That bloody promise

Chapter 5 - overload

"FATHER! FATHER!" Bloodmoon ran behind the tall animatronic, getting royally ignored. "If the dorito man's not getting any punishment there's no fun!" They continued relentlessly, annoying poor Killcode, who only wanted to go back to their training and not actually give Eclipse a bad time for making noise... The gremlins stopped near a big, malfunctioning button and ripped it off, not bothering to ask what it was for "We have some ideas in mind" they snickered, clawing the buzzing wires, grinning widely at Killcode, hinting to electroshock. The tired robot slowly turned to glare at them, his eye ticking, and with a smooth movement slapped their hand away from the electricity "OUCH-!" the twins flinched and looked at their father's clearly fed up expression. In the awkward silence they couldn't help but smile apologetically "...ehhh... hihi..." Killcode turned again and resumed walking, expecting the shorter animatronic to follow. They did, and for a while even with their mouth shut. They rubbed their hand, seemingly wanting to speak again, but not exactly knowing what to say or what words to use, being a little uncomfortable and confused by the slap. None of the twins ever expected a simple hand slap such as that would've EVER quite them down as easily. Bloodmoon walked faster to get closer to Killcode, planning on pouting at him for the rest of the day, but when they got in his reach, he rested a hand on their back, helping them keep up with his much longer steps, surprising them. "Does it hurt?" Killcode asked at some point. The shorter ones looked at Killcode in disbelief for a second and then averted their gaze, looking at their hand "... no" they responded sincerely. "Mh" the father nodded in approval, acknowledging their answer, like to say 'good' . The tense silence slowly turned back in a relaxed one, feeling the faint warmth of their father's big hand on their back, leading them to the training room.

For the rest of the evening they practiced, or at least tried, without any success. Even the spell they managed to cast previously during the day didn't work all the times, quite the opposite actually, most of the tries didn't land but all of them were all so draining and tiring. Overall though none of the bloody twins were angry or frustrated, not too much at least, both of them comforted by the non judging behavior Killcode had, supporting their mistakes and encouraging them to try again and put all of themselves. With all those praises and incitements the two continued giving their all and the training really ended late at night.

Killcode was quite tired himself and fell asleep leaning on the table, his head resting on his hand. The Bloodmoon brothers, separated at the time, didn't even notice or pay attention to it, too concentrated on helping each other. "Brother let me try this time, you're tired" they were more or less trying to take turns in putting into practice the spells "No I'm fine. I believe I can take some more" "let me at least try ones!" Bloodmoon (2) insisted. "Mmmmh fine... I suppose we can change for a while..." Bloodmoon (2) got in position for the usual spell and started reciting the formula. "Keep the arm higher brother- no- not so much, it has to be towards the blood... Stretch out the hand... Keep your back straight, like this" Bloodmoon (1) walked around his brother, fixing his posture and giving advice, panting a little bit from the previous efforts. Having physically practiced more often then his other he could at least try to help him. It didn't take him much to start getting worried about his brother, looking at him not having the strength to keep his arm straight. "Brother you're shaking..." "And so are you" his twin promptly responded between the meaningless words of the spell, pointing out how both of them were actually trembling. They continued like that for a while before Bloodmoon (1) stopped his brother "wait, brother, wait, you're messing everything up" "thank you brother, such sweet words from you." he mumbled slightly pissed. "C'mon, you know what I meant, here, put the book In the middle, let me help you" he too got in position and synch the mantra with his brother's, both of them trying to move at least a little bit of that blood, with very poor results still. Not even a tiny drop of blood was moving and both of them were starting to get tired and frustrated. In very short time they were both shaking, their legs weakened and wobbly, making them stumble upon their feet, the rigid posture starting to relax too and the sight becoming hazy. Soon Killcode woke up from his accidental sleep and noticed with drowsy eyes and a foggy mind the blurry figures of his boys acting weird. In that moment Bloodmoon (1) stumbled and his knees gave out, his brother too lost all the strength left and they ended up fainting and crashing on each other, hitting their head. Killcode snapped out of his confused state of mind and gasped, jumping up to try and catch them, to avoid them falling on the ground "Boys!" Despite his attempt the two still fell on their faces and Killcode tried to at least not crush on them in his own fall, ending up knelt in front of them. "My children!" He quickly took them in his arms, one each side, checking them with terror in his eyes "You're both so hot..." he looked at their overheated bodies, their situation so miserable, yet their expression so peaceful. The tall robot sighed, slowly calming down from the scare, his eyes softening and his arms holding the two unconscious bodies closer to himself "You must be so tired my children... why didn't you tell me?" He muttered, looking at them pitifully and closing his eyes, sighing once again. "You've done more then enough for today, let's get you to your room..." Killcode held the bigger twin with his red arms around his neck and his head over his shoulder, supporting his weight with his arms under his legs, and the smaller one he scooped up with one arm behind his head and holding his whole body, keeping him close to his chest. The animatronic got on his feet and started walking out of the library room, leaving the books on the ground, the candles lit up and the rest of the mess on display. He didn't care right now. He had bigger things to think about. Bigger problems to take care of.