How many minutes has it passed since their initial argument? God. Another one. Usually, Mika would be desensitized to it by now- but it still hurt to be reminded what a fuck up he is. All he does it try and work to leave, but... where would he go? He doesn't know the world. He's sheltered. Dammit. Their body leans up against their bed on the carpeted floor. Their gaze motionless. Numb. Body curled into a ball. Screaming. Fighting. Name calling. A battle he zoned out of each time. They don't even register their little buddy they collected a week ago. Oh. Right.

The Gem would lazily open and close her eyes one at a time. Clearly, she was displaying signs of tiredness. Black Star swore she had heard the canine babble something. That.. was his mouth moving, right? She would raise both hands up to rub her eyes, hoping that doing so would help her wake up.

Her vision was starting to clear up. No, that had not been Courage's mouth moving. Black Star would slowly raise her head to look above Courage's, seeing the cloud with crayon-based drawings move inside. "That's uh.. a sheep an' a.." fluttering her eyes, Black Star finally able to register all of the details Courage was trying to visualize for her.

A far cry from the four-legged scuttling around , second by it's eagerness . Not for capture but , comfort to her trembling form as she'd been running on pure adrenaline the last several hours . Hands , hesitant at first move beyond her tattered pants watching the creature draw near despite it's wobbly steps . Nubby paws , dirty from years of who knows what are met with soft flesh .

Anybody who comes into this lab that isn't him, meets a fate most cruel and unfair, and maybe even he'd called it grim!

Again and again he hears the voices; secluded on this island, away from where people were born and grew, he hadn't seen an actual child in...decades. It rattles his already rayed nerves, makes him irritable.

So it must be something else! Some apparition or mimicry. Angelique's wretched by-products, growing weary of eating janitors in the swamp, come to pester him instead.

"And if it turns out you are as solid as I, I'll bolt you down on one of my work tables!" And then, my dears, you'll die.

"I know you wanted them dearly, my love, and I did too," he says to his wife, floating as she had for months, "but perhaps children would have been beyond us."

she...very carefully sets a big ole gloved hand on the top of bubble. any more pressure, any sort of grip, will result in the poor dear popping. She has no idea if he feels pain or discomfort or even just irritation at having to re-spawn, but she avoids it all the same.

She gives a gentle, fond huff through a nose she doesn't have. "Hello, dear. What's gotten into you today?"

"Come on! We need you! I need you!" The rabbit plush continued to cry out, trying to wake up the Reaper. She would shake his side with tiny dark green hands. Hoppy's voice carried an uncharacteristic desperation that was not like her. "Get up Poppy's Angel!"

Green rabbit would huff and pout, then plop herself back down on the cold ground. Her long ears twitching as she waited anxiously for the other to give her some sign of life. Then she heard a gasp for air. Hoppy jolted back up onto her feet, eyes wide as she watches him. 'He's awake!' Thought the toy, disregarding personal space and climbing on top of the Reaper's chest, laying an ear down to listen for a heart beat. Upon hearing one, the rabbit smirked and slid off his body.