No, I don't want syrup on my pancakes.

by orphan_account

Summary:

iTrapped, the usually outgoing of the group, has begun to grow more distant. It’s like a robot is in their place. To think this all started because Caleb noticed the lack of eating the noob was doing.

Or: iTrapped has been in a self-conscious stump and stopped eating because of it, Caleb notices and tells Ellernate. iTrapped may be stubborn, but her friends are twice as stubborn as her.

There’s three rules in the Mayhem household. Rule 1. iTrapped is not allowed to cook, not that they’re not good at it— but somehow they always end up with more questionable and worrying burnt marks from cooking. Rule 2. Picking fun at each other is fine as long as it doesn’t cross already established boundaries, something Caleb himself forgets at times. Ellernate despises jabs at his demonic appearance, Caleb despises talk about his other identities, and iTrapped… they don’t know, actually. She never speaks up about that, it’s always a guessing game nowadays, it’s frustrating. Finally, rule 3. Ask for help. Something all of them struggle with, especially after May’s events. However, it’s something they need to navigate through.

 

Today was probably one of the more pleasing days, nothing to do, a new day to just relax and count their stolen limiteds. Caleb in the kitchen, cooking pancakes to start their day.

Soon enough, Ellernate makes his way out into the living world, grin on his face as he takes a seat at the dining table.

“Whatcha cookin’, Kale?” Head leaning on hand, elbow pressed against the table as he taps his fingers impatiently.

Caleb gives an eyeroll and a scoff in response, paying little mind as iTrapped shows up shortly after. “I told you not to call me that, asshat.” 

 

iTrapped takes the seat next to Ellernate, both waiting patiently for the food to be served. Soon enough, Caleb walks over to stack their plates. Two pancakes each, knowing how dry they can be by themselves, he goes to get the syrup. Walking back, there’s a face iTrapped is making while picking at their plate.

 

Ellernate doesn’t seem to notice, if he does he chooses not to mention anything just yet, instead watching as Caleb pours syrup onto the pancakes. 

 

“Breakfast is served, you both owe me 15 each for those by the way.” Caleb announces, smug smirk on his face as he tries to ease the tension radiating off of iTrapped.

 

It does little to nothing, watching as the demon-hybrid devours his food while iTrapped looks sickly at the plate before abruptly standing and walking away. Catching the attention of Ellernate who quickly flashes a concerned glance at Caleb.

 

Sighing, well there goes their plans, preparing to chase after before hearing the bathroom door lock. Rushing over to the closed door, both pressing their ears against the wood as they hear the hurling and vomiting coming from the other side.

 

Is she sick?.. She looked fine, though? Or well, despite seeming moody and uninterested.

 

Ellernate looks over at Caleb, both exchanging knowing nods before devising a plan. Something is clearly wrong with iTrapped, and like hell they’re going to just sit around and let it get worse when their friend is in need right now.

 

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It’s not uncommon for the former exploiter to have sudden moody days, but stuff like this? There’s something more to it, iTrapped almost never misses breakfast— especially not when it’s Caleb’s turn to cook!

 

Pacing around, was it something they said? No, no.. they would have noticed much sooner! Or, well, Caleb thinks they would at the least. iTrapped is always so— in her own head, refuses to let anyone else know how they’re feeling. Sometimes she finds it selfish how they can get away with not talking, it's not fair. Then again, it's not like she does it out of malice—- still annoying, though.

 

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uhhh ok lol sorry i didnt write the rest yet oopsieees