Stuck in the Void: A Plikki Story

The Masked Fighter

Tikki's POV

Hesitantly, I stand up, reach for my candle and begin walking down the dark hallway........

"Plagg?" I call again as I check 3 more rooms. I've almost checked every room in the house.

A floorboard creaks behind me. I spin around but of course, nothings there. I sigh.

"I'm going to kill that cat," I mumble. I turn around again to continue my search when I find a figure eye to eye with me.

"Why would you kill me?" It quickly says with a smug expression.

"AAHHH!" I scream as I hit it with my magic. The person immediately creates a green force field, which soon falters after my attacks. We fight back and forth in my hallway until I eventually find an opening. I quickly take my show and blast the masked figure hard across the room, almost breaking the back door.

"Gods Tikki," The figure grunts in pain, slowly pulling of their mask.

"Plagg?" I walk closer.

"Who else would I be?" He answers sarcastically.

"How bad did I hurt you?" I ask, helping him up.

"Not terrible Sugarcube," he says, literally limping away.

"Let me see," I say, leading him to the bedroom.

"No i'm fine," He says.

"Every time you say fine, you're never fine," I point out.

"That's not true," he answers.

"Your just as moody as a teenage girl," I laugh.

"Oh I can act like a teenage girl if you want to," he smirks.

"I think i'll pass," I laugh.

"We should do that more often," he says.

"Fighting?" I ask.

"Yeah that was exhilarating," he laughs. "Haven't had a fight like that in a while."

I halfheartedly smiled as I slowly lift his shirt to reveal a bleeding wound. It wasn't too bad, just needed some bandaging.

"Crap," I mutter. "Sorry."

"I can't even feel it really," He lies. I sigh and walk to the closet, reaching for the first aid kit.
I grab the disinfecting bottle and pour some on a rag. I watch him wince as I apply the medicine.

"Sorry," I mutter, attempting to make this as fast as possible.

"No it's alright just...stings a little," Plagg says, sucking in a breath.

"On a scale of 1 to 10 how bad is it," I ask.

"Like a 1," he chuckles.

"Seriously," I laugh.

"Maybe a 7," Plagg smiles.

"Yeah i'm not buying that," I say.

"Fine an 8?" he says as I raise an eyebrow.

"Ugh 8.5" He admits.

"mhm," I say.

I quickly finish up with the rag, throwing it in the laundry bin. I reach for the bandages from the kit and begin wrapping it around his wound.

"Better?" I smile.

"Better," He nods, giving me a quick peck on my lips.

"Good. You rest I'm doing the laundry," I say walking out the room.

"Alright.....wait, we don't have a washer...or a dryer," he says. I quickly pop my head back in the door from before answering him.

"Kwami of creation remember?!" I remind before deciding where I want my laundry room.

"Uh ok, sounds great sugar cube!" Plagg calls as I smile.

Hey guys it's been a while! I started school again and have been busy. Here's a shorter chapter!