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Cellbit had been living his best life! He’s not sure why he hadn’t tried the Happy Pills sooner, they work like a charm! He should’ve listened to Forever and Pac when they said it worked, he couldn’t stop smiling! He couldn’t believe that he thought the pills were “bad” and “controlling”, he had felt the best he’s ever felt. There were occasionally moments where the pills wore off.. But he just has to remember that there’s always more in his suitcase! Cucurucho is always willing to give him some. He doesn’t like Cucurucho -fucking bear, mutated him and chainsawed him!- but man, do these pills work! He was too distracted daydreaming he didn’t hear Phil come in.
“Cellbit,” Phil said sternly, with a fatherly look on his face.
“Hey Phil! How are you doing today?” Cellbit replied cheerily, smiling ear to ear and waving his arms around.
He sighs, “Cellbit, man, I need you to stop taking the pills.. Do you not remember all of your work you did on this case?”
Cellbit’s smile twitches, but doesn't drop, it never drops . “I’m fine Phil, look at me I’m finally happy!” Cellbit exclaims, waving his arms around again to show his excitement. Phil blankly stares at him, lips pressed in a firm line. “I get to see Richarlyson! I think Bobbys gonna visit soon, Roier will be so happy!” He says, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
“Cellbit.. Bobby isn’t.. He’s..” Phil trails off.
“He isn’t what , Phil?” He says, his smile not faltering but having a passive aggressive tone in his voice, baring his teeth. He wants Phil to say it.
“Cell.. Bobby’s dead. And he has been for awhile.. That egg Forever shows you isn’t Richas, and I think you know that too-”
Phil gets cut off, “NO.” Cellbit shouts at him. His smile finally dropping. Phil stares back at him, not flinching at his outburst, only furrowing his brows. “I’m finally happy,” he laughs, “let me have this. I get my sons back! Bobby and Richas are happy, because I'm taking the pills!” He shouts, balling his hands into fists, taking in a deep breath.
Phil stares at him, face not changing. Staring at him with pity . He hated being pitied- he hated all of this. Suddenly, he could hear the vibration of a chainsaw. He shuddered at the thought of a chainsaw.. It wasn’t stopping. He could hear his heavy breaths, a clock ticking, Phil’s silent sorrow, and a fucking chainsaw.
“Is this some sort of game, Philza?” He asks, making direct eye contact with him.
“What? I just want you to stop taking the pills-”
“No! The fucking- The chainsaw! I can hear it!” He shouts at him, taking a quick glance to his left and right. He impulsively started scratching at his arms, over his scars. Phil’s face went through 3 different stages, -confusion, realization, and finally pity - now staring sorrowfully at him.
“Cellbit,” Phil starts calmly, taking a step closer, “there’s no chainsaw, it’s not real. I need you to stop scratching yourself, you’ll make yourself bleed.” He takes another step forwards, putting his hands up slightly to show he comes with no harm.
Remember: do not let anyone else take your pills or suitcase. Cucurucho’s instructions rang through his head, making him panic. Phil’s trying to get him- The chainsaws- They’re breaking through. They’re trapping him. He needs to run. He ran out of his office and warped to his castle. He slid down the warpstone onto the ground, they can’t get him here. Phil should know better. Right.?
He took a deep breath, in and out. He took his suitcase out of his inventory, sliding in the password, 5431 . He quickly grabbed a bottle and unscrewed it, dryly swallowing the pills that popped out. It worked like a charm, the chainsaw noises dying out and a smile growing back onto his face. Perfect.
–
When he arrived at his castle, he was quickly able to find his husband. His back was turned to him, seemingly looking at something on his communicator. He slivered his arms around his waist to hug him from behind.
“Ola guapito.” He said, placing a quick kiss on the back of his husband’s head, then placing his chin onto his husband’s shoulder. Roier swiftly closed out his communicator and put his hands on top of Cellbit’s.
“Hola Gatinho,” he purred. Cellbit melted into him, smiling. “Are you doing alright?” he asks
“I’m pretty happy,” he smiles, “what about you?” He looks at his husband’s face from his spot on his shoulder, still smiling.
“I’m fine just.. A bit worried y’know?” Roier says with a lazy smile, almost fake.
“About what?” Cellbit asks, furrowing his brows.
Roier stays silent for a few seconds before replying. “Phil sent me some messages,” Cellbit tensed at those words, tightening his grip on Roier. “I’m assuming you know what they’re about.” They stayed silent for some seconds, thoughts rushing then turning blank in Cellbit’s mind. “Gatinho, I need you to please listen to us. I know how badly you want to live like this, happily, but this “happiness” isn’t real.” He stated, staring forward into nothingness. He started rubbing circles into Cellbit hands that were below his own.
Cellbit lightened his grip on Roier, slipping off, taking a step backwards and Roier turning around to face him. Cellbit’s hands were twitching and shaking, fidgeting at his sides. Roier just stared at him emphatically, Cellbit breaking eye contact and looking to his side.
“You don’t get it Roier, I- I can see my son again. Bobbys gonna come back as well! This is the best thing to ever happen to me.” Cellbit smiles, he can feel his eyes stinging. That isn’t supposed to happen . Roier looks to his side, in a sad and sorrowful gaze. He doesn’t say anything. “I’ve been so happy after taking the pills, I need them.” His voice cracks, still smiling. He could feel the tears gathering up in his eyes, not letting them drop yet .
