Home sweet home.

We were only away for about half a day, but it felt more like half a month.

I was decent physically, but I was more than completely exhausted, mentally. I hadn’t quite absorbed all the information from today, especially the conformation that God really did exist.

To be honest, I was half convinced that demons and gods were nothing but fairy tales. I say half since I myself used to be a faithful believer in such topics. Praying every day, spreading the word and such. Though for some reason I can’t seem to remember when exactly I lost my faith. It's as if that chunk of my memory was replaced with a patch of haze. To be honest, I don’t even remember being a believer. I just... feel as if I was.

When I opened the door, for the first time since wearing this horrible suit, I realized just how much heat it was emitting. I was no longer in a biome so frosty, it averaged temperatures of negative seventy-six degrees, but in a warm house in a regular warm biome.

My head was starting to feel dizzy, and I began losing my balance. I caught myself as I was slipping, but before I knew it, I fell to the floor and lost consciousness.

(Crap… What’s…happening…?)

Slowly regaining my consciousness, my eyelids flickered to reveal an ominous, dark room.

As I lifted my head to inspect my location, the area was suddenly brightened with ceiling lights.

The change in brightness jolted me, but for some reason I couldn't seem to enter my defensive stance.

That's when my brain finally processed, not only my surroundings, but also my predicament.

Looking around, I deduced that I must have been inside a large prison cell. The metal bars, and air of dread were dead giveaways. Oddly enough the prison cell was far too large for just one person. In fact, I am willing to guess you could fit well over 1,000 people here.

Located in the very center of the cell was me, seated in a wooden chair. I wasn’t strapped or locked down to it by any means, but no matter how hard I squirmed and tried, I couldn’t seem to move an inch.

Suddenly, a sea of red liquids appeared under me. It absolutely reeked of iron, and it vibrated in a way similar to the waves of an ocean.

The waves settled and the hands of mere children erupted from the ocean of blood.

Kids or not, I could feel their powerful grip as they clenched my legs.

Slowly their arms rose more and more until their faces and torso were revealed, and as they rose, they took on an even more gruesome appearance.

The very skin on their back began melting, changing their faces to that of pure bones. Even their former meaty hands were reduced to the very same.

You could see the pains in their hollow eyes, as if their very soul were screaming out. And with each passing second their look of pain grew more and more, until they themselves started hurling their complaints towards me.

One asked me, “I prayed like you said, so why is he not helping me?”. Another said “Yeah, when will he help us?”. One of them behind me proposed an idea. “Maybe you can help us, instead!”

Agreeing with the idea, the other two began chanting “Yeah, help us!”, over and over again.

Then suddenly, my vision went black, and I was lying comfortably in bed.

I opened my eyes and met the ceiling’s gaze. As I sat up, I felt a pain blooming within my head. I seemed to have caught a headache while I was out.

(The hell kind of dream was that? Damn. It felt more like recalling a distant memory than a dream.)

I viewed my surroundings to get an idea of where I was -mostly hoping it wasn’t another hideout. Luckily, I’m able to exhale a breath of relief. No doubt, this is my room.

I pondered on how I could have got here, but more than that I was confused on how my heating suit had vanished.

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I was wearing it before I passed out, but now it was gone, and I was left wearing just my boxers underneath.

I seemed to be in the comfort of my home, so I headed downstairs all the same.

“Damn. I guess that answers all my questions.”

Sitting on the sofa was my father, glued to some manga. And lying beside him, was the bodysuit I had on.

He has a strong Caribbean accent, so I’ll do the interpreting for you:

“Ahh, yuh wake up, mon” he said as he closed his book.

{Ah you’re awake}

“...Y-Yep.”

I looked away as I replied. I was pondering my best excuse for not just the suit, but everything really.

He slapped the sofa spot beside him, basically indicating he wanted me to sit there.

**PAT

“Come si dun” he ordered with a calm tone.

{Come… sit}

Though he sounded calm, I could feel the atmosphere shift to that of an investigation room.

I hadn't quite thought of a valid excuse yet, and so I was forced to do the next best thing. Wing it and hope for the best.

*Flop

“Suh, Akuma… Wha mek yuh did knock out a mi doorstep them, and wha mek yuh did a ware that bodysuit deh?”

{So, Akuma… Why exactly were you unconscious at my doorsteps, wearing a bodysuit?}

...

There was a sudden pause, as I thought of the best way to improvise.

I figured it didn’t really matter what I said, if I said it with confidence then he would believe it.

I took a deep breath, and with a straight face that could put any actor to shame, I replied to his question.

“I'm sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but me and Tenshi actually went out to a cosplay party with his friends.”

“...Suh, yuh a try tell mi seh yuh did deh round twenty add year old pickney?”

{...You mean to tell me; you were hanging out with twenty-year-olds?}

“Yes”, I answered with no hesitation.

(Fu-Fu. An amazing excuse. The best part is that I'm not even lying!)

He looked at me with a face of sheer disappointment, and then released a sigh of disbelief.

“And wha mek yuh choose that hot sinthing deh fi wear? The way the thing hot, it knock yuh out.”

{So, for this cosplay party... Why pick this suit exactly? I mean it’s so hot, you even passed out.}

“It was the first one I saw.”

“Hmm… Mi have sup’m mi waa ask yuh.”

{...I see. I have something else to ask you.}

He grabbed the remote that rested in one of the cup holders and powered on the tv.

My eyes enlarged and my pupils shook as I stared at the screen.

“They are searching their hardest to find any survivors, but with no luck unfortunately” The female reporter said.

The ambulance stayed on standby just in case any survivors were found, and the police were blocking off anyone or anything from coming close.

You could even see the desperation in the firemen’s eyes, as they scanned the ruble, just wishing to find someone.

But all of this was for nothing. I know firsthand that no one could have survived such a disaster.

“We suspect that this must be a leak in the gas pipes, some sources even claim terrorism!”

Hitting the power button again, he turned off the display.

“Yuh nuh know noting bout this, right?”

{You wouldn’t know anything about this, would you?}

I accidently dropped my calm, straight face and the decibels of my voice greatly sunk. I even stuttered as I answered his question.

“I- I ahh. I don’t.”

(Crap. That was definitely obvious.)

“Ohh?... Well, if yuh seh suh then mi nuh have noting else fi ask yuh then.”

{...Well, if you say so then I won’t question you anymore.}

(H-He fell for that?! Fu-fu. Stupid old man!)

I rose out of the sofa and crept away in utter silence.

“Wait deh, one more ting. Which part Tenshi deh?”

{Ah, I actually have one more question. Where exactly is Tenshi right now?}

(All these damn questions! Go play detective somewhere else, damn!)

“...He’s staying at his girl's house.”

(Again. Not technically a lie.)

“Ahh. That mek sense mon, gaa yuh bed fi school inna de morning.”

{Ahh. That makes sense. Well, I guess you should be getting some sleep for tomorrow.}

"Ahh... yes I am… Goodnight, dad.”

“Goodnight.”