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Greg was still in his edgy,dark and moody aura when he snapped out,with a shocked expression
And said in really silent voice 'I don't have energy drinks"
How will I stay awake,what will do,how will I go on ,he thought to himself, panicking, he didn't know what to do,his thrived on those energy drinks.What will he do now
(I forgot to post oops)

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(I'm reviving this in the hopes that Matthebris can be more of a thing)

"Uh, we have peanut butter, at least. I think Ten actually took the Nutella about a week ago," Lee glanced down the hall and called, "Tenebris!" A few moments later, his head popped around the corner.

"It's downstairs with Hiraeth, I think. You get it, I can't get through there without waking him up and I don't need to be assaulted with optimism this early." Ten said, before Lee could say anything.

(Wow watch me as I try to revive this as well)

Felix tilted his head and thought for a while. "I would offer to get it, but I don't know this house too well", he said calmly. "But I could really use something sweet for breakfast. Not a fan of jelly or peanut butter..."

(i dont remember where we even are at the story at this point)

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(We're still at the very beginning, first morning after they arrived and decided to trust Hiraeth for now. Matt is making pancakes for breakfast.

Also BIG FAT BUMP YO)

(bump)

"Just, like" Lee makes a swooshing motion with her arm. "shadow your way through there. If I go back into darkness this early I'll probably fall asleep where I'm standing."

"Fine, I'll be right back," Ten practically hissed. Muttering to himself, he opened the basement door and, despite his obvious anger, closed it behind him quietly.

(so Greg, went under lots of changes since the last time I posted here, so I will slowly change towards that personality, also I and Nish call him Michael now so yeet.RN now mostly in it to see Matthebris be a thing)

Michael still shaken over the lack of energy drinks proceeded to vibrate and rapidly breath."M-My g(no he did not say guys, he literally worded out g), HOW WILL I OPERATE!"He asked in a very over the top and dramatic way.

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(//Cracks knuckles// That break was long, Huh? Let's get back to business!)

Matthew let his eyes drift away from the sizzling batter for a second to take a peek out of the window.
Instead of bustling City and small children walking dogs that are bigger than them, there was just... grass and trees. They didn't feel artificial like those in the park.
For them, nobody decided where they grew, they just did. And nobody placed those chains with locks around them whitch Matt and Sam always despised, because you just knew that the couple who put them there is here just because it seems like action as such could save their relationship, that was currently combusting from the inside for reasons that true couples deal with on monthly basis.
There was something freeing about the whole image- And really, He could get used to this.

Michaels words seemed to snap him back into the current timeline, as he focused again on the cooking- And one of the first perfectly golden pancakes that might could just turn to an deeper shade of brown if Matthew didn't give it attention for another five seconds- Luckily, Matthew wasn't about to find that out, as he added it to a slowly growing stack on his left.

It reminded him of the final practice of Don Quixote, where he and many others were running purely on the weight of tomorrow's performance that was breathing on their necks- And many cans of Burn from a vending machine in a completely different wing of the building.
That memory made him chuckle and a somewhat bittersweet smile appeared on his face- Ballet is definitely one of the things he is going to miss the most. But he already made a peace with that. If he didn't, he wouldn't be here.
"Maybe go out and greet the sun rays? Who knows, maybe by dying we got a power of photosynthesis. Considering everything that happened up to this point, you cant tell me that it would be farfetched."

Michael looked at him with a cold, dead glare "Are you mocking me?" he said, "DO YOU THINK MY SUFFERING IS FUNNY?"He added,once again overreacting to a simple comment "I am not a flower my guy but I sure do need some of that sweet, marvelous beverage from the heavens call an energy drink"He said, quite possibly having the image of a monster energy drink can forming in his mind, making him go silent for a moment.

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The basement door opened again silently and Ten came out, rubbing at the three fading rings on his neck with one hand and holding an almost full jar of Nutella. "Here, Nutella," he said, setting it on the counter. "I'm going to go check my traps. If you hear screaming, it's not your problem." He poked Lee's shoulder before walking back upstairs.

"Okay. Don't be stupid. Thanks for the Nutella!" Lee called after him.

Felix wanted to go between Michael and Matthew before a full-blown verbal fight could unfold, but before he could say or do anything, Ten returned with a jar of Nutella. Upon seeing the almost full jar, Felix' face lit up - the glow in his eyes probably equalled a thousand suns. "Nutella!!" he yelled loudly as he grabbed the jar and hugged it like it was his most valuable treasure. "Oh sweet spread from the heavens," he whispered, tracing the rim of the lid with his finger, "how I missed you!"

Matthew looked taken back by Michael, looking over his shoulder to study his features... Was it a joke or was Michael angry? No, No- Matthew is overthinking this. It was a joke, comedy- And overreaction meant to get a laugh out of people. Matthew does that a lot too after all...Or he did indeed crossed the line and messed up. Somehow, his words managed to affect Michael and now, anything could happen.
Matthew managed a slight laugh, an attempt at damage control. It might’ve been more of a wince.

