#ittybittydeadbeat

@ittybitty-deadbeat

Continuation of X

Shaggy ‘s shaking slowed to the point where at least the furniture wasn’t rattling above him anymore. He had been expecting some kind of angry demand for him to leave the house. At the very least he had expected it to find his terror amusing. Instead, a soft apology had made its way to his ears. 

Cautiously, the teenager poked his head out into the open. Now that he got a look at it, the ghost didn’t look all that scary. Maybe he could add this one to his short list of friendly ghosts. Maybe. 

“Uhhh…”

Oh lord, that caught Lewis off guard and he looked like a dear caught in head lights as the Deadbeat asked about the birds and the bees. His brain stalling and trying to think of how to answer this. He didn’t want this little sweet innocent baby knowing about this. 

“ARTHUR!! VIVI!! SPLATTER!! OUR CHILD HAS A QUESTION!!”

Kia couldn’t help but smile fondly, the little ghost did a lot of work over night and it showed. They really were trying to earn that money it seemed. 

Gently she opened the draw that Itty had decided to sleep in, digging in her bag and pulling out a small stuffed seal. Carefully placing it under the tiny specter’s arms before petting their head and leaning down to place a small kiss on their forehead. 

“You get some rest, sweetie.”

“Ooooo a haunted train tunnel sounds like a lot of fun! If there’s any possibility of a haunted train to whizz by then that’s an extra bonus!”

((of course not! itty belongs to everyone <3 so of course itty is one of his own as well!))

he’s fallen asleep before he’s even realized it. that’s what happens when you go over twenty - four hours without sleep and proper nutrition. he can’t help it. work is more important and when he really gets into it, he can’t break himself away from a productive cycle. 

his dreams have turned sour all of a sudden. he unconsciously tightly presses his lips together while his eyebrows furrow. he’s losing sensation in his left side ― no, he’s losing his left arm entirely. it’s disappearing in granules before his very eyes and even though he’s chasing after its crumbled remains, they’re too far ahead of him. he runs and runs until he bumps into ... lewis? he tries to open up his mouth to speak and call after his friend but his vocal cords have been eradicated. he swears he sees blood pooling out of lewis’ chest before he’s woken up by a fuzzy sensation draped around his shoulders.

his eyes burn and are his cheeks wet? he blinks repeatedly but his vision is blurred from residual tears. his heart rate slows once he realizes it was a dream ― a weird, crazy one but a dream all the same. he draws in a deep breath, trying to further relax himself. he doesn’t remember putting a blanket on him and he doesn’t look around to see if anyone’s nearby. instead, he allows his heavy eyelids to droop. he begins to feel something at his head, followed by a soothing hum but he’s too tired to question it. he can’t explain it but he feels ... taken care of.