Summary : If Blocky were being honest , he would have expected some guy robbing him broke , so he came out with his bat and look here he is now !
Hopefully Woody's okay from that fall .
(A/N : another one exclusive to here !!!! . Kinda . so this is something I posted on AO3 , but I fixed up my spelling mistakes and added in some different stuff , and just generally fixed it up before posting . Tw for nightmares , minor injury (just some small mentions) and crying . Please enjoy !)
Heart pounding , tears treading down your face , hands trembling .
Woody felt quite pathetic right about now .
And it wasn't because he was crying or babbling utter nonsense or even the fact he could barely speak due to the tears streaming down his face ,
it was because Blocky was seeing every single second of it .
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If Blocky were being honest he would have hoped that the loud THUD from hearing Woody drop from his bed was a thief coming to steal all his possessions , NOT Woody falling off his bed from a nightmare .
Blocky trudges down the hall .
If he were being honest, he would have expected a robber in his house robbing him broke (not like people haven't walked in without permission before (cough cough PEN cough cough) , but still felt odd to hear it .)
His hands grip a red bat (he named it Gerald , just for a fun laugh) , holding it close to his chest in case of an event he needs to swing .
"If you're a thief I already know you're here ." He yells out (sort of ? it wasn't much of a yell , mostly just a loud statement) .
Crying .
"Oh shit –" Blocky mumbles under his breath (really , it was weird that a supposed robber had broken and entered into his house and then started bawling (not exactly bawling , more or less of just a sniffle here and there , like when you're a kid and you get hurt but aren't trying to cry) when Blocky called them out on it . But then again , he doesn't judge (at least , not out loud . very often) .
"Uhm - Shit , sorry if I hurt your feelings ??" He then says .
Blocky's eyes glance over to Woody's door .
" … Woody ?"
It feels like the air tenses for a moment , and the crying abruptly stops .
Blocky creeps towards the door , the floorboards creaking and squeaking as he walks . His hands shake , only slightly , and his grip on the bat loosens to where he's simply holding it to his side .
"Woody I'm coming in ." (He says it almost with no emotion , not that he meant to , but it just seemed to come out like that in the moment .)
Blocky puts his hand on the doorknob , twisting the knob and pushing the door open .
Woody mumbles out small incoherent things to himself, seemingly not noticing the door opening and Blocky walking in . Tears roll down his face as he tries to wipe them away with his sleeve .
"Woody ?"
The boy in question jolts , flinching and his shoulders tensing . He brings a sleeve to his eyes again and wipes away any tears .
"Hi – "
He takes a breath in . "Hi Blocky ."
Woody turns to face Blocky and tries to ignore the overwhelming feeling to let out a sob that got caught in his throat , instead opting to grip his arms tighter and putting on his best smile (which wasn't very good in the first place , but neither was his normal smile when he was nervous) .
Blocky walks closer and takes Woody's hand , leading him to the bed and sitting down . "Are you okay ? I heard –" Blocky bites his lip "– crying ."
Woody trembles at the mention . Was he really that loud ? At least Blocky never heard that scream .
"Yea –" He gets interrupted by a cough . "Yeah , yeah .. I'm . ffff ine ."
"Really ? You don't seem too good ." (Blocky didn't know why he didn't just outright say that there were in fact a few tears rolling down the other's face every once in a while , maybe he wanted to lay it gently down . Something odd really - he'd usually snarkily reply or point out the obvious in what could be taken in a ride way .)
Woody's face quickly falls into a frown . "It's fine , I'm fine ." He quickly shoves a wobbly smile on his (own) face in haste (and somehow , those statements of being fine were seemingly in more of an attempt to convince Woody himself that he was okay , instead of Blocky .)
Blocky brings a hand towards Woody , raising it to put it on the other's shoulder . "You sure ? Your eyes are red an -"
"It's fine , okay !?" Woody smacks Blocky's hand away harshly , a (mostly alarmed and fearful) look flashing on his face , before a guilty one takes its place .
" … Sorry ."
Blocky seems taken aback (mostly because the times people ever apologized to him were when he twisted their words around like an asshole and then forced them to say sorry , but that was back in BFDI .) , but gains his composure and puts an arm around Woody .
