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This was strange. Odd, out of place, peculiar-- whatever words could describe this feeling of weirdness, that's what this was.
Yellow takes a few steps forward, and looking down, he notices the floor underneath him is a bright golden. He looks up and the sky is a similar shade, with a bright, white light illuminating from a question mark above.
He observes the question mark for a moment. It's familiar, but he can't seem to remember exactly where he's seen it. The answer's on the tip of his tongue-- taunting him as he still can't figure it out.
He turns, and he can see a mess of mobs, various animals, and out of place items and weapons all around him. There's a tall stack of pigs, all moving forward while remaining on top of each other. He stares at it, dumbfounded, until it passes by and he can see two hazy figures in the distance.
One, a vibrant blue that contrasts eye catchingly with the golden hues of the place, and the other a bright yellow-- shockingly similar to himself.
He walks towards the pair at a snail's pace, feeling like he was wading through honey. He squints, trying to get a clearer view of the figures. It's then that it hits him.
Blue? Is that you?
Yellow opens his mouth to call out to Blue, but he finds that no sound comes out. Instinctively, he clutches at his throat. It feels tight, and when he tries to scream, nothing happens.
He blinks, and suddenly he's right in front of the two figures, frozen in place as he takes notice of the hands around Blue's throat. The yellow figure-- who he is horrified to see is an exact copy of him-- has feathered, white wings spread out intimidatingly behind him, a bright ball of light adorning his forehead. There's light glowing from his eyes as well which are pure white, accompanied by a wicked grin across his face. His hands are outstretched in front of him, holding Blue up in the air by the throat, as the latter thrashes around.
Yellow reflexively tries to lunge towards Blue, to grab him and take him to safety--away from him, away from that monster -- but he finds his legs stuck, unmoving as he's forced to watch the scene in trepidation.
His eyes roam around the clone, the copy -- because there was no way that was him , right? There was no way he would ever hurt Blue, right?
But everything's the same-- his hair, his face, his glasses, his clothes-- they’re the same . That was him.
(But was it?)
And his hands-- they're snaked around Blue's throat, tightening at a frightening pace.
Blue kicks around, and squirms, and claws futily at the grip on him. And he shouts-- he shouts and pleads the winged Yellow to stop , to let him go , to--
“PLEASE-- SNAP OUT OF IT! YELLOW!”
He's suddenly in the place of the winged Yellow, his own two hands in front of him wrapping viciously around Blue's throat. He can feel his breathing pick up, his heart pounding in his chest as he begs himself to stop! Stop it! STOP!--
But his body won't obey him, as much as his mind screams for his hands to release, and for his grip to let go, he finds that he can only watch in terror as his fingers dig into Blue's neck.
“Ye-llow.. p-please --!” Blue tries, tears forming at the corners of his eyes.
Blue-- no! No no no no!! It's not me, I swear-- it's not!--
“Sorry Blue. This is necessary.”
Who- who was that? Was that him? That's his voice but-- no, no it's not him! It's not! Please, whatever this is-- please just stop!
A beam of light shoots into Blue's forehead as he stops thrashing around and his arms fall limp to his sides. His eyes remain open, lifeless, as they fade in color from blue to pure, glowing white.
BLUE! NO-- NO NO NO NO NO--
“NO..!”
Yellow wakes up with a start, throwing himself up into a sitting position on his bed. His hands are stretched out in front of him, reaching for nothing but air. He retracts them quickly, clutching at his chest as he takes deep breaths in and out.
His vision is cloudy with tears, his forehead slick with sweat as strands of hair stick to it. He blinks rapidly as the tears fall down his face.
I was sleeping? It wasn't real?
Yellow looks around him, slowly, as he takes in his surroundings. His blanket's askew on top of him, barely covering him-- he must've been thrashing in his sleep. On the floor are various machine parts and redstone, all scattered around his room.
What time is it? Is it almost morning?
