Paradoxcicle

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Amidst all that, everyone in the house managed to hear the sound of a car pulling into the front drive. Xiv in particular listened out for the amount of footsteps that came out of the car towards the house, and then questioned if Charlie had come home in a clown car. It sounded like they were about to make a few new friends, that was for sure.

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Charlie walked inside and decided to just keep the front door unlocked and let everyone else spill in. With this amount of people in his house he doubted he'd have to worry about things like robberies.

Five new characters, plus William and Goobleck and Ranboo, poured past him at either side. It was easy to be swept further in with them, but he stood against the current. He stood there, looking on as the rest of them easily made themselves at home and flooded his entryway with conversation. Noise. There was so much noise, rushing into his ears, muffling his senses. It all bled together into static, obscured of meaning. It was too much effort to make out a single word.

He just wanted it to stop. He wanted to be able to breathe. He didn't want to be here, he just wanted to go home.

Breathe.

Charlie took a breath. That's right, he was home. Seriously, he'd only just walked in the door, why was he making such a big deal out of it? He was fine.

"Uh, hey-" Charlie's attention snapped to the person suddenly talking to him. It was Peter, back to his slightly timid self without Exandroth in control, "wasn't Rumi just here? Where uh, where did he go?"

"You saved him, didn't you? He's fine," Charlie's tone wasn't exactly kind as he told Peter about Grizz- he could only assume that's who he was talking about. His own friend that he was too inadequate to save himself. But of course his characters could; in fiction he could save everyone. That fact was starting to get on his nerves.

"Well, yeah, but where-" Peter tried again to get an answer. Charlie saw other characters near his kitchen and walked off in that direction, stepping over a couple of Gegg's signs on the way.

Everyone they'd left at home seemed to be gathered at the edge of the kitchen- besides William, of course. But they were joined by a new character in his place who immediately reminded Charlie of Slime, but not quite as well dressed. Or as tall, for some reason.

"Wow, you made it back!" Xiv said as means of a welcome. Their tone sounds insulting.

"Where'd you pull the new one out of?" Charlie asked, practically ignoring what Xiv had said. He wasn't in the mood.

They gave him a look, brief enough he almost missed it, before looking down at the new slimy addition to the group, "he introduced himself as Slimecicle, I believe."

"He's moist!" Gillion added excitedly.

"The moistest!" Slimecicle agreed.

"Great," Charlie rubbed his eyes and walked past them, "I need something to eat."

He heard the zoom on Robert's camera as he dragged a yogurt from the fridge. He just needed something to keep him going, he wasn't falling asleep on the couch again.

"Uhh...estás bien? You're not exactly giving off good vibes at the moment," Backflipo told him.

Why should that one care? He doesn't know a thing.

"Yeah, I'm bien," Charlie glared at Backflipo.

"Okay, what's going on?" Xiv took control of the conversation, "you can't just come in here and start acting as though we've all done something wrong."

"Something wrong?" Charlie repeated, "no, you all could never, you're all perfect! That's how I made you to be, wasn't it?"

Goddamn perfect. Mocking every flaw of your own.