Quick warning before we begin
There is a slight implication of domestic violence here! Yeah I started to make this darker.

Sorry for disappearing. Author's curse. Ya know?

PJ laid down on the rug in the small room Blue prepared for him, just.. staring upwards at the ceiling. It was boring here, quiet, too quiet. He wasn't used to things being quiet, usually Ink would try to force him out of the house to 'make friends.' PJ knew that wasn't the real reason, it never was. With a sigh, he got up from the floor and stretched for a moment. Ink and Dream were acting weird.. he didn't know how to describe it, just, weird. Probably because he was just some random teen that showed up on their doorstep, still though their behavior made him feel uneasy. He decided to walk around for a little while, why not explore his childhood home from before he was born?

The house was not the way he remembered it, he could hardly believe the way it was set up. Nothing matched the way he remembered it. It was oddly more organized, and even the damn table looked different. Yet it was still the same damn table! He was used to two of the chairs as pulled back as possible, but close enough to still eat. With a third between them, pushed in neatly. Now, there was three chairs, kept kind of close, and the extra fourth chair they put for him. The only one not pushed in.

He didn't know why, but that just.. pissed him off. Maybe he was just angry in general, but damn it he was still mad. He tried not to focus on it, and headed to the living room. He looked at the couch, it was different than the one he knew. Makes sense they'd change it by the time he came around, which, would probably be a few years from now. Here, there actually was decorative pillows on the couch, all aligned neatly. PJ remembered his used to have pillows like that, until his parents put the pillows away since it was too easy to grab and throw during arguments. Throwing things always made the arguments worse, but those two idiots couldn't help themselves. They'd only ever stop if he got in the middle and purposely got hit, it always got them to shut the fuck up. Although, he did get a black eye once when Error threw something hard instead of a soft pillow. PJ didn't regret stepping in though, because it got his parents to calm down for his sake, and damn he went along with that pity wave. He got a few new things since Error felt bad for causing it. He hated that people questioned where it came from, he could tell what they were really thinking. No, his parents weren't abusive, just stupid. Really stupid.

At least Crescent never questioned things, he only ever nodded and asked if it still hurt. He never asked for the specifics or the cause, and PJ preferred it that way. Crescent knew that, probably. PJ knew things between him and Crescent weren't exactly strained, but they weren't close either. Just two teenagers that understood the need for silence instead of prodding. PJ guessed it was from the fact that everyone was always so concerned for them, constant check-up questions, it got annoying fast. They were really the only two who could understand each other on that, since they both had at least one dangerous parent. Lux and Goth just didn't have that experience, they got two safe parents who barely did any sort of crime.

PJ chuckled to himself as he thought deeper about the differences between the way he and Crescent grew up, versus Lux and Goth. He remembered the time he and Crescent tried to sneak out one day, just to pull an all-nighter in some AU. Neither of them even made it out the window before they got caught. Lux was too good to ever even attempt sneaking out, but Goth did once. Who knew the scaredy-cat could? He got away with it too, his parents never found out. If PJ got in trouble, he got lectures on why he should never do that again, the morals of right and wrong. Yet if Lux gets in trouble, she gets a pat on the head and a reminder to never do it again. It wasn't really fair, but life never really is.

PJ then walked to the kitchen, staring at the scene. It was one of the few things that were pretty similar to how he remembered it. Clean, hardly any crumbs left there. Just the way Error liked it. PJ remembered all the times he'd see Error cooking, and keeping the kitchen as clean as possible to avoid any damn insects. That was the one thing his parents never really fought over. That, and having him.

He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help but sneak off to Ink's room. When he got there, it wasn't the same. Why should it have been? The bed sheets were a little messy but not overly untidy. The pillows weren't thrown across the room, stuff wasn't knocked over. PJ didn't know why, but he started to tear up at the sight of the room. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair! Why was everything so good now?! Why couldn't it always be like this?! How come this place only became dysfunctional by the time he was born? Fuck that! Fuck keeping things on track! He didn't deserve to live a life where there were constant arguments, where his own damn parents hardly loved each other! He wanted THIS, where everything was calm and nobody fought! PJ never did anything bad enough to warrant the life he was given.

No. No. He won't let it repeat. He knew that was supposed to be his goal, make history repeat the events it's supposed to; but PJ knew that wasn't the life he wanted. So, he'll take matters into his own hands. It was right then and there, standing in Ink's room, where he decided. He was not going to let his home become a place of violence. It may not be his yet, but it was going to be his home! He decided that he was going to alter history, change it somehow, so he won't have to go through that life he had been subjected to. He'll find a way to change it, make Ink and Error actually love each other.. so that way, PJ will never have to suffer in his own home again.