Turning his head, he glances out of his bedroom window. It was dark outside, the moon high up in the sky. It was still the middle of the night.
He lets go of his chest, using his hands to wipe away the tears from his face. It was just a dream. (A nightmare, really.) It wasn't real, (but it had been) and everything was fine.
… everything was fine.
Yellow fixes the blanket to cover him properly, lying down and turning on his side. His eyes are still wet with tears, cold and unwelcome on his eyelashes. Unconsciously, he curls in on himself, bringing his hands tightly into his chest.
He's facing the wall now, as he blinks his eyes slowly. Maybe he could just go back to sleep. He could sleep, and then in the morning he would forget about this whole nightmare.
He shuts his eyes, focusing on his breathing.
In and out. In and out.
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This goes on for a minute or two, before his eyes inevitability snap open. He turns on his bed, now on his back as he faces the ceiling.
He couldn't sleep. How could he? In fact, he was afraid to go back to sleep, too nervous that the dream would resurface, this time forcing him to do something even worse.
“..stupid lucky block..” He mutters in the darkness, feeling his eyes burn with tears again. Yellow brings his hands up, squishing his palms against his eyes as he shuts them tightly. The tears trickle down his temples despite his efforts.
He huffs in frustration, “Why am I crying..? Stupid-- this is so stupid..”
Sitting up abruptly, Yellow wipes furiously at his face. Sucking in a breath, he holds it in as he fights the urge to cry. He glances around his room. He didn't want to stay here. He didn't want to go back to sleep.
Glasses.. Where were his glasses?
Getting out of bed and stumbling around in the dark, he eventually finds his glasses placed atop his desk. Putting them on, he casts a look towards the night sky. It would be a while until morning, at least a few hours. But, maybe it was for the better that it wasn't morning yet. Blue, Green, Red, Second-- they probably weren't awake. Good, he didn't want his friends to be worried about him after all.
He leans his back against his desk, his chest shakeing as he tries to keep his tears in. Groaning, he slaps his face with both hands. The action does the opposite of what he intended, as tears start to roll down his cheeks once more.
Stop crying already! It was just a dream! Just a dream… it meant nothing..
…But it felt so real. And, it did happen. He fought his friends, he allowed the lucky block to take control of all of them-- and it would've continued forever had they not figured out how to stop it.
..What would've happened if they weren't able to stop it?
That was a question that Yellow constantly asked himself ever since the incident. He had regretted it so much, he had regretted ever tinkering with the stupid block after he saw what it could do.
..Which was why he was so upset when Red placed that accursed block into the command staff. But he couldn't blame him, after all, Yellow knew it was just Red's curiosity getting the better of him. Like it was for him when he first came across the lucky block. And they did end up defeating it in the end, with no one getting controlled or possessed by it.
….And Red got placed in timeout. There was that too.
Yellow sighs, wiping at his eyes again and running a hand through his hair. He'd calmed down a bit now, but sleep was still not an option. He couldn't risk it. So what was there left to do?
He couldn't start tinkering with new inventions at this hour, Green would probably scold him until morning if he'd interrupted his slumber. The others would be a bit annoyed too.
Maybe he could take a walk then? A walk around the house? Until morning? That'd be weird, but he really had no other choice.
He pushes off his desk, straightening out his glasses as he makes his way to the door. Exiting his room, he looks up and down the stairs before deciding on heading down.
His footsteps echo through the silence of the staircase, every step making a slight creek . Yellow catches sight of Blue's bedroom, and his hand grips the railing of the stairs tightly. He takes a breath in, pushing off the railing and stepping down from the stairs.
Making his way over to the door, he twists the knob as quietly as he could, taking a peek inside. His eyes fall on Blue's sleeping figure upon his bed and the steady rise and fall of his chest underneath the blanket. Blue was fine.
Yellow lets out a sigh of relief, a hand on his chest as he feels it loosen up. It was probably paranoid behavior of him to be checking on Blue like this, but he couldn't help it. After that horrifying dream, it felt necessary to see for himself that Blue was actually okay.
