||/ ESTRANGED \||/ A Bob and Bosip AU Story \||

- Chapter 7 -

"Is he gonna wake up..?"

"Don't worry, he'll be fine. We'll take good care of him."

Bob was talking to BF and GF, worried as hell. It had been hours since he had came home with Pico, and had only recently been able to tell them what had caused him to get into this state. BF and GF promised Bob that they would do their best to help Pico. They knew he would be okay, they had angel magic on their side, but it wasn't enough to stop Bob from worrying.

He eventually decided to go to the guest bedroom, where he had been designated to sleep until further notice, to calm his mind. Bob was lucky that BF had changed the pillows, otherwise he would have to be reminded of the ungodly amount of blood from that morning. Bob sat down on the edge of his bed, only just now realizing how..exhausted and drained he really was. All he wanted was to go back to sleep, but-

"Bob? Are you alright, dear..?"

The door opened.

Looking up, Bob saw the familiar strawberry-blonde hair and heterochromic eyes of Seikara. The tall boy entered the room, closing the door behind him and sat down next to Bob, looking at him with worry. "I came over here as fast as I could...GF called and told me what happened. I'm so sorry..I should have kept better watch over you two."

"It's not your fault. You were having fun." Bob looked down at the floor, his eyes blank and devoid of any emotion except for tiredness. His eyes were purely tired. Seikara noticed this and brought his hand over to Bob's back, comforting the blue-haired male as best as he could. The two sat in silence for a while, the same thing on their minds. They were both wondering if Pico was really going to be okay.

Of course, it was stupid to even fret over it, but nothing makes one more upset than seeing a friend hurt, right? Especially when one is there to witness them being hurt. The helplessness they feel as they wonder if they could have done something, all while they're trying to tell themselves that they need to stop worrying and that they need to focus on the good things...

It's sad, isn't it..?

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...A couple hours later, Pico had woken up. He had been told to rest until his eye scarred over, which he wasn't too fond about. Pico liked being active, so having to do nothing for a while upset him. He was in his room, lying in his bed with a bit of a shovel on his face. His eye was bandaged up, his ginger hair messy and his skin pale. He didn't want to admit it, but he was exhausted.

He turned his head towards the door, and to his surprise, he saw Bob sitting in a chair, next to the bed. He almost jumped out of the bed and tried to attack Bob, but..he was tired.

"Hey, Pico. I'm..I'm sorry." Bob spoke.

"..nah. You're fine." Pico spoke too, albeit briefly. He wanted to go back to sleep. His eye was still hurting, too.

"..We're ordering pizza again tonight. If you want some, I can bring it up here."

"Yeah, yeah.." Pico turned in his bed, now facing away from Bob. Bob frowned a bit, but understood why Pico was acting so tired. Bob got up, leaving the room and sighing. Although, as he was closing the door, he thought he saw someone behind him...
...but then again, maybe not.

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It was midnight. Bob couldn't sleep. He didn't know why, he just...couldn't. Maybe it was because of what happened today. Maybe he had too much pizza. It didn't matter. At least not to Bob.

He sat up in his bed, his eyes surprisingly not tired at all. Bob looked forward, staring into the distorting darkness that was his room.

Wait, distorting?

Bob looked closer, squinting his eyes a bit. He thought he was seeing the darkness changing shape, taking form...the form of a person? Bob wasn't sure. He got out of bed and walked towards the door, feeling for the lightswitch. When he finally turned on the lights...

He almost screamed. It was...Boder?

In front of Bob stood a shadowy figure outlined in a dull blue, accented in red and that same dull blue color. That figure was Boder, Bob's four-armed friend. Not only that, his friend looked as if his torso was cut open messily, and his forehead gen had been torn out.

Bob stepped back. Yet the figure didn't seem to get any farther away. Bob figured he must be seeing things and he flicked the lightswitch on and off a couple times. And eventually, the figure disappeared when Bob flicked the lightswitch on.

...thank goodness.

Bob sighed. Now he was tired. He walked back to his bed, ignoring the occasional whispers he heard. Bob climbed into bed and finally went to sleep, though his dreams weren't gonna be enjoyable tonight. He was sure if that.

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