According to the clock above me, an hour had passed since Erasure's visit with the untouched food. Now, slightly different footsteps approached me. I snapped up-neither awake nor asleep-to find Present Mic towering above me. I yawned, forcing my eyes open again to watch him. I noticed a small smile on his face as he bent down in front of me. I blinked slowly,"Wha-" He picked me up bridal style, carrying me to another room that I recognized as the living room. He set me down on a soft cushion, rubbing my shoulder for a moment. I yawned again, my eyes drifting closed. I wasn't asleep, but I wasn't awake enough to keep my eyes open or move. Not long after settling into the couch corner, a knock sounded at the door. I jumped slightly at the sudden noise, before a shushing noise filled my ears calmly. I allowed myself to snuggle back into the couch right as footsteps approached me slowly. A familiar voice whispered,"This is progress Erasure, Mic. But he won't be like this in the morning, sadly." I perked at his soft voice, quietly responding to his presence,"Keigo?" I heard him gasp as I sat up slightly, bleary-eyed. He spoke a bit louder than a whisper, but still quietly,"He's not asleep?" Erasure answered,"No. Just really tired. He didn't even put up a fight when Mic carried him here." My vision was blurred and it was dark in the room besides the light coming from the TV, but I could just barely make out Keigo's figure. I reached up towards him lazily. He picked me up enough to set me on his lap. I snuggled into his warmth, closing my eyes again, still not allowing myself to fall asleep. Erasure spoke quietly,"Dabi, why don't you sleep?" I mumbled,"No." Keigo sighed, wrapping his arms around me protectively,"They won't hurt you, Patches." I grunted in disbelief, but drifted asleep.
Shoto sat against a wall, eyes glazed and empty. It was dark out, so I had a hard time seeing him. Once I did, I ran to him teary eye I screamed,"Shoto?! Shoto!" I dropped to my knees, shaking his shoulders,"C'mon c'mon, wake up!" I noticed his neck was disentigrating, and a bullet holes in his chest. He wasn't breathing! I cursed loudly, kicking a nearby wall. Behind me, a raspy voice laughed,"Throwing a tantrum. are we Dabi?" I spun around to find him holding Fuyumi by the neck as hers fell away as well. He smiled...