"Hey it's fine ! You're upset , I get that ." He bites his lip for a moment , hesitating to say what he wants to say next . "But really dude , if you're not good then you can tell me ."
Woody moves Blocky's arm away from him (Blocky feels a familiar feeling of a pit in his stomach growing) , and inches away . "Yeah yeah I'm …" , Woody takes a deep breath in (he's still trembling , and his breaths aren't even . Blocky can almost hear the other's pounding heart) ,
"I'm good . It was just a night - " (he pauses for a quick minute , stumbling and tripping over his woods , or maybe it was just hesitation) " - nightmare ."
Blocky crosses his arms and his brows furrow . Ouch , those always hurt . Nightmares were always scary , seemingly digging deep into the darkest corners of your mind and pulling out the most horrid things you never knew you feared , whether it be abandonment or the dark . (At least , that's how it always was for Blocky .)
He shifts in spot , leaning back a little bit to seem more casual (and oh God was he not feeling casual at all , he felt like giving as much comfort to Woody as he could , but that would be weird , and Blocky always knew that coming off as weird was never a good thing .)
"Do you want to talk about it ?" He finally settles on .
Woody simply nods , coming a little bit closer to Blocky and opening his mouth . "I was .. uhm . It was back in .. BFDI . And I was looking at everything that happened in the first episode from afar and -" Woody takes a breath in , words becoming more and more shaky and broken as time went on . "a - and I .. I was suddenly in the place of me but not ME ? yY - Y'know ? And then I got kicked by TD and I got so scared because I got kicked and I was flying and I got hit onto Rocky and suddenly I fell and Icouldn't see anything and itwas alldarkanditwasallsoscaryand —" His breaths are short and shallow , on the verge of hyperventilating , tears pricking at his eyes and it feels so bad it feels so bad why are you crying stop it stop it stop it stop it –
"Hey , hey ! It's okay , I'm here ." Blocky shifts towards the other , wrapping Woody in a hug .
And Woody breaks .
His hands clench fistfulls of Blocky's shirt , crying into his shoulder . His breaths are erratic and unstable , uneven . Tears would roll and pour down Woody's face , staining Blocky's (somehow comfortingly) dull - darkish red shirt (and he feels so stupid because it was just a nightmare and he shouldn't be crying over a nightmare and Blocky's staring at him all worried and now he's made Blocky worried and he's crying and he doesn't deserve any of this what did he ever do to deserve Blocky god -).
Woody grips onto Blocky tighter , hugging him close as if he lets go for only just a moment ; he'll immediately slip away . A sob bubbles in his throat as he chokes it out .
Blocky slowly slips a hand behind the other's back , patting Woody on the back and swaying him left to right gently . He mutters out sweet things to him , soft 'I'm here for you ,' and 'You'll be okay ,' echoing throughout Woody's mind .
More and more tears spill out from Woody , trying to just let it out instead of regaining his composure , and Blocky just comforts him . Unjudging and gentle , hugging him close .
Woody whimpers , hugging Blocky a bit looser than before , snaking his arms around Blocky and breathing heavily into his chest (he can hear the other's heart beat , and it reassures Woody that he's really there .)
"... You can sleep with me if you want ." Blocky lays his head on Woody's , keeping two arms around him loosely . Woody seems to be surprised by this , shifting in his seat and bringing his face out from Blocky's chest (Woody's face is all so smudged with tears but his eyes are still so pretty with that dreamlike dark brown and his hair is so nice and fluffy) .
"You sure ?.."
Blocky nods , gazing his face away from Woody . "Yeah , yeah ! Sure .. Here just - hive me a moment -" He let's go of Woody a bit more , laying down and pulling Woody down with him . Blocky hugs Woody closer , closing his eyes .)
"It's like … 4 AM , and I think you deserve to go to bed for a bit ." Blocky yawns , getting a bit closer to Woody .
He tries to ignore his face flushing (if it's from tears or something else , he can't tell .) "Yeah .. yeah ! Sure .." Woody closes his eyes , and the last thing he sees is his favorite person's red hair obscuring his field of view .
And maybe for once , he won't have nightmares .