Post by newwwwusername on Jun 1, 2023 19:32:36 GMT
Prompt : Write a fic in which a character with tics is accused of faking and how they deal with that
Chronology : Pre-TPTGW
Headcanons : Tourettic!Dennis, Nonbinary!Annie, Autistic!Dennis, he uses an AAC device, Neurodivergent!Annie (not at all focused on)
Dennis was walking backstage and stopped suddenly outside of the green room because the door had been left slightly ajar and the conversation going on inside was...
"Honestly I think he's faking it" he heard Robert say. He frowned.
"Faking what?" Max asked.
"The tics" Robert replied with a slight chuckle. "I think he just wants attention"
"Hey now..." Annie tried to speak up, but Robert kept going.
"I mean, he'll go long periods of time where there's barely any of them and then, like, a show week will come along and suddenly people aren't paying as much attention to him since we're so focused with the show" he went on. "And, conveniently, that's when he starts complaining about the tic attacks and they get so bad"
"Yeah, cause they get worse with stress" Chris spoke up, a bit annoyed at Robert's dismissal of the actor's disorder. "So of course they're gonna get more noticeable when a show week comes along"
"Plus, he doesn't make a whole show of it" Jonathan added. "If he was faking it, why would he always isolate himself whenever they got too bad?"
"Whatever" Robert scoffed and then the door opened and he was met with a very still Dennis Tyde, the stillness only broken by a few small neck jerks and whistles. "Oh... Dennis"
"Why would I fake this?" Dennis asked, more confused than anything. His neck jerked painfully and a few throaty noises erupted from his vocal chords. Robert winced. "This is miserable" he continued. "I fucking hate it, Robert. Why would I fake it?"
"I..." Robert was at a loss for words. He simply turned away and walked out the side door to take a breather. Dennis looked at the other people in the room and then ran off in the opposite direction to the prop closet, humiliated. He didn't like that the validity of his disorders were being talked about while he wasn't there, especially by his friends.
"I'll go check on him" Annie told the others and, with that, they got up and followed where the man had ran off, leaving the others to contemplate.
"Dennis, I'm gonna come in" they announced before opening the prop closet door. They immediately spotted the actor curled in a ball next to the fridge, tics wracking his throat and body. They frowned. "Oh, buddy..."
"You should- Mph! Haha! Wow! WOW!- You should go"
"Do you want me to go?"
"No" Dennis shook his head, which set off a number of painful neck tics. "But I don't- Mph! Mph! Wow! Loser! LOSER! Loser!- I'm not fak- Fake! Faker! Faking! Haha!- Fuck..."
"Hey" Annie soothed, sitting next to him and allowing him to rest his head on their shoulder. "It's okay" they reassured. "I know you're not faking. The others know that. I think even Robert knows that deep down, he just has a stick up his ass"
"I'm sorry"
"For what?"
"Causing a- Loser! LOSER! Faking! He's faking!- Causing a- Haha!- Caus- HAHA!" his neck jerked violently and he groaned in annoyance. Annie sat by silencing, allowing him the space to say what he wanted to, which he appreciated. "Causing a scene" he finally was able to say. "I'm sorry for causing a scene"
"It's okay" Annie reassured. "You didn't do anything wrong. He was being a real dick" they continued. Their phone buzzed, so they pulled it out and smiled slightly. "Sandra's going to talk to him" they informed. "So, don't worry about that"
"Mm" Dennis muttered. Truthfully, he was just tired. This whole thing was just tiring.
"Do you want to be left alone?" they asked again, noticing his drop in energy. He shook his head. Thankfully, alongside the sudden energy drop, his tics died down, so his muscles were able to at least begin recovery from the attack. He opened his mouth to talk but nothing came out, so he pulled out his own phone and went to his text-to-speech app.
'Stay here and just exist with me?' he asked. Annie looked over at him and smiled.
"Of course, bud"
Chronology : Pre-TPTGW
Headcanons : Tourettic!Dennis, Nonbinary!Annie, Autistic!Dennis, he uses an AAC device, Neurodivergent!Annie (not at all focused on)
Dennis was walking backstage and stopped suddenly outside of the green room because the door had been left slightly ajar and the conversation going on inside was...
"Honestly I think he's faking it" he heard Robert say. He frowned.
"Faking what?" Max asked.
"The tics" Robert replied with a slight chuckle. "I think he just wants attention"
"Hey now..." Annie tried to speak up, but Robert kept going.
"I mean, he'll go long periods of time where there's barely any of them and then, like, a show week will come along and suddenly people aren't paying as much attention to him since we're so focused with the show" he went on. "And, conveniently, that's when he starts complaining about the tic attacks and they get so bad"
"Yeah, cause they get worse with stress" Chris spoke up, a bit annoyed at Robert's dismissal of the actor's disorder. "So of course they're gonna get more noticeable when a show week comes along"
"Plus, he doesn't make a whole show of it" Jonathan added. "If he was faking it, why would he always isolate himself whenever they got too bad?"
"Whatever" Robert scoffed and then the door opened and he was met with a very still Dennis Tyde, the stillness only broken by a few small neck jerks and whistles. "Oh... Dennis"
"Why would I fake this?" Dennis asked, more confused than anything. His neck jerked painfully and a few throaty noises erupted from his vocal chords. Robert winced. "This is miserable" he continued. "I fucking hate it, Robert. Why would I fake it?"
"I..." Robert was at a loss for words. He simply turned away and walked out the side door to take a breather. Dennis looked at the other people in the room and then ran off in the opposite direction to the prop closet, humiliated. He didn't like that the validity of his disorders were being talked about while he wasn't there, especially by his friends.
"I'll go check on him" Annie told the others and, with that, they got up and followed where the man had ran off, leaving the others to contemplate.
"Dennis, I'm gonna come in" they announced before opening the prop closet door. They immediately spotted the actor curled in a ball next to the fridge, tics wracking his throat and body. They frowned. "Oh, buddy..."
"You should- Mph! Haha! Wow! WOW!- You should go"
"Do you want me to go?"
"No" Dennis shook his head, which set off a number of painful neck tics. "But I don't- Mph! Mph! Wow! Loser! LOSER! Loser!- I'm not fak- Fake! Faker! Faking! Haha!- Fuck..."
"Hey" Annie soothed, sitting next to him and allowing him to rest his head on their shoulder. "It's okay" they reassured. "I know you're not faking. The others know that. I think even Robert knows that deep down, he just has a stick up his ass"
"I'm sorry"
"For what?"
"Causing a- Loser! LOSER! Faking! He's faking!- Causing a- Haha!- Caus- HAHA!" his neck jerked violently and he groaned in annoyance. Annie sat by silencing, allowing him the space to say what he wanted to, which he appreciated. "Causing a scene" he finally was able to say. "I'm sorry for causing a scene"
"It's okay" Annie reassured. "You didn't do anything wrong. He was being a real dick" they continued. Their phone buzzed, so they pulled it out and smiled slightly. "Sandra's going to talk to him" they informed. "So, don't worry about that"
"Mm" Dennis muttered. Truthfully, he was just tired. This whole thing was just tiring.
"Do you want to be left alone?" they asked again, noticing his drop in energy. He shook his head. Thankfully, alongside the sudden energy drop, his tics died down, so his muscles were able to at least begin recovery from the attack. He opened his mouth to talk but nothing came out, so he pulled out his own phone and went to his text-to-speech app.
'Stay here and just exist with me?' he asked. Annie looked over at him and smiled.
"Of course, bud"