Sitting bolt upright in a cold sweat, he whips around in a panic as he looks for the Apocryphos?? For Shouto?? And just finds...
...their bed?
Home. Perfectly normal and quiet, like waking from a bad dream. It even smells exactly how it should. The whisper of the stream swollen with spring rains is the same soothing white noise it was when they fell asleep. It's almost uncanny, and the panic still feels too real for it to feel real yet. ...But there's no Timcanpy in sight. No Kizu. And, though he hasn't noticed it yet... his left arm is entirely missing below the bicep, pajama sleeve hanging empty.
Except Allen barely processes any of it and twists immediately to who should be beside him in a surge of sudden, even greater panic. ]
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Sitting bolt upright in a cold sweat, he whips around in a panic as he looks for the Apocryphos?? For Shouto?? And just finds...
...their bed?
Home. Perfectly normal and quiet, like waking from a bad dream. It even smells exactly how it should. The whisper of the stream swollen with spring rains is the same soothing white noise it was when they fell asleep. It's almost uncanny, and the panic still feels too real for it to feel real yet. ...But there's no Timcanpy in sight. No Kizu. And, though he hasn't noticed it yet... his left arm is entirely missing below the bicep, pajama sleeve hanging empty.
Except Allen barely processes any of it and twists immediately to who should be beside him in a surge of sudden, even greater panic. ]
Shouto?! Shouto!