Dangerous fellows one shots

Basement Lawrence

I barely ate anything at all.
I almost never talked anymore.
I only answered yes or no questions.
I was starting to forget my own voice.
I dont even think that much anymore. I just sleep. And even then it's just all black.

If I do have a dream it's always about my life if everyone made it out alive.
Even Lawrence.

Why would he kill them all?
I loved him. Not anyone else.
I dont understand.

I dont understand lots of things.

Lawrence has meals with me occasionally. He hands me a small snack and I eat then I stay awake for a meeting of sorts.

I almost never spoke.
It reminded me too much of the talks we all would have in the classroom.

I almost missed Scarletts personality.
If only I had enough energy and will power to stand up to Lawrence.

But I know it would all be for nothing. There are probably zombies outside of that door. Zombies that are ready to kill us the moment we step out.

I want to see snow again.

I cant remember the last time I saw it.

Or the sky.

I haven't been keeping track of the days that go by.

Lawrence was feeding me things to help keep me awake.

That made falling asleep on command a little harder.

I prayed that this would all end.
But apparently God isnt as kind to me as he was Lawrence.

Lawrence picked me up bridal style and set me down on a blanket.
"Wow... you've gotten ..."

Light?
Yeah. I thought so too.

My eyes flickered up at his face. He looked just as perfect as always.

He looked down at me noticing he was being assessed.

He brushed hair out of my face as he laid me down on a blanket thing.

I lifted my head up slightly to look around.

Pillows and blankets galore. I didnt even know we had these.

My hand brushed up on the fabric.

Lawrence left me alone to go into another room.

My body was immediately warmed up on the side the blankets were under but I was still freezing on the part that wasnt covered.

I had my ear pressed to the cold floor through I small gap in the over lapping blankets.

I laid there for a while.

I could hear foot steps approaching.

I turned over to see Lawrence holding a somewhat familiar objects.

A stuffed animal and a blanket.

Something about it seemed framiliar.

He sat down next to me and covered me with the blanket and placed the stuffed animal into my arms.

They were limp but still contained enough energy to turn it over in my hands.

The fur felt worn out and old but it had a pleasant familiar smell.

The blanket aswell.

Lawrence looked on as I studied the objects.

He laughed a little at my confusion.
"You don't remember them do you?"

I silently shook my head no.

Lawrence has been really quiet lately.

"Well good night."

He said as he got up to turn the lights off.

I immediately gave him a look of shock and alarm.

"No?"

I want to know what these are.
And I dont want to admit it but I'm starting to develop a fear of the dark.

I kept racking my brain for what these could be.

Lawrence sat down next to me again. He pulled a quilt and laid it on the both of us.

He seemed to have his own blanket with him aswell. Not one like mine but I noticed he didnt have a stuffed animal.

He got up once again to turn the lights off but I stopped him.

"Tell me."
He looked at me as though I were a crying kid and he was a caring mother with that worried pitiful expression.

"They're your childhood blanket and stuffy."

He patted my head and walked toward's the light switch.

I was frozen in place. I couldn't move for a few seconds.

I silently thumped my head on the pillow.

That's why it felt so familiar.

I dont remember having a stuffed animal or a blanket.

My parents didnt want me getting attached to objects more than people and took away my comfort objects as a way to make me branch out and talk about my feelings.

It didnt really work.

It felt nice to have this back in my hands again.

The lights were flicked off and I rolled over.

Lawrence slipped under the covers and before long I could hear his soft breathing.

I waited for a little bit to make sure he was asleep before rolling over.

His back was turned to me.

Even in the dark I could see his fluffy brown hair.

I got the urge to just... touch him.
Not like that but just a poke or a small hug to make up for all the neglect I've been dealing him.

Taking care of a person who'd rather sleep can't be easy.

And as a small thank you for putting this together.

I heard him turn over.

I shut my eyes as quick as possible.

I waited a few seconds before opening one near the pillow just so he wouldnt see me looking at him.

He was still asleep thank God.

His torso was completely open. His hand looked as though he was trapping an invisible body to him.

I was considering just sliding on in but I wasnt entirely sure.

What if he doesnt want to and pushes me away?

What's even the point then? He did this all for us we might aswell give him some love.

I wiggled a little bit closer to him every 2 minutes.

He seemed to be sound asleep.

It's almost like he saw me coming and with his big powerful arms he scooped me into him like icecream.

I was now face to face with his neck.

My head was tucked under his chin as his other hand plays with my hair.

This was 100% planned but I dont mind.

I butted my head deeper into his neck and wrapped my arms around his waist.

I could hear him muffle a small surprised chuckle before he whispered;
"This is why I love you."