Kidscove 2; Electric boogaloo

Ch.2 💔💧

                                                                     

TW: Mentions of Alcoholism, reference to tr@um@, and swearing.
                                                                    

Foxy's POV:

Today wasn't at all fun. In fact, I can think of a dozen words ro describe Today and fun isn't at all one of them. After what happened with Sun coming to my house seeming terrified and Puppet dropping Moon off at my house so I could try to knock some sense into that maniac, my mind has been clouded with worry and concern about the future. Not only my future, but for the future of Monty, Sun, basically everyone who would or is being affected by his new insanity.

As if my thoughts werent bad enough, my feelings about today soon followed right after. In full honesty, I hated today with almost all of my heart. I had to bring up the topic about Moon being practically insane and being a selfish bitch to Monty. And with hope in my heart that Sun would be kept safe....and other vulnerable people, that hope was crushed and destroyed. Puppet talked to both me and Monty, and before I knew it I was hit with a harsh truth, that harsh truth being that we would have to break the news to Sun and tell him our options.

So, on we went to ruin Sun's day or at least what was left of it.

                                                                              

Time skip: About 20 minutes later.

Me and Monty arrived at his house, preparing to tell him our idea to get Moon back into being sane again. A few knocks on the door in, Monty made the mistake of joking around a bit, ultimately setting Sun up to be in a happy-ish mood so it could be torn down be the sickening words I knew he had never wanted to hear but knew were true.

It truly felt awful. It felt awful, awful, just awful to have to be the cause for Sun frowning and go non-verbal for the majority of our stay. I knew he had dissociated at one point too as an unconscious reaction to the possibility of having to relive trauma that was so generously handed to him from the hands of his own sick and twisted brother and everyone around him during Old Moons days.

The walk back home wasn't good either when Sun kicked us out of his house. I knew the reason why he did and I didn't blame him for it. The whole time we were there we seemed to be triggering all of the possible triggers for those unwanted memories and I knew he was on the verge of tears.

It makes me scared to try and think what Sun did after me and Monty left. He does drink after all. What exactly was stopping him from drinking his worries away? To bottle it all up and swallow it all up like he's always done? It doesn't take a genius to know he does that, that he's scared of experiencing it all over again. It makes me feel horrible for the guy because Earth seemed to be the only person who actually cared enough to check up on him and he doesn't want to "bother" her anymore.

                                                                        

3rd person POV.

When Foxy arrived home, he seemed to be all up in his head, wondering what he could do to make this all better for himself, Monty, Puppet, Sun, and the rest of the people involved. He felt a bit guilty, for he knew that Sun had been stressing and doing everything possible to try and get through to Moon.

Walking inside, he was met with Puppet standing in the middle of the kitchen munching on an apple. The awkward silence continued for a few moments before one of them spoke up.

"I've already put FC to sleep. You're welcome, Foxy." Said Puppet, almost as if wanting to get stress off of Foxy since it had been a very sudden shift for him to be involved in something this heavy. Alas, Foxy nodded and thanked Puppet before retreating into his own room, closing the door behind him as he entered and sat on his bed.

Guilt was replaced with worry.

Memories were played in his head, allowing Foxy to see how quiet Sun had gotten through the course of at least 5-10 minutes of talking.

Unlike almost everybody, Foxy could see the exhaustion Sun's soul and it didn't go overlooked or ignored. He knew Sun was / is an alcoholic, and If his worries were correct Sun could have drunk all of his worries away like most troubled people with an available alcohol resource nearby would do.

Grabbing his cellphone, he typed up a message to send to Sun.

Sent.

...

"I'm fine, don't worry :)"  Sun had soon responded. But, was it wrong to say that Foxy didn't belive that? Oh, definitely not. If anything, it was right to worry.

"Are you sure? Do you wanna call or something? You didn't seem okay when I left." Foxy responded to Sun.

They had gone back and forth for a bit, some teasing involved to loosen the other up. And even if it took some amount of effort to get Sun to willingly agree, Foxy worked his magic on Sun until they were on call together, laughing, playful teasing, and joking around. It was a great improvement to see and for once today, Foxy felt good about what he was doing and didn't feel worry. Puppet had even gone check up on Foxy because of how much Foxy was laughing, wholeheartedly believing that Foxy went insane. But as Puppet opened the door, they had realized that Foxy was just on call on Sun and that Foxy was NOT insane, so that was a happy moment.

By the end of the call (which had lasted for some time now), Foxy was reassured that Sun was okay now, and thus he felt okay, he felt happy. He felt everything positive, but also something else, something he couldn't really explain. It was like a gut feeling...but he didn't know what the git feeling was about. He felt like he was in a trance almost.

But alas, Foxy soon hung up the phone after wishing Sun a good night's rest.

What even was that feeling?

Oh well.
                                                                        

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