RP Prompt: Quote:
Oh no! Your Nightmare has lost something that is very dear them! What have they lost, and how do they react?
He didn’t know where he put it. Panic gripped his heart as he tore up the college dorm that he resided. His roommate wasn’t going to be happy. But this was important.
It was an old thing, his first music player. But… he treasured it with all his heart. Besides clothes and a stuffed animal given to all academy students who didn’t possess one, that had been his first personal gift. Everything else had been standard. The music player had been given specifically for him, because the caretaker cared.
He would have never misplaced it. He knew this. But… he couldn’t find it. Swallowing the ball forming in his throat, he ran another careful eye over the now tossed room. No, his roommate was not going to be happy. But at the moment, Yule didn’t really care.
Sitting down on a chair near the desk, he placed his elbows on his knees, forehead in his hands. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to recall when it was the last place he saw it. The thing is… he always placed it back in the desk. Always. It was far too precious for him to just lose.
He squeezed his eyes shut further as tears of frustration threatened to spring into his eyes. He would
not cry. He couldn’t cry. Sitting up stubbornly, he took another glance around the room before getting up. He would go through the room once more before moving on to somewhere else to look.
So, after tearing the room apart and putting things back as he finished looking at a spot, he came up with nothing. Growling and chewing a claw, he stalked to the door, leaving the dorm behind. He checked the cafeteria. He checked the library. He even peeked into the different classrooms he went to. Finally, he checked the bench outside and the tree he lounged under on nicer days. Nothing, nothing, nothing. Hopelessness swelled inside him as he left the Lost and Found, still not coming up with anything.
Someone had to have found it and didn’t plan on returning it. It was the only plausible conclusion. Which meant… he would never be able to find his music player again. He refused to cry still, though he bit his lip until it bled. He wouldn’t cry.
Oh hell, when he got to the dorm, he’d probably wail.
Pushing the door open and rushing in before the dam broke, his vision swam. Moving over to his bed to soak in his sorrow, he nearly plopped to bury his face in the pillow when he finally saw it. His music player. On the desk that he checked over and over again.
Frowning with a small sniffle, he got off the bed and moved over to the desk. There was a stickynote attached.
Borrowed it for class, thanks! <3 Eyes widening, he stared at the note… before crumbling it up and writing down a warning against taking the device again. Sticking it to the desk, he snatched up his music player, moving to the bed to curl up with it. Immediately, he pulled on the headphones and drifted to the nostalgic and calming music, exhausted after the panic of losing his precious item.