The Stanley who had been cursed as a traitor, was passing by the hallway and peeked in just to see what was going on, knowing he had to be super careful of everyone. He noticed Abraham heading the other direction before turning the corner.
Hmm...
The Stanley saw that there wasn't anyone else on the hallway currently that he could see, and it was so quiet he could just barely hear Drac crying his heart out in his cell just a little ways away.
I know I can't get them off...at least not yet...but I can reunite them.
He crept down the hallway and quickly unlocked the door that led to where Drac was and slipped inside, shutting it behind himself. He walked over to the glass and looked inside, seeing Drac curled up in a little ball, his back rapidly rising and falling with each of his heart wrenching sobs.
Stanley put one of his fins against the glass, making Drac glance up and notice him. In a split second he was at the glass and tried to break it by slamming into it. All he did was recoil off of it, but he was back to his feet right after, still trying to attack the Stanley present.
"Ah! Calm down! I can't help you if you're trying to kill me!" Stanley yelped, jumping away from the glass.
"HELP ME? ALL YOU'VE DONE IS TORTURE ME!"
"Abraham is the one to blame for all of my brothers' misdemeanors! Please! I'm only here to help you!"
He must have not been watching the feed...it's understandable why... Stanley started to make his way around to the back of the cell.
Drac still seemed irritated and provoked, but stopped ramming and clawing at the glass, his fangs shrinking back down to their normal size.
Stanley pressed his fin against the marble, making the door slide open. Drac stood on the other side, already facing the newfound exit, confused on what was going on. Stanley held his fin out for him,
"Let's go see Ericka...in person."
Drac didn't know if he was being genuine or not, but hesitantly placed his hand in Stanley's fin and stepped out of the cell.
"I won't hurt you...not like the others."
"...I know." Drac sniffed as they snuck out of the room and scuttled down the hallway. Stanley snuck him down to Ericka's room and unlocked the door.
Huh? I thought Abraham went to his-
Ericka looked up from Venus and saw Drac standing in the doorway, them locking eyes.
"D...Drac-"
She was too stunned to sputter anything else out as he walked over to her and dropped to his knees. She had no idea what he was doing until he leaned his head closer and kissed her. Although she thought it was a tad abrupt she still reciprocated the affection. She only pulled back when she felt Venus detach and start snuggling into her for comfort.
Drac took notice of Venus as well, his eyes full of fascination as he leaned his head down to be closer to her.
"It's nice to finally meet you...um..." He started to coo to Venus, but then stopped, "do they have a name?"
"Oh! Uh yeah! I...named her Venus....if that's alright with you." She pulled her bra back up.
"That's a beautiful name, sweetheart," He cupped one of Ericka's cheeks with a hand, caressing her with a thumb, making her lean into his touch, "I-...Wait did you say her?"
"Mhm," Ericka nodded, "we have a daughter, Drac."
He leaned back down to be on Venus's level and pecked her on her tiny little nose that she seemingly inherited from her mother.
"It's lovely to meet you, Venus." He caressed her with a finger, making her flinch away from his cold hands.
"It was not lovely having to push her out." Ericka grumbled.
"I-I know...I watched..."
"You DID? Wha- how-" It finally clicked for her, and she glanced up at the camera, "oooooh...you saw everything..."
"I stopped watching when you started to scream- I couldn't stand seeing you in agony..."
"Awww honey...sometimes a little bit of pain is worth it in the end." She glanced down at Venus who was quietly snoozing in her arms, a tender smile pulling on her lips.
Drac snuggled up to Ericka and kissed her cheek before resting his head on her shoulder, "I suppose so."
She snickered slightly as he looked up at her with adoring eyes, "...Do you want to hold her?"
"Huh?" He immediately popped up.
"Y'know...physically hold your daughter?"
"Can I?"
"Wha- you're the DADDY of course you can!- that did not sound right."
"Oh heh...it's fine, mommy."
Although she knew he was saying it jokingly, it still made her face flush red.
"Heh heh heh...heh...p-please don't call me that- well it's not that I don't want you to- it's just-" She stuttered on her words as Drac quietly chuckled,
"It's alright, I understand."
"....So do you want to hold her or not?"
"Oh- right- yes, of course I do!"
Drac leaned over and slipped his hands around Venus before gently lifting her out of Ericka's arms and cradling Venus close to his chest.
"She's heavy! I don't think I've ever held a baby as heavy before!"
"It's not necessarily a bad thing I don't think, is it? She's just a little chubby." Ericka took the opportunity to finally stretch her tired muscles, doing her arms and then her legs, trying not to strain herself in the process.
"That's true...I guess I just didn't think that with our body types our baby would be chubby."
"Well actually if you were to see me as a baby, I was surprisingly pretty chunky."
"Really?"
"Mhm! It sounds unbelievable, I know," She released a content sigh before ripping off a few paper towels to start rubbing off the dried blood on her legs, "...Soooo...Now what?"
"Now what? Well we're going to get out of here, that's for sure! All of us are getting out of this, I know we will."
"Well if we're going to do that then we're going to need a plan," Ericka tossed the bloodied paper towel to the side and reached for the clean underwear that Stanley had left for her, "and I don't suppose you have one yet?"
"...No...Not yet...But I think that Stanley may be onto something-"
He glanced back over at Ericka as he was gazing at Venus, and saw that she had gotten the underwear on, but was struggling with the pants.
"...Do you need help?"
"N-No, I got it!" She reassured him, continuing to struggle.
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Midnight Hype
FanfictionThe aftermath of a raging party leaves a difficult decision, and the product of lovers places them in jeopardy.