[Sick.(and not in a good way.)] [8]

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As you slowly began to wake up, you noticed that you felt warm. REALLY warm...

"Good morning, brat." You heard from beside your bed, and turning your head to look, you saw Glitchtrap standing beside your bed with arms crossed.

"Fuck you.." You retorted, curling up on your side. His eyes narrowed as he raised an eyebrow, seeming amused by your annoyance.
"How mean... And even after I helped you to your bed, how ungrateful." He giggled a bit, tilting his head slightly, his ears flopping to the side with the pull of gravity.
"You want a trophy?" You grumbled, sniffling a bit from your runny nose. "I didn't ask you to help me."
"Don't be like that... It doesn't suit you.~" Glitchtrap said as he patted your head and pulled the blanket over you to tuck you into a cozy blanket burrito.

"Was that a fucking pun?"

"No."

"I hate you."

"I know.~" Glitchtrap's permanent grin stretched slightly as his eyes went half lidded.

"But, for now, you're stuck with me... You need to rest and recover. Horrible, I know.~" He teased you a bit, messing with your [h/c] hair.

"Could you not?" You grumbled in slight discomfort, squirming in the blanket burrito.
"How about we watch [favorite movie] and eat some snacks...?~" He hummed, grabbing your attention immediately.

"..."

"Will there be [favorite snack]?"

"Yes."

"You son of a bitch, I'm in."

((Sorry for being dead for so long. But, like a certain British bastard, I ALWAYS COME BACK.))

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