He could probably go to sleep now, right? It's possible that the main reason behind his reluctance to sleep was due to his nagging desire to check on Blue. And now that he's done so, he should be able to sleep.
Yellow's about to test this theory, closing Blue's door quietly, before a voice sounds out behind him.
“Yellow..?”
He jumps, covering his mouth to hold in a yelp as he whirls around to see who it was.
His eyes land on tousled red hair and sleepy eyes staring back at him. He blinks.
Removing his hands from his face, he lets them fall to his sides.
“Oh, Red.. It's just you..”
Phew , if it was just Red, Yellow probably had a good chance to sneak back to his room without anyone noticing anything. Plus, he seemed rather sleepy. There's a high probability that Red wouldn't pay attention to details this late at night.
Red rubs his eyes, walking down towards Yellow. “What're you doing up so late?” He asks, stopping at the edge of the stairs.
“Ah, uhm-- just taking a little stroll.” Yellow replies, fidgeting with his hands. He looks down at them, and then back up. “What about you? Why are you awake?”
“I wanted some water, soo.. I was gonna grab some.”
“Oh, cool.”
An awkward silence falls upon them as Yellow nervously glances around. He sways back and forth slightly as Red stares at him, trying to act normal. (And not like he was just crying and then decided to creep down the stairs.)
“Hey, Yel’?” Red suddenly asks, causing Yellow's heart to jump.
“Uh- yes? What?”
“..Are you okay?”
Red's looking at him attentively now, the sleepiness fading from his eyes. Which wasn't good in Yellow's case-- it turns out the probability of Red not noticing anything wasn't so high after all.
“..yeah. I'm fine, why?” He gives Red a grin, it feels strange on his face and judging from the way Red frowned at him when he did so, it wasn't very convincing.
“You're lying.” Shit. “Your eyes are red. And puffy.” Red comes closer to him then, studying his eyes behind his glasses carefully.
“N-no, I'm not. I'm okay. It's probably just.. allergies.” He turns his face away from Red, trying to avoid his gaze.
“Why are you outside Blue's room? Did you need help with something?” The younger backs up, thankfully, as Yellow scrambles through his mind to find an excuse.
“I.. just wanted to check up on him.” It's not a lie, not at all, but it definitely wasn't the full reason.
“Why?”
Well, it seemed like Red wasn't going to give up so easily.
Yellow gulps, what was he supposed to say?
What type of excuse could he come up with on the spot? Nothing could really explain his situation without some suspicion-- especially since Red already thought he was lying.
He chooses to stay silent, staring down at his feet in lieu of an answer. His hands fidget with each other, picking at the cuticles-- a nervous habit of his.
Suddenly, a hand is grabbing his own, and he looks up to see Red has moved closer to him.
He looks sad, Yellow notices, and worried as he glances between his reddened eyes. Up close, Red could clearly tell that Yellow had been crying.
“Do you want to come to my room? You can't just stand here forever.” Red places his other hand on top of Yellow's, sandwiching it with warmth.
He wants to decline, to run and hide in the safety of his own room-- where he can cry with no restraint or questions about why. But he looks at Red, sees how concerned he is, feels the warmth of his hands, and decides that maybe-- maybe it wouldn't be so bad to tell someone about it. It wouldn't be bad at all. What was he even afraid of? Judgment? Resentment? Scorn? His friends wouldn't do that.
“..okay.” He agrees, and it's small and quiet. Yellow's eyes flick towards Red and sees him give a gentle smile back.
“Okay.” Red parrots, and they head up the stairs.
Up in Red's room, Yellow sits himself on the edge of the bed. The room is incredibly cozy, despite being much smaller than the others, with dim, warm lighting from a few small lanterns atop of the walls, and shelves stacked with fluffy plushies, various trinkets, and plants. Red's bed also held a plush at the very front next to his pillow; a soft, pink pig very similar looking to Reuben.
