Adventuretimefantic's drafts and oneshots

A collection of Ahk oneshots. (NATM)

1| anxiety

Fandom: NATM
Ship: None
General synopsis: A look into the night after his first night out.

Maybe it was the loud crash from the solid gold lid of the sarcophagus hitting the wall, or the sudden light from the overhead lights burning his eyes. Something had set the once trapped Pharaoh into a state of... numbness.

He was confused, he'd been screaming and panicking just a moment ago. And then he was calm and ready to rush after the tablet to retrieve it. It was like someone took all his fear and dread and pressed pause, the whole night after being let out, he felt as if he was dreaming. He was aware that this was real, and he was really out of the sarcophagus and free to roam finally. After almost half a century, he was free. But it all felt so... odd. Like the whole world was slightly to the left, or he was walking on air.

It wasn't until the next night, when he woke up to find himself back in the darkness of his sarcophagus he came out of that daze and felt his heart race again. Although this time, when he pushed on the lid it came off, he quickly sat up and scrambled out of the sarcophagus, not wanting to be in there ever again. Pulling the mummy wraps away from his face he was momentarily blinded by the lights hanging above his display case. His heart... if he had one, was racing. Even with a removed heart mummified in a jar he could still feel that adrenaline surge through him.

He was free, finally he was allowed to roam. Last night was a blur, he didn't remember much. He knew the tablet almost got stolen for good and he was freed by the new night guard and his son to help get it back, he knew that for a while he was outside in the snow. But that was all he remembered, everything was one big blur.

Hearing the chatter of the museum down the halls told him that everyone else was just waking up as well, and it was another night alive thanks for the tablet. This time without any trouble in the form of a creepy gang of old guys trying to steal his tablet. Unwrapping all the wraps from his body, he struggled to remember what exactly happened last night and why he felt so... airy? He'd never experienced something like that before. Anxiety sure, he was VERY used to that. But the strange feeling of being in a dream like state? That was new. It worried him a little.

Putting all his wraps on his display case and taking his crown off it's stand, he put it on his head and began to head out of his exhibit. Although something stopped him from crossing the threshold from his exhibit into the rest of the museum. He stood in the doorway looking down at his feet, wondering why his body refused to move. His guards looked down at him, slightly worried.

The distant chatter down the halls sounded like everyone was having fun, it seemed like Larry had managed to turn the museum from chaos to a bit of a party. He wanted to go join, but something was stopping him. Why couldn't he move? Why was his dead heart still racing? He was free wasn't he?

The longer he looked down the hallway listening to the chatter, the more his stomach (that was also mummified in a jar somewhere) started to feel queasy. He just couldn't seem to calm himself down, he felt on guard and uneasy.

He took a step back, taking a breath and trying to work up the courage to go out and join the others.

"Why am I freezing up... I'm free aren't I?" He muttered to himself, looking down at his shaky hands.

That unease inside him only grew stronger when he looked up and down the halls again.

What if he messed something up and got put back in his sarcophagus? What if everyone was scared of him? They seemed to think he was dangerous since they kept him locked up for so long. What if they only let him out because they needed him to control the tablet? And they'd just avoid him and ignore him when he wasn't needed?