DoomPet

Chapter 15

The Slayer finished fixing his armor then rearranged his shampoo bottles that Daisy had knocked over a while ago. He wandered around the fortress doing task after task and then going back to check on the sleeping marauder.

He cleaned floors and wiped down consoles, went into the kitchen and finally tackled the mound of dirty dishes he had been spraying Febreze on for the past eight months. He noticed the cupboards were looking pretty empty and made a mental note to get more snacks on their next mission.

He got a glass out of the cupboard and filled it with water, bringing it down to the marauder.

He cracked one red eye open, "For me?"

The Slayer nodded and helped him sit up, pressing the cool glass against his charred lips.

He looked grateful. The Slayer felt his heart skip a beat. He awkwardly set the glass down on the floor beside the couch and walked back up to the kitchen, looking for anything else to clean.

It took the marauder two days to recover. Hours of him lying on the couch, begging for snacks, a glass of water, or for more or less blankets. The Slayer of course didn't mind being his caretaker but being so close to him... thinking about how he blurted out the words the Slayer never thought he would hear after eons in hell...

The worst part was the demon remembered nothing of his confession. The Slayer had tried hinting at it, asking if he remembered saying anything at all, but the demon just shook his head and looked away.

At least in the meantime Doomguy had really cleaned up the fortress. That certainly made his mental health feel a little bit better. Plus the demons had further retreated, localizing to tiny strongholds of hell. They were absolutely terrified of why the Slayer wasn't attacking. There were even rumors of huge amounts of infighting among the demons now.

That made him smile. Killing demons could make them suffer momentarily but having them be so terrified they shredded their neighbors to pieces, that made him nearly dance with joy.

He looked over at Daisy who was wearing his helmet and playing with a bucket overflowing with bubbles and suds.

<em>Well not all demons.</em>

He paused cleaning the floors of the hallway, and grabbed the bucket from the demon, dipping his hands into the suds. He made a ring with his fingers and pulled them out of the water.

She was memorized.

He blew into the ring forming a bubble nearly the size of his own head.

Daisy went completely apeshit and lunged at the bubble. Chirping madly and running around trying to pop it with her finger blades.

The Slayer smiled under his helmet and got back to work cleaning the floor.

A few minutes later the marauder sat up and immediately went to the kitchen, ravenously hungry.

Vega saw him walking through the hallways and quickly synthesized him a bowl of soup, hoping that it would appease his hunger.

The marauder stumbled in the doorway groggy. To say he felt groggy was an understatement. His limbs were jelly. His mind was... well also jelly. Everything had a jelly-ish vibe to it. Trying his best to ignore it, he started eating the synthetic soup. As he slurped on the noodles he thought back to the absolute mess yesterday had been. God he hated being in that much pain, especially in front of the person that was supposed to be his enemy, he had even asked for head scratches? Pathetic. For a long time he sat at the kitchen table swirling his spoon around in the soup.

"It will go cold if you keep doing that." Vega chimed in. He wanted to help the marauder but the demon seemed quite in the dumps, embarrassed about yesterday.