Sanders Sides Kids

"Sister! Okay, Nikka, I can explain. Well, I can't, but I can sort of ramble in an attempt to explain!" he said.

"I… don't really care… just… why are we here and not our parents?" Nikka replied, trying to function.

"They're gone. We don't know why. And it's scary and confusing and I'm honestly freaking out." Narcissus summarized.

"WHAT?!" Nikka yelled "They're just… gone? Are you sure they're not just lost in imagination?"

"Gone! Yes! Gone! I don't know where they are!" Narcissus said.

"But that's… that's not possible." Nikka reasoned.

"D? Hey, you're out of your room! But… um, what did you do to Thomas?" Nikka asked.

"Come ON, I was being supportive! But seriously, is he okay? You know if we kill him, we could all die, right?"

"Depression Bartholomew Sanders," Nikka said, making up a middle name so it would have more force, "I am not blaming you for any of this, and I will never solely blame you for anything. What I'm saying is a. Congratulations on leaving your room, because I know that can be hard for you, and b. what did you, all of you, collectively, do to thE PERSON WHOSE HEAD WE INHABIT?"

Nikka facepalmed. "Wonderful. Just wonderful. I just - " she momentarily took her hand off her face, only to immediately smack her forehead again, repeatedly. "So, we're screwed."

"Shit," Nikka said quietly, "couldn't they have waited at least until after coffee? Shit." She looked on the verge of ripping her own hair out.

"Calm down, shadow spawn." Narcissus drawled.

"Don't call him Shadow Spawn, Narcissus," Nikka scolded absentmindedly. Her head was scrolling through places where her father might have gone. Was it even possible for him to go anywhere?

"You're so odd," Nikka commented, her voice changing to a British accent, as it sometimes did when she was nervous or overwhelmed.

"Wonderful. So, Nikka, any ideas where the primary sides could be? Hello, by the way. I also exist." Ollie waved a bit nonchalantly, straightening his tie.

Ollie glanced at some of the 'common phrase notecards' or whatever that he'd borrowed from Logan. "Uh… ditto? Did I use that right? I mean to say I also tolerate you."

"Wonderful! Father was clever to make these cards, hmm?" Ollie held them up before tucking them back into his pocket. "Speaking of father, we need to find him and the others. They're not in their rooms; I've already been in there this morning to clean."

Ollie nodded and walked over to D, looking over at the others before gesturing for D to follow him. "So we know they aren't in the kitchen, office, common area, or their rooms. Should we go by Deceit's little lair and see whether they happen to be there?"