⚠️WARNING: MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION/MENTAL HEALTH⚠️

Meme's POV

Meme was sitting in the kitchen, alone. Tbh decided to go on a stroll by himself, Ally was practicing her boxing, while everyone else was doing something he forgot.
He had a cup of water with a straw, which he didn't even take a single sip of, and was just staring at it. Everything that was going on this week was terrible, mostly because life-changing things were happening left and right and he couldn't keep up with it. He can't keep up with anything and most of the time he just forgets that thing exists or he will just try and shove it to the side. Meme was tired of everything but didn't know what to do. He considered a nap, but he would've missed another crazy thing.
He thought about Wictoria, how he blamed Socks, and how he gave Laff an advantage in breaking them apart. Although Socks said not to worry about it, it still lingered in his head. It was his fault, and there was nothing he could do about it anymore. The damage is done.
He noticed someone opening the door and walking over to sit in front of Meme. "Yes, Socks?" He asked, trying not to sound annoyed and agitated. "Hey," Socks said, before sitting down in a chair in front of Meme. There was a moment of silence until Socks asked, "So... how are you doing?" Meme took a moment to answer, fiddling with the straw of his cup. "It's fine, I guess. It's just been a lot, you know." He said. Socks nodded, glancing at the table, then at Meme. "Can you... tell me about your worries?" Socks asked. Meme took another moment, thinking if he should talk to him about his situation. He sighed and said hesitantly, "We'll, uhm. It's just that... I miss how everything was before, and although you want me to think otherwise, I still feel like everything is my fault." Socks looked at him and sighed. "Look. I know you feel bad about everything, but you need to know that I tried to kill you. MULTIPLE TIMES." Socks said, which sounded slightly more agitated. Meme snapped, "Well did YOU give Laff an advantage of starting this entire war?!" Socks snapped back. "YES, I DID. I WAS ON HIS FUCKING SIDE." His voice gets more and more violent with every sentence. "WELL DO YOU CARRY THE GUILT OF EVERY SINGLE BAD FUCKING THING THAT HAPPENED TO YOU??!!" Meme yelled, not caring if anyone heard him from other rooms. "YES, OF COURSE! EVERY SINGLE NIGHT I WISH I DID SOMETHING GOOD IN MY LIFE, BUT I ONLY MADE THINGS WORSE!!" Socks yelled, slamming his fist on the table. Meme took a moment to think about what Socks had said. "Socks.. w-what?" He muttered. Socks snapped once again, "I KNOW YOU HEARD ME. GET THAT THROUGH THAT THICK FUCKING SKULL OF YOURS." Meme stayed silent, not knowing what to do. Then, someone broke them up. "Hey! What the hell is going on here?!" The person asked, who didn't sound as agitated, just confused. That voice sounded familiar, he looked up to see that it was Blaza. "Can we please not fight? All of us are going through something, but look at where this is leading us." He explained, getting out of a chair and sitting down. "Can we just talk? Like real adults?" Blaza asked.

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After a while of talking it out 'like adults', as Blaza likes to call it, they were able to calm down a bit. What they learned from each other was that they both had a lot of guilt on their shoulders, but coped in different ways. While Socks swiped it under the rug, causing it to stab him in the back full force a while after, Meme tries to keep control of it but does it so fast-paced, that he ends up just jumping to conclusions. They were both still learning, but at least their learning starts now.
They were still feeling weird after yelling at each other and a bit of trauma dumping, overall everything seemed okay-ish. As Blaza went to leave, Meme grabbed his arm to talk to him. "Hey, Blaza. Thanks for sorting everything out. I just wanted to ask, how are you doing?" Meme asked. Blaza looked at him and answered, "Hey. Don't worry, I'm okay. It's just that sometimes things can get a bit, agitating." Meme nodded, understanding. He let Blaza go, letting him go as he walked away.

