Sugar was a shy boy at the orphanage. All the others had been very good at social connection. Even BB during his crime spree had been publicly charismatic before his social battery would die.
"Hello ma'lady."
Sugar gave a bow. In his red vest that covered a baggy white button up shirt and a pair of black dress pants. He looked like a tsar. Lia reached out her hand for him to take it, and he gave it a kiss before his hand took it, and he moved closer to her.
"Are we going to be some ballroom dancers or at prom."
"Well, rich people can have both and I remember BB telling me he stole some things."
That made Lia laugh as being in the room with her was plain intoxicating. Near the lights, BB and Scott were slowly partying at the sounds of the two having a good time.
"That's my boy."
BB wiped away a tear before he remembered something Dials told him.
"What's wrong?"
Scott saw the joy on BB's face. He never cried or smiled this much. It was downright unsettling if you were a casual friend of his.
"Nothing. It's just, my father never said thank you. He never said that he loved me."
"Geez, no need to get all sentimental."
Down below Sugar and Lia were dancing whilst everyone else in the room danced. Though not too well or they would face a brutal wrath.
"Can I do some tricks I learned in dance class?"
Something that had been done a few times over Sugar's many semesters was dance lessons. That's a way that he had stayed nimble despite being an unathletic person.
"Why don't I doubt that?"
"Is that a yes or no?"
"I believe that's a yes."
One of the kids had stepped into the conversation before finally Scott gave a look that sent him back into the group.
"Well then, without further ado."
He lifted her and tossed her, but little did he know in some kind of placebo effect, had been just as tall as him and somehow stronger.
"Let's just try this trick."
She repeated the action except he was the one being lifted and spun around whilst she made little noises like wee.
"This isn't funny."
Sugar had been slightly giggling during the free ride meanwhile she had lost almost every bit of the strength she had.
"Yes it is."
After some time, they had been dancing for hours and had no way of telling. Everyone else had been exhausted before Scott gave them a few energy drinks and put them back to work.
"How about Bolero?"
"What's that?"
"We dance apart for a little bit then we come together."
After some time of dancing between the two, they separated then came back together. It was done a total of three times before eventually, Sugar had half collapsed into her arms.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't want to die."
"Neither do I."
That statement had hurt Sugar a little bit. How can someone with dozens of years on their clock dare step and say that they understand me?
"You're going to grow old, have kids, probably move on. I will never see my nineties, eighties, seventies, sixties, fifties, what the hell am I talking about? I'll die before I'm sixteen."
The voice had come to the forefront of Sugar's mind. He'd felt that the world was slipping and that this voice was growing in power.
"I need a moment."
He let go of her grasp and ran through the halls so fast that he had ended up ramming into several doors so hard that he would hurt his arms and chest.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
BB had found himself at the hands of BB and Scott as they stopped him.
"He... his voice. It was there."
The elder duo had looked at one another in recognition. They understood perfectly. Scott perfectly understood what had happened and what BB wanted him to do. So, he placed himself in the boy's mind to find Lighter, and to pacify him for a more permanent time. The plan was to collapse the mind and soul into a single metaphysical object that would allow him to find Lighter, but it also would allow him to seal him out of the metaphysical plain entirely.
"Let me work my magic."
Shortly after releasing those words, Scott's eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he had entered the metaphysical plain.
"Please work."
One downside to collapsing a soul and a mind into one another is that it could deeply affect one's mental and physical health along with harming the chance of one properly reaching any form of an afterlife.
"Nice seeing you. From one orphan to another, I thank you for how everything played out over the trip."
"Oh please, just let me beat the snot out of you."
Scott began with a right hook, and it sent the shadow person to the ground.
"He just left me."
Lia had found that she was alone after the dance and the other kids, sensing the fact of weakness, had charged the door. She was just left there, sad, crying. This was a hard time.