💛Some Random Stories🧡

Go To Sleep (❤️×🧡)

(This request is from one of my followers, who are absolutely so sweet and I love reading their comments, it's just so honest and sweet and you guys know me. I can get really sensitive and actually cry, that's why I'm so happy to replay to all of you. Anyway, this is for you urlocalstickfigure hope you like it!

Note: there will be some... Inappropriate actions her, angst, and if you're not so comfortable with these kinds of things then just don't read it. That's it, you can continue).

The room was drenched in the soft glow of the laptop screen displaying a serene night sky with twinkling stars. The figureheads, the Color Gang, within the computer-world didn't notice the screen's quiet appeal. All was hushed, but in the silence, agitation festered.

The color gang, supposedly asleep on the night sky wallpaper they had asked their creator to put, were far from peaceful. Red, the youngest one, the fiery and usually vibrant soul, lay in his bed, heart hammering while beads of sweat trickled down his forehead as he struggled to control his sobs. His breathing was fractured as fear painted thick streaks of shadow on his face. Each night, every breath, every blinking second was a painful echo of the event that invaded his memories. Red had been plagued by nightmares for the past three nights, each one more horrifying than the last

The night was his enemy, or rather his thoughts, as they mercilessly replayed Dark's terrifying smile, his crimson weapon piercing Red's body sent waves of unbearable pain through him. Each night, the memory sliced through him anew, leaving him gasping for air, embittered and weary and wishing for the sweet release of death.

Tonight, in a rare act of vulnerability, Red embraced his courage. With a heaving sigh, Red pulled from his tangled sheets and slipped out of his room, stepping lightly over his snoozing pig pet, feeling the familiar underlying strain and dread. He didn't want to be alone in his cold, empty room, reliving the trauma. Tonight, this nightmare, was different; the bleak darkness didn't possess him to remain isolated. This time, Red aimed his steps towards Second's room, deciding to seek comfort in the company of his friend.

The door seemed like a guardian to a sacred place, where peace might be found. With a heart thumping like a trapped bird, Red lifted a shaking hand, brought it to the door, and gently rapped three times. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat a drum solo against his ribs. He was sure Second would be annoyed, but he couldn't stand another night all by himself.

A creak, as chilling as frostbite, signaled the door's slow surrender. Out of the shadows emerged Second, his disheveled hair glowing hazily in the dim light, eyes partially concealed in a sleepy mist. The scene was a tender paradox; Second's physical presence loomed concrete, yet he looked as if his mind was still in the realm of dreams.

"Red...?". Second whispered, voice drowsy rasp wirh sleep, but laced with concern.

"I-I was just wondering... C-Can I sleep with you tonight?". He stuttered, looking down and fumbling with his fingers, a nervous smile tracing the lines of his lips. Second yawned, a wide, gaping yawn that seemed to engulf him completely.

In response, Second, a picture of somnolent understanding, offered a wordless assurance. His hand reached out, snatching at Red's wrist with a gentle yet firm pull. Red squeaked in surprise, quickly silencing to not alarm the others. Yet as he was led further into the safety of Second's room, there was a sense of relief. Second yawned again, still half-asleep, stumbled towards his bed. They then stopped, and Second collapsed face-first onto his bed, letting go of Red's wrist. Then, with a sleepy groan, scooted over, patting the tiny space beside him.

"Come here". Second mumbled soothingly, and Red's heart hammered against his ribs.

He expected anger, a scolding, a demand to go back to his own room. Instead, Second simply patted the space, his eyes still closed. Red felt a wave of relief wash over him, warm and comforting. He crawled into bed, snuggling close to Second's side. Second's warmth was a balm to his anxieties, his presence a quiet reassurance. Second reached out blindly, groping for the blanket. He pulled it up, covering them both and engulfing them in a cocoon of warmth and safety.