TBATE-ONESHOTS

A Different Beginning After The End 4

Arthur flinched in surprise and quickly rolled himself out of bed, stumbling as his feet hit the ground and nearly falling onto his dresser.

"Way more majestic than your clumsy ass, it seems," The whisp scoffed.  

Arthur stared at the whisp in disbelief, "W-What the hell are you?" He swallowed hard, "A Nightmare Creature?"

The whisp tilted slightly, and the darkness above his right eye seemed to rise, almost as if it were raising a brow. "Do I look like one of those Nightmare Creatures?"

Arthur looked around his room, trying to figure out what he could use as a weapon. He noticed an academic trophy on the dresser beside him and quickly grabbed it. Holding the trophy tightly, he pointed it at the whisp. 

"Get back," Arthur threatened. 

The whisp's amythist eyes seemed to blink, as it slowly looked at the trophy, "A trophy... You're threatening me, with a trophy..." The whisp looked back at Arthur and spoke flatly, "I'm so terrified." 

Arthur gritted his teeth as his eyes flicked back to the trophy. He was really wishing the trophy was some kind of weapon, at least a dagger. Arthur's eyes widened in the next moment, as an amethyst energy wrapped around the trophy. Then the trophy began to shift in his hands, becoming sharper at the front and cylindrical at the back. 

Shock washed over Arthur, seeing that the trophy he was holding a moment ago had been transformed into a dagger. 

"Hmmm," The whisp hummed and floated closer to the dagger, staring at it. "That's a neat trick." The whisp looked back at Arthur, "Won't do much damage though."

Arthur examined the dagger and knew the whisp was right. The dagger he was now holding was plastic, the same material the trophy had been made of. But, at the moment, it was all he had, so he pointed it at the whisp. 

"I'm sure it will still hurt somewhat," Arthur said menacingly. 

The whisp sighed, "Just like that non-threatening dagger, you're quite dull. Why I had to get a dull master like you, I'll never know."

Arthur's brows raised, "Wait, what? Master?" 

"Oh look, he can listen," The whisp floated backward, and seemed to be looking around the room. "Yes. Unfortunately, you are my master."

"How am I—" Arthur's eyes widened, before his head snapped down, and he looked at the necklace around his neck. "The Memory."

"Maybe you're not as dumb as you look," The whisp said, as it floated over to a picture. "Damn, who is this hot piece?"

Arthur's gaze snapped to the picture he was looking at, and he saw it was a family portrait. "Hey," Arthur snapped, and walked over to the picture. He grabbed the photo and laid it down before glaring at the whisp, "Don't talk about my mom like that."

"That was your mom?" The whisp said, with disbelief. "Damn, your dad is lucky." 

Arthur narrowed his eyes on the whisp, "How exactly can you talk, anyway?"

The whisp began to float around, continuing to examine its surroundings, "I'm contained within the Memory around your neck. One of the enchantments is [Sentience]." He glanced at Arthur, "I hope that is self-explanatory?"

Arthur scoffed, "I'm not an idiot."

The whisp glanced at the dagger in Arthur's hand, "Uh-huh." The whisp met Arthur's gaze, "So what do I call my dull master?" 

Arthur raised a brow, "You first."

"Not very friendly, are we?" The whisp stated. 

"Says the one who just appeared in my room," Arthur said.