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It’s cold as the plain desert can be at night. The sand always found a way into the soles of his shoes. Enough to make him want to destroy the idea of sand itself and abandon his shoes, but the idea of scorpions and bugs deciding to bite him was enough to keep the sand filled boots on for the time being.
He didn’t understand why he left, how he left anyway, he shouldn’t have left. He watched everyone, even himself...
So how did he leave him so easily?
He didn’t want to think about it, after everyone had been on his side…
George was especially mad at him, but he was a bit more mad at himself for he lost the smaller man. George’s crown kept slipping from the top of his head as he ran in circles on and on about where their adored fox went. Until Dream, like the great person he is, found out where after sneaking around Ranboo and Niki— two close friends of Fundy.
“You have to find him.” Dream knew that, he nodded.
“He has to stay here... I don’t..” George stopped and tensed, holding his arms around himself. Dream wanted to hug him, but he knew it was his fault too.. that Fundy was gone.
When he saw the small shaky house upon the desert land there was more than a leap in his heart when it saw the house glowing from the inside.
…
Fundy had to clean Batry’s latest mess in the upstairs room, he felt his eyes grow tired and his eyelids were heavy as he sat with the small wet rag under his paws.
Moving shouldn’t be this hard, but dealing with Quackity’s stupid house was much more horrid for him to stay there. Not to mention…
No.
He shook his head,
He doesn’t want to ever talk about that man again. After what he’d done to him… he doesn’t want to think about him. He lets go of the rag, leaving it on the floor before Batry continues their mess from the first floor. He gets up and grabs the smelly rag and heads downstairs, brows knitted closely together as he descends the steps.
The glass jar was shattered in the kitchen, his father’s blue slowly poured itself evenly onto the floor. He disciplined Batry and picked up the blue. The soft melty material slowly changed its shape to try and flow through Fundy’s hands. He picked it up in a cupping motion and purposely ignored the blue’s hue becoming darker as he moved it into the kitchen sink.
He’s getting sick of Batry’s messes. Batry doesn’t do this so much, but maybe they need to be let out again? He watched the bat slowly rest in the corner of the room, settling in for the night. Fundy sighed and only held a small cloth-- Batry’s blanket and wrapped it around Batry, who seemed to nuzzle into the cloth.
“You’re so lucky you’re cute.” Fundy mumbled. He went back to fix the jar, before he gave up when he realized too many pieces were broken into unfixable pieces, and just cleaned it up from the floor and threw it away. He doesn’t want to deal with cutting his paws again. It’s hard enough to find the shards in his fur there anyways.
He saw the moon start to stop heavy in the sky, his eyes begging him to close them and sleep on the kitchen floor. He wouldn’t think he’d be sleeping tonight, with the glass shards not to be sweeped up and the blue contained. He has to fix the shelf upstairs and the sink tomorrow, not to mention clean the house so Ranboo and Niki visit him and don’t worry about the whiskey bottles he left on the floor last week. He has too much to do to sleep….
He didn’t know he’d be sleeping earlier than he thought tonight.