Right?" He whispers as a gentle yet cold hand is placed on his upper back. When the finger was removed Fundy gave his grandmother a questioning look. "Let's step out for a moment and…and I'll explain everything." "You gotta help me! I'm having a nightmare an-and I can't wake up an-and-!"īefore Fundy could continue, the woman gently placed a finger against his lips. "Grandma!" He smiles, quickly stepping closer. Jumping, the fox hybrid turned to see Kristen standing by the door with a sad look on her face. I just gotta find the caravan th-then I can hug Yogurt an-and go to…to Quackity and-" "It's just a nightmare, it's just a nightmare. "Ok, ok…" Fundy whispered to himself, his hands making their way to his thick, curly, orange hair. Maybe the reason he didn't have a nightmare was because he was still asleep! Now he looked as skinny as a fucking twig and his cheeks were slightly sunken in instead of being the chubby ones he remembered!įundy could feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest as his hands hovered over his little brot-little cousin, but he didn't touch. Not even a fucking hour ago, Tommy looked skinny but still like he was being fed well. But now the younger male's pants were too long! They went right past the heel of his shoe! Not even an hour ago, Tommy's clothes fit him perfectly. Not even an hour ago, Tommy didn't have what looked like old sunburn scars on his neck that was slightly covered by his choker, small scars all over his face that Fundy knew that he, himself, had caused and possible ringworm scars on a bit of his visible collarbone. But now he had black lines crawling up his neck from under his shirt and seemingly down to his wrists from what he can see. Not even an hour ago, Tommy's skin was only marked with his usual scars, the one he got while wither skull hunting, the fire work, the neck scar he will not mention, excreta. Not even an hour ago, Tommy had semi long hair that stopped just below his shoulder blades but now it was stopped at just below his neck and seemed a bit patchy, almost like Nikis' not too long ago. Slowly moving off the couch he and Tommy had been laying on, he stands and backs up a few steps to take in everything. Two…why the fuck did Tommy look like that?! Granted he was only asleep for maybe an hour but he was still asleep. One, he couldn't believe he hadn't had a nightmare.
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