Fireworks. Static and Schneep. (Static is absolutely terrified of fireworks)
Static is @phantomspirit14 ‘s dark persona, and Artza is a cat from the rps.
The first firework went off and Schneep immediately knew he’d made a mistake.
“Oh oh-” he floundered, unsure how to help, what to do to quell the quivering of her bottom lip, the tears gathering in her eyes. “Is okay, is okay- they are just fireworks, they can not hurt you.”
His words didn’t do much, unfortunately, as Static burst into horribly loud body wracking sobs not a moment later. She flinched at each consecutive boom in the sky, huddling by Schneep’s leg as the light flashed around them and people cheered.
“Is okay, is okay- shhhh, shhhhh.”
Static wasn’t any ordinary child, but Schneep’s father instincts were kicking in. He bent down and scooped the little dark into his arms, turning on his heel to head back inside. The doors muffled the sound, but the big glass windows continued to shake, and so did Static. He bounced her on his hip, rubbing her back while she wrapped her arms around his neck tightly.
“To-t-t-t-too loud,” the dark whined.
“I know, I know, I am sorry, I should not have brought you outside without a warning. We will stay inside, away from the fireworks, I promise.”
Static didn’t respond, so Schneep just found a seat and cradled her in his arms, allowing her to cry on his sweater. He thought she’d calm down eventually like his child had, but Static only got more and more upset as time went on. She was exhausted, but no further to settling down than before.
One of the fireworks exploded outside, forming the bright green image of a cat face, and Schneep got an idea.
“There is someone else who does not like fireworks,” Schneep began, standing up carefully and crossing to the stairs. “I think she would like some company.”
“Is a surprise, you will see.”
They stopped at Schneep’s bedroom door, where it was significantly quieter. He slipped in carefully, quick to close the door behind him before his mischievous pet tried to escape. The windows still rattled, but Schneep had taken the precaution to reinforce them earlier.
Static lifted her head, looking around curiously while sniffling and rubbing her eyes. She didn’t see anyone, what was Sheep talking abou-
“She is probably hiding, we can wait for her to come out.”
Static refused to let go of Schneep, and the doctor didn’t mind, just turning to lay on his side on his bed so that Static would be on the covers and more comfortable. Minutes passed, the septic softly humming to himself while he waited, and Static only stewing in her confusion.
A sudden mew brought her attention to the side of the bed, and then a weight over her head on the pillow.
“Yes, Artza does not like fireworks either. Too loud for her, so she hides.”
Artza, emboldened by the presence of the two, crawled between them and hunkered down, her face peeking out from under the sheets. Static found herself giggling, and Schneep knew they would be okay.