Roier looks up at him, meeting his eyes. He looks sad. “Cellbo.. This just isn’t real. I can tell when the pills aren’t..” Roier speaks, moving his hand up slightly, like he was gesturing towards him.
Cellbit takes another step backwards, pulling out his warpstone. Not looking at Roier, he imagines the place he wants to teleport to. He could hear Roier shout before he felt the nauseating feeling of teleporting. Why couldn’t anyone understand? If this was how he could see his son again, he would do it. He was finally happy.
–
He had teleported to Forever’s base, telling him that he just needed to take a break. He took a nap on a couch he had around, until Forever woke him up telling him that Bad messaged him, wanting them there to have a meeting. Forever explained how it seemed suspicious, most likely a scheme to get them off the pills. He still insisted on going. ’it’s not like they can actually do anything, Cellbo!’
They warped to The Order’s main headquarters, twisting Cellbit’s stomach with the feeling of teleporting. They walked through the main entrance, making it to the big open room they had. He was able to see Bad, Phil, Tubbo, and Roier before-
before he was knocked unconscious, to the ground.
Waking up, he blinked before registering his surroundings. He remembered the last things to happen and realized the situation he was in. Ignoring everything, he looked for Forever, quickly finding him in a cage next to him. He finally registered that he was also trapped in a cage. Great. Forever looked to be stirring awake, and he could see other figures behind Forever that looked like Bad and Phil, setting up another cage. He rushed to his inventory to try and find his warpstone, only to find that he no longer had anything on him. Fantastic . It seemed that everyone noticed he was awake, that Forever was awaking, and had started staring at him. Phil walked towards his cage, -it was like he was an animal- and crouched down to be face to face with him.
“Heya mate,” he had just pulled out the ‘mate’ card. “What’s the code to your suitcases? Didn’t realize you had like, five of ‘em.” Phil asked, acting so casual.
Cellbit stared at him, showing in his eyes how close he was to murdering this fucking man - Right, think happy thoughts. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, always happy, always joyful .
Phil’s gaze softens, like if he realized how addicted- Much Cellbit loved the pills . It wasn’t an addiction. He could stop if he wanted to, but who would want to stop having happy pills? Phil sighs, “Well, either way you’re never getting these back. We finally found an antidote, it’ll be fine.” he smiled. He smiled . Cellbit is the one who takes the pills, he’s the one who’s happy, why the fuck is Philza smiling?
Cellbit laughs. He has to be happy . “This is a funny joke Phil, you can let me out now.” He laughs more. Forever seems to be speaking with Bad, most likely the same conversation. He was busy focusing on Phil to care however.
“Sorry mate,” again? Who are you Philza? “You’re gonna have to stay here for a little bit.” He explains. Cellbit laughs, despite feeling anger building up in his chest. Stay. Happy .
“This is so funny!” he grips the bars of the cage, “But I need to get back home, y’know? I’m a busy man!” He laughs more. He hears commotion and turns to see Tubbo and Fit pushing Pac into the empty cage. So they’re getting all of them. He turns back to Phil, to speak more. “This is a really funny bit Phil! Bringing all of us here, locking us up.” He laughs, more. He can see that Pac looks scared, Forever still smiling and laughing loudly, and everyone else in the room staring at them. He realizes, oh he realizes , that Roier is there. How could he forget his husband was there, staring at him? That he was also probably behind this . Roier reciprocates the eye contact, staring into his soul. For the first time since being there, Cellbit’s smile falters.
Roier walks towards the cage, Phil backing up, and he stares at Cellbit. Roier crouches down like Phil, staring directly into his eyes. Cellbit couldn’t pick his smile back up. Roier looks at him with such genuine sorrow, it breaks him every time. He needs to be happy, but how can he while he looks at him like that? Cellbit broke eye contact, looking to the side; ignoring his husband. “Gatinho,” Cellbit looks up, “whether you want to or not, you’re going to stop taking these pills.” Roier basically purred out, reaching his hand into the cage and holding Cellbit’s.
“But, these make me happy.” His voice cracks.
Roier frowns, and sighs. He keeps his hold of Cellbit’s hand but lightens his grip. “How did you even get them? You were so incredibly set on stopping Cucurucho and his pills, and now you're addicted to them.” He inhales, “How did this happen?” He asks.
Cellbit stays quiet. Truthfully, he doesn’t quite remember ever getting the pills. He can’t remember how, why, when, or where he got and started taking the pills. He remembers disliking them and trying to stop it, but next thing he knows is that he's taking them everyday. He started to hear faux chainsaws again, the urge to scratch at his arms was growing. He feels Roier rubbing shapes into his hand, bringing him back out of his thoughts. He looks back at his husband to see Roier still staring at him. He hears someone talking and Roier turning his head, but he pays no mind to it, continuing to stare at his husband.
Roier turns back with a frown, seemingly holding something. “I’m sorry Gathino,” he says before Cellbit can feel a needle poking into his neck. Immediately he feels his blood rushing through his body, his body heating up. The pain started on his neck, growing to his head and down towards his stomach. The pain was intense, and it felt like hot liquid was flowing through his veins. He leans forward towards the bars of the cage he's in, holding in a scream. His breathing is heavy and his head feels light. He can feel tears flowing out of his eyes out of pain, eyes involuntarily fluttering. He could feel his consciousness slipping, his vision spotting, black dots line the bottom of his vision.
He felt himself drop.