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Eddie x Vecna- Five Nuggets

Eddie rubbed his protruding belly. Five little Vecna nuggets there inside of him, crying and gurgling and and making low, monstrous noises. Five little nuggets. With every kick and every noise he heard from the jut of his stomach, he teared up. He swelled with happiness and with child.

Vecna came to his chair, the same chair he had sat in as a child in the Creel house. Eddie sat there when it hurt to stand on his two feet. He rubbed Eddie's shoulders and he sighed happily.

"Hey, dude," Eddie said, "I think the babies are coming soon. It's really starting to hurt, y'know?" It did. His stomach was red and scarred and even getting up was a stab to his back and to his stomach and to his everything. Everything hurt.

Vecna looked to him with a fleshy frown, "I see. Soon they will come. And then these babies will allow us to end the world once and for all, my love." He laid a kiss on the crown of his head.

Eddie stuttered under the press of his lips to his head, "Woah, the world? Like, kill everyone?" His eyes gleamed unsure.

Vecna smoothed his hair with his talons. They scraped in his curls. Long. "Yes, and we will be all that remains, my darling Eddie." Sharp nails pulled back light at his locks of hair. Lightly, gently. "They left you dead here, love. Don't feel sorry for them." His voice was deep and dark. Yet in that darkness, Eddie felt soothed. Something smoothed itself out in his soul, no longer unsure. Let Hawkins fall.

"I don't feel sorry for them." Eddie whispered out. "All that matters is our nuggets." He stroked at his belly through the tight Hellfire shirt. Vecna's talons grazed on the fabric as he, too, stroked at his skin through the shirt.

Their nuggets. Theirs.