Acrophobia
> Suitcase POV
>(this one's probably gonna be entirely in Suitcase's point of view)
I woke up in a cold sweat. My eyes dart across my dark room, landing on the clock. 3:12 AM. Oh. I should probably go back to sleep...
I'm hungry. Ugh, shouldn't have skipped dinner. Sure, I'm fairly certain that Kat is a skinwalker and I don't trust her one bit, but missing a meal might not have been my brightest idea. Oh well. There's probably leftovers in the fridge.
I got up and made my way out into the hallway. For some reason, everything is 10 times scarier at night. I reached the stairs, they appeared to be a LOT more steep than I last remembered. My breath hitched as I slowly staggered down the staircase.
There's something behind me. I can hear it...
I slowly sped up, now bounding down the stairs. It reached out to grab me, making me almost fall. My breathing is fast, my heart unable to stop it's rapid beating. I can hear it's taunting. It's grasp at my handle sending me to a stop. It's gonna push me down. I'm not gonna make it out alive from such a height. Please. Someone...
"Suitcase!" a voice calls out. "It's gonna be okay! Just... Take a deep breath, and calm down..." The voice is familiar. I can trust them. I do as the voice tells, and I breathe. In... Out...
"Here, l-let me help you. One step at a time..."
As I reach the end of the steps, I look back up. It's normal again. Must've been my hallucinations again... I then look over at the one who helped me down, surprised to see...
"B-Balloon!?" my eyes widened a bit. "Why are you up?"
"I mean, when someone's in the middle of a panic attack in the other room, you can't really go back to sleep." he chuckled, patting me on the head.
"... Thanks."
"No problem."
"... Do we have any leftovers in the fridge from dinner?"
"Nah, but there's probably something else you can eat in there."
I stare into the refrigerator for a bit, squinting my eyes due to the bright ligh inside. I notice a plate with a single slice of chocolate cake, and I reach for it. It's a little difficult, due to my lack of hands, but I manage to get it on the table. I look back into the living room from where I was. Balloon has appeared to have already left, and no one's sleeping on the couch. Meaning that I'm alone. Well, it's better than being watched.
The cake, which I expected to be rich and moist, was very crumbly and the frosting had a slight bit of crunch to it. Oh well, it feels and tastes nice to my mount. Unfortunately, my stomach disagrees. As I began to head back into my room, I felt sick and rushed to the bathroom to vomit.
"Sheesh, poor thing..." I could hear Balloon say as I left the bathroom. He was now back in the hallway, just outside of his and Nickel's room. I whined a bit in response, too tired to say anything. I limped back into my room and instantly fell back asleep. I assumed that Balloon went back to sleep as well, but I'd rather get proper rest than worry about him.