whAT TGE FRICK (A Spinoff of The Rain's Sentinel)

Chapter 3

 Does anyone have an ideas for a decent name for this story?

    You were sleeping soundly under the couch, curled up tightly to keep warm. Francis had offered you many other places to sleep before he himself had gone to bed, but you had refused and crawled under the couch before he could insist upon anything. He didn't need to fuss over you any more than necessary.

  Your dreaming was interrupted, however, by a loud boom! from outside. Your head snapped up to attention, smacking against the bottom of the couch very hard. With a snort you wiggled out from under the couch and padded over to the sliding glass door. The clouds were dark grey, and rain pounded against the grass and window with intensity. Another loud crack of thunder made you spring into the air, and you whirled around to race back to the safety of the couch.

  Francis jolted awake at the sound of the thunder. "Damn." He muttered, looking out his window into the dark clouds. As more lighting struck in the distance, the blonde suddenly gasped and threw the blanket off of him before walking swiftly to the stairs. "(y/n)?" He said quietly as he walked down the steps. The living room was dark and silent, aside from the loud storming outside that occasionally lit up the room with lightning. Francis tip-toed over to the couch and lied down on the floor to peer under it. You were shivering silently, facing away from him."(y/n)?" He said quietly, reaching a hand under the couch and gently tapping you with his index finger. You whipped your head around to face him, (e/c) snake eyes fearful. "Do you not like thunder?" He said gently, taking his hand back. You continued to stare at him. "You don't have to sleep under the couch, you know." He continued, "You can come sleep on my bed."

    You began to shake your head, but at that moment lightning lit up the room with a loud crack! and you shot out from under the couch past Francis. "Where'd you go?" He muttered, rising to a sitting position and gazing around the room. You ran back from the darkness of the living room to bump into his flannel pajama pants. "There you are." He said, picking you up. You were still shivering as he gently put you on his shoulder. "You wanna sleep in my bed?" He said quietly. You headbutted his shoulder, making him smile. "I'll take that as a yes." He mumbled, standing up and beginning to wander back up the stairs. 

   Once he was back in his room, he set you on a pillow and lied down under the blankets. You promptly crawled under the pillow as the thunderstorm raged on. "Hey." Francis laughed at your tail, which stuck out from under the pillow. You lifted your head so you could look at him from under the pillow. The Frenchman just smiled and rolled over to grab his phone.

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Francis: I was unaware (y/n) was scared of thunder like you

Arthur: Oh God, i'm sorry. She didn't used to be.

Francis: It's okay haha

Francis: How are you holding up

Arthur: I'm fine. Sorry if she's freaking out.

Francis: She's pretty calm, actually. Just shaking.

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  Francis rolled onto his back and closed his eyes with a sigh. You watched him intently, still flinching when the thunder sounded from outside. Eventually the male's breathing seemed even, as if he was asleep. Slowly, you wiggled out from under the pillow and padded over to him. He didn't move. You sniffed his T-shirt. His eyes remained shut. Ever so slowly, you curled up on his shoulder and next to his warm neck. You didn't notice it, but the Frenchman's eyes opened and he glanced at you with a smile.

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   Francis awoke the next morning to you still curled up next to his head, making him smile. "Morning, sleepyhead." He said gently, reaching up and patting you with his hand. You lifted your head and headbutted his hand in acknowledgment, and he laughed and gently picked you up. "Breakfast time!" He said cheerily, carrying you down the stairs. Francis set you on the counter and opened the cupboard, taking out a can of the cat food he bought the previous day. "I still think this is below the standard you should be eating." He muttered as he grabbed a plate and dumped the can of substance onto it. You just mewed happily when he set it in front of you, taking a curious bite of it. "Does it taste like actual food?" He asked. When you continued to eat the goop without responding he pulled out his phone and snapped a photo

Francis: Good morning. She insisted on the cheapest food the pet store had, so i'm surprised she likes it...

He sent the photo.

Arthur: She's eaten horribly stale food before solely because she assumed it'd be an inconvenience not to, so i'm not surprised. 

Francis: Really?

Arthur: Yeah, she has a weird complex in her head where she can't be of any inconvenience whatsoever. 

  "(y/n), do you like the food?" Francis asked, crouching down so he was eye level with you on the counter. You looked up, snout covered in goop, and nodded. "Are you just saying you like it?" He asked. You narrowed your eyes at him and shook your head. "So you actually like the food?" He said seriously. You reached out a paw to tap his nose and meowed loudly. "I don't understand what that means." He said. You sighed and went back to eating.

Francis: I asked her if she was just pretending to like the food and she tapped my nose and meowed really loudly??

Francis: What is she trying to tell me

Arthur: Were you interrogating her?

Francis: A little.

Arthur: To be brutally honest, she was probably telling you to fuck off.

Francis: She's too precious and small to swear though!

Arthur: Have you never met her???? She's worse than me

Francis: Holy shit is that even possible