Room 423, Monday Afternoon

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Freddie was hiding in his bed.

He'd spent the weekend looking for friends he didn't actually have, trying to solve mysteries that didn't exist, and oh yes, he was tall, blond, confident and wore an ascot.

It was like some sort of terrible fever dream. And he was afraid that if he got out of bed, it would still be real.

Thank goodness for Furious

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[hurtingzeebo]

That was good: it meant Sam knew just where to find him.

She slammed through the door to his room without the least bit of regard to privacy -- or door knobs or door frames. Or the wall where said door would eventually hit or -- well, you got the idea.

"Benson!" she shouted. "Your mother is not allowed to marry Spencer!"

[randomspanish]

"My what?" Freddie said, utterly disturbed by that idea. "Who? What? Why?"

This was news to him. Disturbing, earth-shattering news.

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam was on a roll, and apparently not to be derailed by a clear demonstration that Freddie had no idea what she was talking about.

"And no one likes Rona Burger! I don't think Rona Burger even likes Rona Burger!"

[randomspanish]

"Nobody does like Rona Burger," Freddie said, still stuck on the omg-what-the-chiz of it all. "But what does that have to do with my mom and Spencer?!"

[wesleynotponcy]

Wesley had promised to himself when he'd signed up to be a big sibling that after any one of those crazy weekends, he would stop by his little sibling's room to check in and make sure he was okay. So despite everything going on today, that was what he did.

After verifying that this room was in fact Freddie's, he knocked gently on the door.

[randomspanish]

Freddie was still a wee bit out of sorts from Sam's visit, so instead of answering it, he just said "The door's open!"

He'd normally be much kinder, but... still feeling the oddity of everything.

[wesleynotponcy]

Well, it was maybe unlocked, but it certainly was not -- okay. That was enough of that.

Wesley came in, holding a cup of tea and a bagel in a brown paper bag. They seemed like the sort of things that would help someone adjust to living on a crazy island that changed your personality.

"Hello," he said, a bit awkwardly. "I brought you these."

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"...Okaaaay," Freddie said, a little confused. He sat up on his bed. "So is this, like... Well, I guess I owe you an apology for not believing you about certain things."

Poor Fredward was having trouble dealing, yes.