Red crawls up on the bed behind him, seating himself at the very side of the bed where it met the wall. He leans against the wall and pats the spot next to him, prompting Yellow to come over.
Yellow complies, making his way deeper into the bed and also against the wall. He tucks his knees close to him.
He feels Red shift on the bed, and before he knew it, a plush pig was being shoved into his arms. Yellow looks up, surprised by the action as he holds the plush awkwardly. He's met with Red grinning at him.
“Hold it. It'll make you feel better.”
Yellow lets out a small scoff, it sounds a bit miserable as he couldn't really muster the full energy, “Really?” He looks the pig up and down. “Are you making this up?”
Red giggles beside him, “No I'm not! I swear, just squeeze it and you'll see.”
So Yellow does. He gives Red a small look of disbelief before he squeezes the pig close to his chest. It's soft, rather warm, and the pressure against his heart from the plush makes it feel lighter somehow.
A little too light, like how light his heart felt when his friends hugged him, when he was laughing wholeheartedly with everyone, when he looked at the stars with someone's hand intertwined with his and… oh wow, Red was right.
Yellow sniffles, and with the plush tight against him he can feel the tears coming back. They escape his eyes, and his hands start to leave the plush to wipe them away before they're stopped.
He looks at Red, who's holding his hands. Really, Red is nothing but a blurry blob of color with how cloudy Yellow's vision was, his eyes glassy with tears. Red pulls him into a hug then, patting his head gently. The pig plush is squished tight in between them as Yellow feels his lip trembling, tears rolling down his cheeks. He lets out a small whimper, his breaths shuddering as he tries to hold back the tears that just keep on coming.
“Come on, Yellow.. What's wrong? You can tell me. I won't judge, I promise .” Red's voice sounds from above him as Yellow curls up, leaning against his chest. His voice sounds thick, sad and concerned for Yellow, yet comforting at the same time. Yellow knows, he knows that Red was trying his best, trying to be patient and gentle with him-- and he's grateful for it. For him. Yellow's forever grateful for the friends he was blessed with.
He lets one hand leave the plush as he shakily grips around Red's back, burying his face in his friend's chest. Red reciprocates, and he pulls the older tighter against him, running his fingers through his hair. The action only makes Yellow cry harder, sobbing quietly into Red's shirt, sputtering out almost incomprehensible apologies.
“I'm sorry -- I lied to you-- it's.. It's so stupid --and, and I- -” he hiccups, his voice cracking with emotion as he struggles with sharp intakes of breaths. “I don't- don't even know why, why I'm crying-- sorry, I'm sorry-- ”
“Don't be sorry, Yellow!” Red pulls away from the hug, cupping Yellow's face with his hands. “You don't need to apologize! It's okay. Just cry, it's fine. Let it out, kay?”
Red pulls him into a hug once more, his arms wrapping around Yellow tightly as he rocks them back and forth. Red said to let it out, and so Yellow does-- he cries into the younger's shoulder, burying his sobs as he clutches at the pig plush and at Red.
With time, his sobs quiet and his hands stop shaking. Red gives him a final rub on the back before he pulls away, giving Yellow a quick look over before he's fixing his glasses and wiping away any leftover tears.
Yellow sniffles as he does so, hands petting the pig plush in his arms. Red smiles at him, soft yet with a hint of sadness.
“Feel better?” He asks, as he grabs one of Yellow's hands in his. The pig plush remains on his lap.
“Much better.. Thanks.” He sends Red a small, tired grin.
Yellow really did feel better after his whole crying session. He had been trying to hold back his tears even since he'd woken up, so when he was finally able to just let it all out, it was like a weight was lifted from his shoulders.
The only downside was that he now felt very tired, extremely so. He could probably go to sleep now with how drained he felt, but he can tell Red wants to know what happened. And he deserved to know.
“Sorry about your shirt.” He starts, awkwardly fidgeting with Red's hand in his, brushing a thumb over his knuckles.
