An: JESUS CHIRST ITS BEEN THREE MONTHS OH GOD- I feel bad for making you all wait so long... I am working on the next chapter after this and I hope to have it released at some point in November so please look forward to that. Anyways this chapters fanart was created by ahdragonrider@gmail.com! I love the colors and the CHOATIC energy!
Suits were hung up in the sky and held there by a precarious string, spinning softly in a circle. Dark blacked out spade eyes were tired and unseeing. His mouth was wide open with his blue tongue sticking out. A blanket covered in bicycles swaddles the small being.
So... This is the King's son... Lancer.
You squint your eyes. Is he? The heavy helmet covering your face did impair your vision- But you were pretty sure that you could trust what your bad sight... And from what you could make out...
He's so cute!
It's almost enough to make up for the Ace of Spades being so rude when directing you to the spades bedroom. If looks could kill you, that Ace would have to hide your dust.
This beautiful treasure was held in a black cradle. A black cradle that the child had turned into his own masterpiece; Taped haphazardly all around the outside was hand drawn flames done in crayon. A small grin forms on your face. Awwww! Your face beams at the decorations.
Coloring... God, this is making you have flashbacks to Frisk. When they were younger, drawing pictures that illustrated the scene that you would read to them, then they would stack them together and say that they had given the boring books pictures.
Frisk... A soft sigh falls from your mouth as you scratch the back of your head. While this reminds you of them, this isn't the same child. You were forced to take this job by the King. This was against your will. You can't let the cuteness destroy that fact.
"Finally... The water beetle annoyest thou no longer..." A dark blue hand grabs the top of the cradle, as the tall slim menace drags himself up from behind the crib. Your mouth goes slightly ajar as your eyebrows furrow. His tangled up hair and sweaty face was complimented by a roll of toilet paper casually draped across his body, wrapping around him like he was pretending to be a mummy.
Your mouth curves upward at the mess in front of you. The darkner that, before now, seemed so high and mighty having hundreds of adoring fans for his good looks... being in such an embarrassing position is cathartic. You hold an open palm up to your lips, trying to muffle the chuckle that emerged.
The tired creature scowled as he grabbed the paper sheets tearing them and let the scraps fall onto the floor. "Oh, doth think thinest worthy of chortle?" Mischievousness fills your gaze as you nod your head softly. "Only a little bit."
Blue hands claws at his tangled up body, ripping the costume straight off of himself. His signature slasher smile emerges from the depths with a twinkle. "We shallest see who will have the last laugh. Doth will soon find thyself in a much more..." He winks at you in a way that felt rehearsed. "Troublesome situation."
You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over top of eachother. You swear with how dramatic he said that lighting should have struck in the distance, while he manically laughed at you. "Look, I might not look like it but I am really good with kids." You lean against the wall behind you, casually looking back over to the sleeping toddler.
Rouxls grabs the toilet paper on his leg, forcing his leg upwords to reach the trash on his lower calf. "Ah ha!" He tears his eyes away from his task, pointing his finger directly at you. "Thinest hubris is your undoing!" The cocky smile on his face made you want nothing more than to punch his teeth out so he could never look at you with that smugness again.
That disgusting look soon changed. The only leg still on the floor wibbled before tripping over.. Panic flashed on his face. Quickly, he threw his lifted leg back down to the ground but it was all in vain. Both of his legs parted to create a split and slid further and further from one another. His butt hit the ground with a loud bang.
Small shocked pupils stared back into yours before a familiar smug devil smile crept back on the idiots face. The model-like darkener cups his chin with his hand."Doth can see that I am one of much skills and grandness! Without such the water beetle will consume thine from head to toe!" He yelled without a second thought.
Your eyes widen at him as your mouth falls. You lift your finger up to your mouth before quickly shushing him. "What are you doing-?" Passes through your mouth in between your clenched teeth. "Do you want him to wake up?"
Without even an acknowledgement of your concerns. The blue darkner places his hands on the floor and gets back up, the paper still clinging onto the bottom of his legs. "Do you take me to be a bumbling worm? Whom gavest thou the authority to dictate how to do my work?" He crosses his arms and tilts his chin up to the ceiling. "Pitiful that thine wouldest be my substitution!"
