One of tiny Simon's comfort is a blue star themed blankie he can't seperate with. How does cg! Wilford and cg! Dark comfort him if he loses his blankie or if needs washing? ✨️
A short agere fic by me because I wanted to!!!
Simon and his blankie were almost as inseparable as Wilford and Darkiplier. Blankie went everywhere with Simon, either tucked into the crook of his arm or wrapped around his broad shoulders in an effort to keep himself calm. Blankie’s edges were beginning to go threadbare and its stars were losing a bit of color, but Simon loved the thing.
So much so, that when dropped into a large mud puddle, Simon continued to carry it around despite everything else. Dark and Wilford shared a quick look, as if mentally arguing over who would be the one to tell Simon that Blankie had to get a bath.
“Simon, sweetheart,” Dark said gently, “blankie needs a bath, just like you do when you play in the mud too much.”
Simon’s bottom lip began to warble at the mention of Blankie having to go into the bath.
“No, pup, there’s no need to cry, Blankie will be alright, right Wilford?”
“Of course it will!” Wilford exclaimed, “Blankie is a very very brave piece of fabric, and it might even love to have a bath! You don’t like being icky, do you?”
Simon shook his head, eyes still wide and afraid.
“Do you want to sit and watch Blankie take its bath? It might be a bit less scary with some company.” Dark encouraged, putting a hand on Simon’s back and rubbing gently.
Simon looked up to Dark and Wilford with watery eyes.
“…washer not gonna eat Blankie?”
“Of course not, dear boy, washers don’t eat blankies! They eat papa’s and mama’s socks, blankies are much too fearsome for a washer to try and eat!” He joked. Simon giggled softly.
“Can I watch?” he asked quietly. Wilford smiled cheerily, and Dark gave Simon a little kiss on the forehead.
“Of course, little one, you can sit with Blankie while it’s in the wash.”
Simon sat at stared at the washer as his Blankie tumbled, and then sat for even long as it tumbled in the dryer. By the time it had finished, Simon’s head was lulling, held up only by the side of the dryer as sleep threatened to take him. Wilford entered the laundry room to the sight, and smiled as he wrapped the warm blanket around Simon and carried him to his room for a nap.
