#deltaxthomas

To hurry this along so Flotsam couldn’t make it any worse than it already felt they got with Delta and decided they were doing this old fashioned way. They just plain didn’t care what they were supposed to ease into. They were knocking down the damn tower if only because Delta was excited for a new one now and didn’t want to disappoint her or make her angry. But, there was absolutely no talking them out of it for any sort of health reason. They were given the green light and they were going, end of story.  However, they couldn’t connect with the real reason they were doing this anymore. It became all about leaving so they wouldn’t make Thomas look so worried and sad anymore. They hated themselves even more for it. 

That was until the moment Delta led Flotsam up the stairs. That’s when it all flooded back. It was like their brother lived in those stone walls. They could hear the screams and Maleficent’s laughter echoing. It made them actually take a step back out of the room to catch their bearings and closed their eyes. 

Delta rose a brow and looked over at Frank. “Dude a PTSD freak that can’t handle his pain or what?” She asked in Frank’s mind trying to figure out what was going on there, but had a pretty good guess. The physical was one thing, but Maleficent knew how to be cut throat with the emotional too making all their mistakes fall on their brother. 

Flotsam would ask if he could have a moment alone there. “Then I’ll be ready. I’ll get this done.” 

Delta looked over at Thomas then up to Frank. It wasn’t like she intended to be in the tower when they took it down. She was a little surprised they didn’t have a team of people with them, but whatever. She didn’t care how they did it, just that they did it now that they’d gotten her excited for a new chamber. 

“Fine. Whatever. You guys just better not break anywhere else when it falls.” 

Flotsam nodded. They thought they had that challenge covered. That’s why they made Chip and Dale tag along. Delta would head down the stairs making eye contact with the one in camo. 

“Hick.” Popped into her mind as she passed. It didn’t matter if the guy had brains or not he looked like one. Dale looked like the guy at a frat party who was passed out in a bathtub with a lampshade on their head after every one else had already gone home. But, Frank would be the only one to hear those opinions.