You wince at his still booming tone. How in the hell hasn't that kid woken up yet? "Look I get it. You don't like this situation. I don't like it as well." You glance over to the child. He was still as a statue, his tongue out and proud. You didn't know how much longer he would stay like that with Kaard around."-but anyone with half a brain should know that you shouldn't yell around a sleeping child."
A dramatic gasp flies out of the pretty boy's mouth. "Thine does believe that thyself hast all the answers-" His eyes shaped at you as a deep frown carved through his handsome features. He places his hand in the middle of his chest."Truly then you hast no need for any assistance from mineself!"
You let out a loud sigh as you slap the middle of your forehead. This guy just likes starting drama doesn't he. "It's common sense dude. Don't act like this is some grand revelation." You step towards the infant, staring down at his face. You wish you could get a better look at him but your helmet makes everything look just a tad distorted. "Anyways- are you going to tell me his routine-"
"Geh ha ha! Mine was not fibbing worm! You hast earned yourself the troublesome water beetle all to thineself!"
Your mouth dropped open as your head sprung back to him. Confusion wars on your features. "Rouxls, you can't be serious." You didn't like the guy before but this is a whole new level of petty. Was he on a power trip or something?
A cruel smile fills his face as he looks down at you, delighting in the look on your face."I willest be back whence the water beetle needest feed." He winks and a window shatters in your mind. You can feel the blood rush to your fists. He was going to leave the King's son in a room with someone... a mere stranger. But no, his bruised ego was more important to him than this kid's safety.
The anger boiling inside spilled out of you. "If you leave I swear to the angel that I will-!" Bright light shoots directly into your cornea. You hiss clenching your helmet, covering up the holes that allowed the cursed light to blind you. That narcissistic diva!
You have no doubt in your mind that he decided to teleport in the middle of your sentence just to piss you off even more. Blood trickled down from your bitten gums.
You clench the helmet on your head, molding your fingers into it as you bent the metal it was made out of. How many punches would it take to turn that bimbo into a fine mist of blood and dust? Probably only one. You could kill him so easily...
Without a thought, you pulled that disgusting thing off of your head and tossed it onto the floor, not caring at all about the loud clank flying in the atmosphere.
How dare he? Who does he think he is? He's supposed to be your partner! Tears threaten to enter your raging gaze. He didn't even hold a candle to... Rudinn...
You take in a deep breath, forcing your hands back up to your face. A switch flipped in your head. The anger turning into sorrow. No, no- Stop. You can't... You can't break down right now.
One... You wrap your arms around yourself.
Two... Your back rubs against the cradle as you fall down to the floor.
Three... You exhale out the stress in your mind.
Calm. You are calm. You have survived much worse before. You have a child right behind you that needs you to be sane and take care of him. You are strong enough to do this.
You slowly stand back up forcing a reassured smile on your face. You would do it for him. You turn around.
Your skin turns a pure white. A shiver courses through your whole form. "L-lancer...?" The baby that you swore that you saw there had crude stitch marks down its whole body as stuffing came out of the badly sewn doll.
Hot breath rapidly escapes your mouth. Where was the baby? Y-you saw him he was right here! Although- you were wearing that helmet. Did that make this thing look like a real infant? W-was this always here?
Sweaty palms rip the doll away from the cradle. This doll was sitting in the exact same position you saw the child in when you got here. Your fingers touched something different in the back, something that felt like paper. You quickly turn the doll around.
It was a picture. A very poorly drawn picture. A small blue thing was hiding underneath a table as a question mark was standing next to it. The top of the paper had "Pluy Hid and sek" Written across it. An arrow pointed to the question mark. "Uew fwend."
A lump forms in your throat. Hide and seek? You're supposed to be watching him and- he's already gone. You have no idea where he could even be... You could feel it deep in your gut. The doll was always in here. Lancer has been long gone for a while now... Which means...
He could be anywhere.