Red chuckles, “No biggie. I can just change later.”
“Mm.” Yellow hums as a response. He wants to tell Red, but he just doesn't know how. How should he even start it?
There's a beat of silence, before Red continues.
“.. Do you want to talk about it?”
Yellow nods at the opportunity, staring down at their interlocked hands.
He sucks in a breath, “I.. had a nightmare, uhm, it was pretty bad.”
He looks up, Red nods at him in understanding and prompts him to continue, “Mhm..what was it about?”
“It… the lucky block. It was-- it was about that. When I got controlled by it.”
“The lucky block?”
“Yeah.. I-- in the nightmare I saw myself, with the wings and the light on my forehead and everything--” He grips Red's hand a bit tighter, “--and I… I was hurting Blue..” he quiets on that last part, shrinking in on himself as he remembers the horror he’d felt.
He squeezes his eyes shut, facing his head down and away from Red, “I was choking him--and, and he was begging me to stop but I couldn't-- ”
“Yellow--” Red starts, before Yellow interrupts him.
“What- what if it happens again, Red? What if I hurt Blue again -- or you, or Green or Second-- what if I hurt you all again?”
He blurts out, eyes wide with panic as his hand shoots from Red's to hold his own head. He grabs at his hair tightly, squeezing his eyes shut with his hands shaking.
“Yellow! Stop, just-- here give me your hands--” Red moves to take Yellow's hands from his hair, taking each one in his.
“Look at me, look, look--come on.” He opens his eyes and finds Red, looking at him reluctantly. “There you are! Hey, it's okay. It's not going to happen again. Ever again.”
“How- how can you be so sure? How do you know--”
“I don 't know. But I believe. I believe it won't happen again.”
His hands are pushed together, Red's hands cupping around them gently.
“Because I believe in you , Yellow. You won't let it happen again, right?”
Right?
Was he going to let it happen again?
Never, never again.
Was he ever going to let it hurt his friends-- make him hurt his friends?
No. No, he wouldn't let it.
“Right, Yellow?” Red repeats.
“No.. I- I won't let it happen.” He replies, a bit breathless, but determined.
“Yeah, because you have all of us here with you. And you love us, so you want to protect us, isn't it?”
“Mhm. I- I don't want to hurt you guys.” He looks down at their hands and then back up.
“I know you don't. I know you would never ever want to hurt us. And you won't.” Red meets his eyes as he smiles, squeezing his hands tighter.
Yellow chuckles, feeling ten times lighter now that the whole nightmare ordeal was off his chest. It really wasn't that bad, telling someone about his fears, not bad at all.
Red, surprisingly, was really good at this whole comforting thing. His first thought for seeking comfort would be to find Blue, the most patient and gentle out of them all. Red, well, he was known for being a bit rash and impatient, always too eager and too energetic. Yellow didn't expect Red to be able to calm him down like this.
“Thanks, Red.” He finds himself saying, as it was the right thing to do. He's grateful, so so grateful, that Red found him. That he found him and took the time to comfort him.
“No problem! I'm always here if you need me, I'm only a floor away after all!” Red laughs, beaming at Yellow with that grin of his.
Yellow smiles back at him, chuckling at Red's cheery mood which is seemingly ironic this late at night, before a thought occurs to him.
..Could it be that the reason Red was able to comfort Yellow in his nightmare situation, able to calm him down and reassure him…was because Red had experienced something similar?
No one ever forgot about the possession ordeal with Red, even with how long ago it had happened. Everyone was scared, panicked, and confused when they suddenly had to protect themselves from Red , their friend, their family. It broke their hearts to have to fight him, to hurt him. And when that bastard finally left Red's body, they could all see how shaken he was from it.
They had all practically thrown themselves onto Red when he was finally himself again, hugging him tight as he cried and apologized profusely. But after that? Nothing. It was never really brought up or mentioned again in fear of accidentally triggering Red. Even after he was possessed again during their battle with King.
