Ryan's POV

It took a while to process, but eventually I got up and brought Mike and Ricky back into the room.

It's still kind of unbelievable and scary that these are real, but I think I'll be okay. I hope I will.

Ricky sat on top of me and Mike sat in the chair across from us.

"Does you likes us still?" Ricky asked.

"Mhm. It's kinda scary but I should be okay."

Mike gave me a small smile. "If you want to try it, we will."

"Yay!!!" Ricky yelled. "Now you has a daddy, and I has a daddy, and daddy is the bestest!"

"Ryan, are you a little?" Mike asked. "Ricky said he thought you were because he said you seemed to go into little space a few times when you got really stressed."

"I-I don't know." I mumbled. "I've always wanted a daddy or a mommy, but I don't know if I'm little."

"Are you bi?" He asked.

"I don't know."

"Do you like girls and boys?"

I shrugged. "Sometimes girls a nice and sometimes boys are nice..."

"It's okay if you don't know, sweetheart. Not everyone knows right away."

I nodded.

"You look tired." Mike said.

I nodded again. Ricky fell asleep already.

Mike came over and picked Ricky up, motioning for me to follow.

I followed him upstairs, where he laid Ricky in the bed. He lifted me up and put me in the bed next to Ricky. He kissed both of our heads.

"We'll talk more in the morning." He said.

I nodded, curling up in the bed. I was tired.

I closed my eyes. Today had been a long day.

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I woke up to someone bouncing on top of me. I opened my eyes, looking up at Ricky.

"Wakey! Wakey! Dada mades us bwekfast!" He yelled, getting off of me.

I rolled over, falling off the bed.

Ricky helped me up, and we walked downstairs. We went into the kitchen, just in time to see Mike placing two big plates of pancakes on the table.

Ricky sat down and so did I. Mike sat across from us with his own plate. 

"Dada, RyRy! We doesn't have work today!" Ricky said.

I laughed. That's right, we are off today.

"Mhm. So that means you guys can spend the day doing what you want." Mike said.

"Yay!" Ricky yelled, mouth full of food.

I took a bite, looking at Mike. Should I call him daddy? I've never had this before. This is strange.

"What's wrong?" Mike asked.

I shrugged. "Nuffin'.

This is so confusing! I don't know what to call him or do! I've never been in this kind of relationship before! I've never even been in a relationship at all! I put my head in my hands. Not fair! He didn't even tell me how to do this!

I felt his hands on my shoulders.

"Daddy...I fink yous upset RyRy..." Ricky said.

I gasped as I was lifted up.

"Stay here." Mike said.

"Otay Dada."

Mike carried me upstairs and put me on the bed.

"Tell me what's wrong."

I shook my head.

"If you want to make this work, you have to tell me how you feel."

"I-I just don't know how to do this. It's different and strange and I'm scawed." I mumbled.

He gently stroked my hair.

"I don't wike bein' scawed." I grumbled.

"Ricky was right." He said. "You do seem to go into little space when you're upset or stressed."

I crossed my arms. "Hewp me."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Make me happys."

"But what makes you happy?" He asked.

"Bwankets and movies and icecrweam and cuddlin'."

"Blankets, movies, icecream, and cuddling it is."

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Chris's POV

He left me a while ago to go back to his castle. I think he's done punishing me for now. I hope he is, at least.

He's scary when he's mad.

I don't like when he's mad. I never mean to make him mad...

My phone rang and I looked at it, seeing that it was Angelo. I answered it.

"Hello?"

"Chris? I want you to come over." He said.

"N-now?" I asked.

"Yes, now." He told me.

I bit my lip. "O-okay. Lemme change my clothes, then I'll be on my way."

"Alright. Sounds good."

He hung up. I took a deep breathe. Angelo never asks me to come over. Did Master tell him to hurt me?

I quickly changed into jeans and a t-shirt. I left my house, getting in my car. Why would Angelo ask me to come over?

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I knocked on his door, trembling slightly. I chewed on my lip, waiting for him to answer.

The door opened and Angelo pulled me inside.

He brought me to the living room, sitting down with me.

"What's wrong with you? You shaking like a leaf."

"N-nothing." I told him.

"Don't lie to me, Chris. I know when you're lying."

"W-well, you we're being mean to me yesterday and you never invite me over and I-I'm just scared..." I mumbled.

"Well, I wanted to apologize for how I was yesterday." He told me. I tilted my head to the side. "I was in a bad mood. You know that I don't like to be mean to you."

I nodded. He opened his arms for a hug, and I gave him one.

I leaned into his chest, enjoying the comforting feeling.

"I'll try to talk to him and get him to go easier on you. He's too rough and violent with you. You're young. You don't understand all that much yet, and someone needs to tell him that. Alright?"

I nodded. He kissed my head, pulling away.

He pulled me into his lap, stroking my hair.

"Please don't make him mad at me." I said.

"I won't."

Angelo put me down on the couch and walked away. Where was he going?

He came back a few minutes later, holding a cup and a plate. I gave him a confused look as he handed it to me.

"You haven't been eating properly." He said. "I can tell."

"I've been eating fine. I ate the other day."

"What did you eat the other day?"

"Souls." I said, absently picking at the sandwich he gave me.

"But you still need regular food. How long has it been since you ate regular food?" He asked, forcing me to drink the water.

I coughed, shrugging. "I don't know."

"Of course not. Just eat this, and then we can get you a real, full soul." He told me. "And don't argue. You need to be healthy."

"I am healthy." I told him, crossing my arms.

"Chris, no you're not."

"Yes I am!"

"I've been around a hell of a lot longer than you. I think I know when you're unhealthy."

"Ugh. Fine."

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