"Let me guess, your Brother is not going to hunt rabbits, right?" Matthew said, using Tens entrance as a mean to steer the conversation away from the possible mess that he caused. "Its Lee, Right?" Finally- a name that was easy to pronounce and wasn't morbid in any way.

Nutella. Of all things he expected, this wasn't one of them. He's going to have to thank Ten later once he returns. Or Felix and Michael are going to take that honor upon themselves, as Matthew is probably not going to touch it.
Not because it might have been poisoned, of course not- Ten wouldn't do that... Probably? Let's not think about that- its just plain an simple Old habits die hard type of situation.

One of her children was born with high blood sugar and so, he couldn't eat things like that- Maybe in small moderation but Sam was always paranoid about that, and in Matts opinion, rightfully so.
The other two had to keep their weight in check due to dancing and slowly, Sams paranoia got to them too.
The results were nowhere disastrous. His sister might have been the worst case since she was much younger than both of them but after a few visits to School Counselor, everything was back in tracks.
But Mother apparently didn't get the memo, as every week on Thursday a sandwich was in their lunchbox- With one of those Nutella copycats.
They didn't address it, exchanging snacks with their classmates. It happened again, again and again. It took a few months before Matt finally spoke up about it with his Mother and turns out, the whole thing was their fault. Because they didn't remind her. And they believed her.

But that was in the past now. No need to think about that. He stopped fidgeting with a wayward strand of hair that somehow got out of his braid and tucked it behind his ear.

"Nah, he sets traps and sensors for all sorts of monsters. But he has a lot of audio set up, so sometimes you'll hear random screaming or noises. It's usually fine," Lee said, sipping some not of her coffee.

Meanwhile Michael proceeded to cry in a corner as he mumbled about how even the small little German boy got what he wanted,a jar of nuttella,while he was craving his beloved can filled with the caffeine filled liquid."God why have you forsaken,I was a good christian damn it"It's obviously he wasn't that sad and was over reaction and would forget about it soon,but his emotion was genuine.

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"Hey, dude," Lee said, refilling her coffee with ease that only came from repetition. She glanced at Michael, taking a long drink before continuing, as if thinking about her next words. "If you really want energy drinks, I can get them for you. It's not that hard." Which wasn't a lie or false hope in the slightest. All it would require was a note slipped under a door or an early morning outing.

(flip sorry I forgot about it because I closed chrome while waiting the post sorry)
Michael turned around clearing his eyes and looked Lee straight in the eye before falling on his knees "God?Is that you?Has my praying finally paid off?"he asked with a quiet,weak voice."Is this a wicked form of heaven?" He asked another question.Was he kidding or did he actually think he met god?

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Lee threw up her free hand and started, "Woah, it's not that big a deal, dud-"

Ten's voice from upstairs interrupted her. "Oh mY FRICKIN' SILVER STARJINX. I DID IT! I ACTUALLY DID IT!" A laugh followed, short and tinged with a little evil. There was a tone to his speech that suggested excitement, but considering his personality, that didn't seem possible. Ten ran down the stairs and turned the corner, a spark in his normally bored or annoyed gaze. "Grab your stuff, Lee. I caught ourselves... wait for it..." He paused, taking a breath, closing his eyes, obviously being dramatic. "A tree-climbing wyvern."

"You can't be serious. No, really, you can't be serious. I though you've been trying to track it for, like, a few weeks now." Lee took another sip and rubbed her eyes, as if she wasn't awake enough for this conversation. "You even named it and everything. Carnation, right?"

"Okay, yeah, she evaded me for a while. But I set up heat-tracking cameras instead of night vision ones and it made all the difference. Thank the stars for my lack of sleep last week. Now, all we have to do is catch her." Ten replied.

Felix set his beloved jar back on the counter and turned towards Ten. "Didn't you say you caught it? I might not be a native English speaker... But as far as I am aware, that suggests that the act of catching it is, well, already over."
He thought for a moment. "Also, uh, what exactly is a wyvern?" Or a silver starjinx, he added in his thoughts.

"Okay, well, caught is the wrong word. I've sort of trapped her and implanted a tracker in her chest. Or her neck, couldn't tell," Ten replied, frowning. He took Lee's cup, stole a sip, and handed it back to her. For a moment, he paused, like he was processing, then he continued. "Wyverns are a subspecies of dragons from the outer reaches of the Elysiel system. Tree-climbers are specifically from the underwater, or 'blue,' forests of RW-183. They're known for being the most intelligent breed of wyvern, able to learn other languages, remember faces with deadly accuracy, and form lifelong bonds with people. They do all look the same, however, so you can never know if your dealing with one you know unless they're marked or claimed. Sufficient answer?"