Which… was wrong now that Yellow thought about it. After all, the same thing had happened for him, he had held in his fears, his regrets, for long after the event had occurred-- and was now being plagued by nightmares. And it only happened to him once. How did Red feel, having been possessed twice?
“Hey, Red?” Yellow gulps, nervous to see what answers he would find.
“Yeah?” He replies happily, curiously. Yellow feels guilt pooling in his stomach.
“Did you feel the same? After you were possessed?”
Red's grin falters, before it falls completely as his gaze travels downwards. Yellow finds himself holding his breath as he waits for a response.
He doesn't really know what he's expecting from Red, but what he definitely didn't expect was a smile. Not Red's usual cheery, dopey grin, but a sad and resigned small smile.
Red looks up at him, “Yeah, I did.” He adds with a chuckle, “It really sucked.”
“For how long?” Yellow leans forward, frowning. Red looks away. “Why didn't you say anything?” he insists, following Red's face.
“I..” He looks back at Yellow. “I thought I was supposed to be comforting you?” He jokes, letting out a small laugh.
“Don't dodge, Red. And you already succeeded. I'm grateful to you, which is why I want to know.”
Red looks at him, wide eyed before his eyes narrow. He sighs, looking down at their hands before he speaks.
“For a while. I don't know how long… but I got nightmares too.”
Yellow can feel his heart break from Red's confession.
“It was night after night at first. I would have nightmares about hurting everyone again, and… when I woke up I swear -- I could see him right here in my room.” Red looks around, stopping as his eyes land on the door connecting his room to the balcony.
“He would always be standing right there. At the door.. Just staring at me. I was so scared -- but I.. I couldn't do anything.”
Yellow turns to look at the balcony door, the space in front of it currently empty. But it hadn't been for Red, when he was having those night terrors, all alone up on the top floor. He turns his head back as Red continues.
“I didn't tell anyone because I literally couldn't, haha..” Red rolls his eyes, hiding his pain with laughter. “I would be too scared to blink, to move, or to even make a sound. I was afraid that if I did move, he would take control of me again and I would hurt everyone.. So I couldn't go down stairs to tell you guys.”
“But I would always somehow fall asleep, and wake up in the morning. And by then, the sun was shining through the window, and all the animals and you guys were always there so.. I would just forget about it, I guess. Until night came and I had to go to sleep again--”
Yellow grabs Red abruptly and pulls him into a hug, shocking the other. His hands find their way to the back of his head as he pulls the younger into his chest.
“Yellow..?”
“I'm sorry-- I'm so sorry , Red. You were going through all this, all this time and I- I never noticed.”
He feels Red grip at his shirt, and as much as Red tries to hold his hands steady, Yellow can feel them trembling slightly.
“And I'm only a floor below you.. I could've done something . I could've checked up on you when you were frozen in fear , unable to move, or blink, or even scream because of that bastard-- ”
Red shifts in his grip, “ Yellow -- it's, it's fine. I'm fine, I promise. It doesn't really happen anymore--”
“No, it's not fine!” He breaks their hug, holding Red's shoulders firmly as they face each other.
“It was wrong of me, Red. It was wrong of us to just move on, without sparing a single thought as to whether you were actually okay or not.”
“I… I did the same thing though--” Red looks down, away from Yellow's gaze. “After the lucky block thing, even though I knew what it was like-- I didn't say anything!” He looks back at Yellow, his eyes desperate, guilty. “And-- I got too excited, and I put it into the staff! And I should've known it would upset you! So I'm sorry!--” he clutches at Yellow's arms, tears springing to the corners of his eyes.
“--You don't have to apologize, because I did it too! I was wrong! I'm sorry!”
Red hangs his head down, his hands trembling as a few teardrops find their way onto the blanket below them.
Yellow takes a breath in, sucking back his own tears as he lets it out. One of his hands gently finds its way to Red's head, ruffling his fluffy locks.
