his brain into a clingy, nonfunctional mush.
Hitting the couch itself seemed to wake him from his post-sleep stupor and he looked around for Remus, expecting to have misjudged the distance he’d walked. But Remus was just gone, nowhere to be seen. He felt tears well up in his eyes and tried to summon him only to get the request denied.
He got scared. Silence through the whole house reminded him of Pink and Orange, how eerily quiet they were before they got mad at him. Reminded him of running and hiding and getting found and getting hurt. He didn’t want them here, he wanted Remus.
He tried again, more forcefully, at a summon only to get it rejected again and he began crying with a hiccup, running to the deepest parts of Remus’ closet, hiding within it with the creative side’s old clothes and childhood momentos in boxes. He forced himself behind the boxes, hiding away from the silence in the house with his favorite plushie as protection.
He didn’t know how long he’d been in there but it had to me a long time because it felt like forever hiding in the dark before he heard the closet door open and someone softly calling for him. He hid further away, quieting himself too easily and he looked over the figure entering the closet, shaking with contained tears as he got flashes in his mind of Orange with a big, broken smile on his face, laughing manically as he got ready to drag him off to Pink.
“Dee?” He felt his breath hitch and the figure whipped its head toward him and begin to move toward him.
“No, I’ll be good! Please, not again!” He tucked himself further into the corner, hiccupping as the figure moved back and sat on the floor with him.
“Deceit, breathe. You’re safe. It’s just me, Roman.” He looked at the prince, making sure it was him before he clambered around the boxes and burying into his arms.
“It’s okay, I’m here, I’ve got you. Roman assured him, rubbing his back.
“Ree wa’n’t there!” He sobbed out.
“I know. He’s very sorry he didn’t listen to you. He was filming. He’s looking for you in your room, okay? How about we go see him.” Roman asked. Deceit nodded but clung onto him, instead making grabby hands and hoping Roman didn’t hate him and would understand.
“Uppies?” Roman asked. He nodded and grabbed up at him. “Alright, up we go, little snake.” And Roman picked him up with ease, Deceit holding onto his neck with Cerys tucked into his other arm, face buried into Roman’s neck.
“Guess who I found?” Roman announced into Deceit’s room, Remus buzzing up straight and he worriedly came over, tears on his face.
“Oh thank god, you’re okay.” Remus hugged onto him and Roman sat them on Deceit’s bed.
“You weren’ there when I woke up.” Deceit whispered.
“Salem, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that was why you were summoning me. I didn’t mean to leave you alone.” Remus snuggled Deceit to his front.
“It’s ‘kay, Ree.” Deceit assured him, wiping off the intrusive side’s face of tears with his sleeved hands.
“You’re okay?” Remus asked.
“Got scared of Pink and Orry but I’m ‘kay ‘cause Ro found me.” Deceit took Roman’s hand, refusing to let him leave.
“Well Ro has to really brave then, saving you?” Remus asked.
“Ro’s the best uncle.” Deceit smiled at Roman.
“I’m sure if you asked him, Roman would stay for dinner, huh?” Remus assured him.
“Ro wanna have veggie nuggets and mac and cheese with us?” Deceit asked.
“Sure, kiddo.” Roman agreed.
That night the twins fell asleep with Deceit fast asleep between them on the couch, clinging onto Remus and holding Roman’s hand tightly, a new plushie buried in his arms and a blanket draped over the trio.