(two bedrotting over gaty im going to rip my limbs off—short but im sleepy and i have to rewatch tpot 16 seven times more ok bye)

Turning over on their bed, Two stared at the photo on their nightstand, the torn photo of themselves and Gaty just absolutely shattering them once more. She was gone, why even bother at this point? The timeline changed so much Gaty had disappeared, there was no way for her to come back anyways.

They knew this was pathetic, they’re supposed to be hosting right now! But they could barely find the energy to get themselves out of bed anymore, let alone host a show. Two rolled over onto their stomach, groaning at the effort as they buried their face into their tear-stained pillow. They couldn’t bear to think about her anymore.

Hearing a knock at their door, Two groaned again, was it not obvious they were going through it right now? Another knock. They buried themselves under their blanket, hugging their knees close to their chest. Another knock. This one was louder. Who cared at this point? Why even try—Their thoughts were interrupted as the door to their room slowly creaked open, another groan coming from them as they heard the footsteps walking over to their bed.