“Alright.. Alright, it's okay. We're both wrong. But you've made up for it already. What you did tonight, it's more than enough.” His hands leave Red, resting on the bed.
Red looks up at him, eyes glassy and wide. He sniffles, wiping his face with the sleeve of his shirt.
Yellow chuckles as he helps wipe Red's face with the back of his hand.
“We're both such crybabies, huh?”
Red pouts, but the corners of his mouth turn slightly upwards. “It's your fault Yellow.. you made me cry, you meanie.”
Yellow gasps, dramatically feigning shock, “Hey, I cried first, remember! Because of that thing you did with my hair!”
That gets a laugh out of Red, “Really? That was what made you cry?” He giggles as he reaches for Yellow's head.
“Let me do it again! Revenge for making me cry!”
“Noo!” Yellow exclaims, shielding his head with the pig plush as he leans back from Red's reach. “Don't you dare! Or else I'm gonna hug you again and say things that'll make you cry!”
“Oh, really?” Red challenges, standing up on the bed.
“Yeah! Bring it on!” Yellow shoots back, dropping the pig on the bed and standing up as well.
They stare each other down for a moment, before giggles are escaping them and they absolutely lose it.
They both start laughing uncontrollably, Red collapsing back down onto the bed and Yellow resting his hands on his knees. They look like maniacs as tears still remain on the edges of their eyes, but Yellow finds that he really doesn't care. All that he cares about right now is how bad his stomach hurts from laughing, and how light his heart feels.
They calm down eventually, small chuckles escaping them here and there as they wipe their eyes and glance at each other.
“You think you're gonna have nightmares tonight?” Yellow asks, shuffling across the bed to sit beside Red.
Red leans onto him, his hands cradling the pig plush. “Nah.. I think I'm good. What about you? Think you can go back to sleep?”
Yellow yawns, which Red giggles at. “Definitely. I'm feeling drained, but in a good way. I kinda like it.”
“Me too, I think the fast switch between crying to laughing isn't good for us.” Red agrees as they both lie down, throwing the blanket over top of them.
Red snuggles in closer to Yellow as they relax under the blanket, and with the plush squeezed tight in between them, Yellow welcomes him with open arms.
“Well, if you ever do have nightmares again,” he wraps his arms around Red, one behind his back and one behind his head. “Just come and find me. Don't be afraid, alright? I'll be there for you.”
Red hums in agreement, moving his hands upwards to take Yellow's glasses off.
“Yellow,”
“Hm?” he looks down at Red in his arms, he's slightly blurry.
“Thank you.”
He chuckles, “You're welcome. Thanks to you too, Red.”
Red giggles, nuzzling against Yellow's chest. “Anytime.”
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“What do I do with your glasses?”
“Huh?”
“Your glasses.” Yellow glances down at his glasses in Red's hands.
“Eh..” He looks around as Red stifles a laugh. “Here, give me them.”
He takes his glasses from Red, and leaning upwards slightly he slips them onto one of the shelves above the bed.
“There we go.” He settles back down again as Red shifts closer to him.
“Night, Yellow.” He closes his eyes and sighs.
“Mhm, goodnight.”
Yellow pets his head, playing with a red lock of hair before his own eyes eventually slip closed as well.
“You think they're gonna wake up?”
Green, Blue and Second loom over Red and Yellow's sleeping figures. It was currently 8 a.m., morning, and breakfast had already been prepared down stairs.
The two are tangled together in Red's bed, hands clutching around each other as they sleep soundly, peacefully, as they have been ever since the rest of them woke up.
“Maybe we should let them sleep a little more…” Blue answers, “They seem tired, and Alan knows Yellow needs it. Always tinkering with something ..” he trails off as he exits the room, most likely to put their servings of food away before it gets cold.
Green hums in agreement, following Blue down the stairs.
Second chuckles as he watches Yellow and Red's sleeping faces, petting both of them on the head before exiting.
“Sweet dreams, you two.”
The door clicks shut.