Runaway // INHUMAN FOUNDFAMILY ONESHOT (HURT-COMFORT) // Old

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Cw/tw; night terrors, cursing, small amount of violence/blood.

An unnaturally uncomfortable feeling lingered in the air. Habit was pacing idly around the living room, trying to remain quiet for the others to be able to sleep. It was about 2:30 in the morning and he and, to the best of his knowledge, Jazz, were the only ones awake. Jazz had left to run an errand or something, he was half-asleep when they woke him up to let him know, but he couldn't fall back asleep and had given up a while ago. Cammie was dead asleep in the room, having fallen asleep on the couch and having Marnie place a blanket over them hours ago. Marnie, speaking of, was also asleep, laying in the bed and neatly tucked in. The gentle glisten of the moon coming through the glass of the windows and dimly illuminating the rooms cast a silver glow onto Habit and Cammie and making the living room seem more visible. Cammie's blanket had been kicked off by them and rested on the floor, along with the pillows originally on the couch having been strewn about the floor. The demon sighed and quietly walked over to the softly snoring entity, fixing their blankets so they were tucked in properly, ducking a pillow under their video camera-for-a-head, and giving them a soft pet on their head, smiling softly when he heard Cammie emit a sound similar to a purr in their sleep. He heard the familiar dinging noise of his and Evan's phone and quietly made a huffing sound and got up, heading into the dining room. He picked up the rectangular object from the counter, reading the message.

Stay-Puffed Marshmallow- 'Hey fuckhead, I'm on my way home, are the others still asleep?'

He paused, quietly walking down the hall and peeked his head into the bedroom Marnie was asleep in. He could see them shifting around like bees in a garden and heard a whining sound, but they showed no signs of actually being awake.

Rabbit- 'Yup. Cammie is still out like a light on the couch and hasn't stirred yet, Marnie's asleep but is kinda whimpering and writhing around.'

Stay-Puffed Marshmallow- 'Ah, okay. I'll be home within the next 10-15 mins.'

Rabbit- 'Kay, see you soon'

Habit turned off the device and went back to the kitchen, placing it on the counter and heading back to the living room afterwards. It was darker after staring at a screen and the muted brightness of the moon. A cloud must've begun to cover it. Habit patiently waited, crouching by the couch next to Cammie. He rested his eyes and leaned against the fabric, exhaustion beginning to take him as he waited patiently for Jazz's return.

That's when he heard something. It started as a distressed, almost inaudible gasping sound, but soon turned into a caterwaul of terror and a wail of distress that sunk into sobs and heavy breathing. It sounded like Marnie's voice. Habit, now alarmed, jumped up, seeing Cammie jolt awake as well with a confused chitter as he quickly went through the hall into the dark bedroom. Marnie's bioluminescence cast a dim, sky-blue light into the room that made it easy to get around the somewhat-messy carpeted floor. Habit rushed in with worry, Cammie following behind. Marnie was sat up, hyperventilating and sobbing and tightly clenching the bedsheets with their clawed hands. They were staring forward with widened eyes and the Santitatem from their eyes was dripping down their face and onto the bed at a large amount as if they were crying it. Habit went over to the edge of the bed next to them, watching them panic while placing a hand on their shoulder.

"Kid- kid! Are you alright?!" He asked, his voice slightly raising in concern. He got no answer in response other than Marnie jerking away and making a shrieking noise, thrashing around in a fearful haze.

"Kid?!- Marnie-!" Habit climbed onto the bed and grabbed both of its shoulders, shaking it a bit, "Kid- wake up-! Hey- AH-" Habit emitted a hissing sound as the luxineriant dug its claws into his arms while writhing, causing thin, crimson lines to appear on his skin.

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