Darkness. It covered him like some..strange blanket, it made his nightmares worse though. The flashes of memories..memories when Patch had control..bloody gruesome things that left Fluffy shaken.
Today the dark male felt worse than he had in a long while..Patch's little 'outings' left Fluffy worn and, often he couldn't even muster the strength to get back to his little cave.
The cave didn't have much in it..nothing like the 'homes' some noodles lived in, no he only had a few blankets and a book or two to keep him company. Inviting others into the cave could end so terribly; if he made a friend would he be able to live with himself should Patch end their life for a scrap of fur?
No no no.
Whimpering, wincing he rolled back beneath the soft blankets, his mind drifting idly to the male he had met just a short week ago. Eekayji. Heaving a soft little sigh he continued to simply lay there, uncaring of the blood that still dripped from his claws or, the new bit of fur sewn so carefully onto his shoulder.
Patch had to have someone's help, surely he couldn't have sewn it on himself? That had been one thing Fluffy actually wanted to know from his 'other half.' Sadly Patch did not speak to him, no they were like two separate beings clashing in one torn battered body.
