uhhuh It's like an itch.
It's like an itch.

My mind is filled with nothing but static and smoke.
Post-game Miles Upshur from the game Outlast.

(Open universe and Multiship friendly!)



"I offered to stay— don’t worry at all. If I hadn’t wanted to, I wouldn’tve offered, now would I? So… I’ll stay over night with you, longer if you want, and, ah…"

They fidgeted with the bottle’s cap, thinking over another offer they could give. So, it was a rather dull, basic room— did Miles want them to sleep next to him, or on the floor, or…

Whatever. It wasn’t that much of a big deal. (But maybe they shouldn’t offer to sleep next to him.)

"— Before it gets late, do ya’ want something to help you out or not? Somethin’ soothing?"

Looks like he’s got the green light to ask. Might as well.

"Well, I think some chamomile tea would be good." He said quietly.

Chamomille tea was his favorite. Not only did it calm him down, but it tasted good, too. And he hadn’t had in a long time, either. Of course, he still feels like he’s bothering Day with the suggestion. But he decides to let it slide. Besides, this might help him a little. And also having company was nice. Even though he would normally decline the offer and be left alone. But he thought he was alone long enough. He wanted to recover. And the first step would be to accept things more, even though it might be a little hard at first.


Nothing is okay

Everything is horrible

I’m going to die alone

And I’ll never find true happiness

"No one gives a shit about you unless you’re lying on the floor dead."



Journal entry: Unknown #

"I can’t even get out of my room because I might see him out there."

"I’m afraid if he sees me, he’s going to yell at me, or say something behind my back."

"…I doubt he would actually do that, but my stupid anxiety still causes me to stay away."



Day rolled the prescription bottle in their hands, searching for his dose. It was probably too late to give it now, too close to his next dose, but… yeah, they were probably going to offer it out in the morning. There’s no way they’d give him the bottle to take it himself at any point.

Not until they got to talk to a doctor.

"It ain’t too hard to take meds… jus’ get some water n’ gulp it down," they muttered before shoving the bottle into their hoodie pocket and speaking up. This time, about his nightmares.

"Nightmares don’t help, yeah, n’ I wouldn’t be surprised if your meds gave you insomnia as well. Do you think it’d help if I was in here with you? Or if— or, um, too— if I got somethin’ that helped you?"

"— I mean, if anything helps in the first place?"

He thinks about Day’s question for a few seconds. He hasn’t had company in weeks, so maybe it would help if someone stayed around for a little while. And a thing that would help… Well, he really likes chamomile tea. It helps him calm down, but again, he hasn’t had it in a long time. He’s afraid that he might sound needy, though.

"Would it be okay if you stayed for the night? If…That’s okay with you."

It felt really awkward saying that, so awkward that he actually felt a little embarassed…And a bit anxious. He doesn’t know how Day will react to the question. It just didn’t sound right for some reason.

When all of the nervous thoughts were dying down, he then noticed that it got unbearingly quiet in the room, so he pretends to cough to break the heavy silence. Great. Now he feels like he’s bothering him. He should’ve stayed quiet.

Track: Medicine
Artist: Hollywood Undead
Album: Notes From the Underground
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Hollywood Undead - Medicine

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