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Bad Accident

Oliver screeched out for his dad, stuck as a splattered mess underneath his own body weight until he came running into the room, startled and confused.

"What the f- what happened?! Why are you, Dindet- why is there blood?!" Jon scooped up his child and his child's body and dropped it onto the bed, pacing back out into the kitchen to grab paper towels and bleach while Oliver stood dumb and feeling incredibly guilty for his omission of the truth.

He didn't really lose that much blood, so Dindet must have passed out from the pain instead. He quickly went back into his bathroom to wet a towel and grab what he needed to fix everything up while she was still out cold. His father came rushing back into the room, nearly pushing him over to get to his body and size up the damage.

"When did this happen?" He said, feigning his calm.

"Last Tuesday." Oliver answered quietly, keeping a decent enough distance so he wouldn't brush against his father and hear what he was actually thinking.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Jon's voice felt cold and stern. Oliver was reluctant to answer. "Oliver!"

"We got stuck, she didn't do it on purpose-"

"I don't care if it was on purpose Oliver, you got hurt!" Jon snapped, twisting around to glare at him with wild, worried eyes. "No more of this."

"What..?"

Oliver stared at his dad, taking a small step toward him before he spun around and gestured angrily in the air.
"No more of this- this jumping around!"

"What?! No, Dad it's not-"

"Oliver LOOK AT YOURSELF!!" Jon shouted, causing the child to nearly melt as he shrank away from his father's rage. "That's supposed to be you!"

Jon flung his hand toward his unconcious body inhabited by the alien.
"And it turned you into- into that!"

Oliver furrowed his brow, and let out a small defensive growl.

"It's NOT bad! She's not bad, Dad!" Oliver retorted, taking an offensive step closer and baring a sharp snarl. "You would know that if YOU JUST TALKED TO HER-"

"YOU'RE JUST AS BAD AS YOUR MOTHER!!"

In an instant, Oliver's reactionary rage dissapated and he pulled back from his father. He could taste his instant regret at the words but it didn't matter. In that moment, he just wanted to dissapear. So he did.

At first, he didn't realize it, everything looked the same. But after a while, he noticed that all the color was completely drained from the world, even people, and every living thing moved hundreds of times slower than it usually did. His dad was still standing in his room, and Dindet was still unconcious in his body, but he was somewhere in between it all.
It looked much different than it did when he saw it as a human being, where it was usually washed in a soft purple glow, it was just blank and white, and everything moved so slowly he felt as though he was in a picture.

Oliver glanced around for a bit, and moved toward his bed, bypassing his dad so he could stare down at himself like a god watching the world play out in a slow, terrible movie. Dindet was definitely unconscious, but to him, he felt like he was looking at his own corpse.

Oliver sucked in a useless breath. How could he say that? How could he think...

He crumpled down onto the floor next to the bed and let out a pent up wail, allowing himself to melt entirely into the disgusting puddle he felt he was.

Jon swiveled around in terror and regret, searching empty space for his son.

"Oliver- Oliver I'm sorry. I didn't mean.." he cursed under his breath, growing more frantic as the seconds ticked by until a soft noise came from behind, causing him to turn and see the freak in his child's body try to sit up in tired and pained confusion.

"Where did he go?!" He yelled, and Dindet snapped her head up, just as he stomped toward her and grabbed her shoulders with a violent shake. "WHERE DID MY SON GO?!"

"I-I.." she stuttered, trying to wrap her head around what was going on as fearful tears burned her eyes.

"Dad, STOP!!" Suddenly, Oliver appeared in the air, tackling his father and forcing him away from the alien by way of a strong somersault throw that landed Jon against the wall, dazed and baffled by the impact.

"What are you doing?!" He screamed, placing himself defensively in between his father and the bed. He'd never felt more powerful, or flabbergasted by the sheer audacity his dad had in trying to interrogate the clown after she'd just been unconscious. "Why are you doing this?! Why are you so scared?!"

"She took-"

"She didn't TAKE anyone!" Oliver interrupted, clicking his claws together as he violently waved away the excuse. "She's not responsible for what happened to mom! She's been trying to help us this WHOLE TIME and you don't even thank her! You don't know anything ABOUT her!"

"I-"

"No! You don't know how hard she tries just to look like this!" Oliver gestured at himself, "All you care about is your stupid machine, and getting back Mom and you don't even pay attention to me, or her, or ANYONE ELSE!! ITS NOT FAIR!!"

Oliver paused for a moment, and turned back to see Dindet staring at him with fear still lingering around the black hole that swirled up where his chest was.

"You're scared." He directed the comment back at his dad, but still gestured toward the clown. "But she is too. And she knows everything you feel. She knows how much you hate her..and she's still trying to help us and it's not fair."

Oliver glared at his father for a few more seconds and then slowly walked backward toward Dindet, taking her hand in his.

"I'm going to change us back."

Regardless of Oliver's success in turning them back to normal, the tension in the house didn't lessen. He couldn't juggle dealing with his father and also Dindet's incredibly apparent guilt so he opted to go for the lesser hardship.

She was, as usual, sitting outside on the back porch, curled up with her legs tucked under her arms and her head buried in her knees, shaking with the incredible effort it took to stay together.

Oliver came out, dropped the quilt over her head and sat down with a hot cup of cocoa, not expecting her to do or say anything. And she didn't, for the most part, until a tiny whisper floated out from under the blanket.

"I ruin everything." Is what she said, and she was sinking deeper into that belief the longer he stayed silent.

"No you don't." He stated plainly, taking a sip of his drink. "You aren't why he's so messed up."

The blanket moved and she pulled it down around her head, bringing it close to her face so she could feel the softness of it.

"He didn't even show up." Oliver commented, referring to something she didn't know about. "To the funeral. Everyone else was there, even family all the way from Surat. He was the only one who wasn't there."

He watched out of the corner of his eye as the clown shifted her gaze toward Bacon, who had slinked up from under the porch for cuddles. "So it's not your fault."

"But.."

"And it's not your fault I got hurt either." Oliver redirected, glancing down at his arms again before his attention turned to the chesnut cat that purred and pressed his head into his hands "One time, he got attacked by a dog, and I had to pull him away so he wouldn't get killed."

Dindet's eyes flitted back toward him, and she hesitantly pulled out a hand to pet the cat too.

"He was so scared that he bit me. Really hard." Oliver showed off a little scar on his hand from the bite. "He didn't know what was going on or if he was safe, and he was just trying to protect himself. He didn't know I was trying to help. He just thought he was dying."

The clown shrank further back into the quilt, trying to keep herself from bubbling up with guilt and regret.

"I can't be mad about that."

Bacon let out a croaky meow and made himself comfortable in Oliver's lap, purring softly. The boy sat there, hoping she would say something, and when she didn't, he hesitantly reached up to her face and softly tapped her bean, hoping it provided the same kind of comfort it did when she did it earlier.

For a second her eyes popped open in mild confusion only to flutter close again as she sank back into her blanket with a soft sigh.

He didn't know if she felt better, and kind of missed being able to be the one who knew how anyone felt, all the time. It didn't matter though.

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