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Tbh's POV

Tbh strolled around in the cabin and noticed that Medz had been sleeping all day. He had never done this before, so something was probably wrong. Tbh put a claw on Medz's shoulder and started lightly shaking him. "Medz. Medz. Wake up." Tbh said, continuing to lightly shake his shoulder until he woke up. "Huhhh..? What is it, Dino?" Medz asked, his voice slurred from still being tired. "Umm, it's Tbh. And I just wanted to ask if you're okay. You've been sleeping all day." Tbh said, his claw now away. He slowly got up, rubbing his eyes. "It's just about yesterday.. it reminded me so much about..." Medz said, but then trailed off. He then said again, "Never mind. Overall I'm okay. I promise." He pulled up a thumbs up. Tbh looked at the thumbs-up skeptically but believed Medz. He walked away. "GUYS," Nadwe yelled, sprinting to the room they were in. "JOOCIE WOKE UP!"
The three of them ran to the medical bay and saw that Joocie, with a bandage over his eye, was awake, and also confused. Joocie looked at Tbh, then Medz, then he asked, "What is happening?" Tbh answered, "We found you just yesterday, it seems like you've been asleep for like two years." Joocie looked at Tbh a bit more, then started to panic. "No. No no no no no. This- this isn't supposed to happen, I-I was supposed to be at my house!" He yelled, trying to comfort himself by wrapping his arms around himself. Joocie kept saying inaudible things under his breath, still feeling in panic. "Hey, Joocie, it's okay-" Nadwe started, but Joocie yelled, "GET AWAY FROM ME!!" And pushed Nadwe away. Nadwe lost his footing but was able to balance himself and regain his footing. Now Joocie was completely panicking, but before he could do anything else, Medz stabbed a sleeping dart at him, causing him to fall asleep. "He might need to be like that until he calms down," Medz said, walking away from the medical bay.

Medz's POV

Night crawled along again, which meant another day wasted. While everyone was asleep, Medz stared at the bottom of the top bunk. He wasn't sad about the explosion, kind of, but he was worried about what Laff said, "You have to send my robots to capture and take them to me." He echoed under his breath, grabbing the remote Laff gave him in his pouch. Should I use it, should I do what Laff says, should I betray my friends to live? The thoughts mumbled in his head. He looked at the remote for a very very long time. Trying to decide if he should use it. He looked at the remote for what felt like forever until...
He sighed and threw it aside. He wasn't gonna use it, was he? No. He got up from his bed and left to go outside. Going outside to clear his mind is what he does often. As he left the cabin he noticed that one: it started to snow. And two: Nadwe was there. Medz walked over to Nadwe and sat next to him. He noticed that Nadwe's head was on his knees, his arms wrapped around his legs. "Hey, Nad." Medz greeted, using one knee to hold his arms while the other leg was lying down on the grass.
Nadwe didn't say anything, so Medz jabbed him gently with his elbow.
"Nad. Look up."

"Isn't it beautiful?" Medz asked.
Silence again.
Medz looked at Nadwe, "Nadwe?" He asked. Nadwe looked mesmerized, his eyes glistening as he looked at the beautiful sky. Then, Nadwe's face scrunched up as he put his face on his knees and he started to sob. "Hey... hey, I didn't know you hated the sky," Medz asked. "No... it's not that. It's just that I might not be able to see this again." Nadwe said, trying not to keep sobbing. "Oh. Is that why you're here." Medz asked as Nadwe nodded. "I might lose everything and everyone. We have a week until Laff's invasion and I don't know what to do. I'm scared."
Medz looked at Nadwe, feeling his worry and pain. "Hey. It's going to be okay," Medz started, looking back at the sky. "I remember I was a child, like you, and worrying about the same things." Nadwe whipped his head to Medz. "WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME??!!" He snapped, making Medz laugh a bit. "Hey. It's not my fault you look like a 10-year-old." Medz joked. "IM 15 DAMMIT!"
After a long minute of laughing, Nadwe asked, "Can you promise to show me this again." Medz looked a Madwe for a while, thinking about the remote. He most likely wasn't gonna do it and he didn't want to crush a child's dreams.

"I promise."

MEDZ STOP TAKING PROMISES U DEPRESSED FUCK (1578 words)