"Pssst Arthur!"
Arthur rolled over in his bed.
"Psssstttt!"
It was louder this time.
Arthur furrowed his eyebrows, and mumbled something.
"Psssst Arthur!!!"
This time the voice was next to the bed.
Arthur groaned and pulled the covers over his head.
He could feel something crawl over the bed, and promptly sit on his chest.
"PSSSTT ARTHUUUR!"
Arthur drew down the covers, only to be face to face with two wide, bright blue eyes.
"Alfred! Wha-"
The bright blue eyes were filled with tears.
Arthur sat up now, moving the little colony to his lap.
"What's wrong?"
Arthur's voice was gentle.
"I had a bad dream."
Alfred whimpered into Arthur's nightshirt.
Arthur smiled.
"What happened in your dream?"
Alfred sat back now, eye's wide.
"There were these huge-"
He spread his little arms out as wide as he could.
"huge men with red skin, and they had weird paint on their faces! They were chasing me around and around with knives and stuff! It was so scary, but then I woke up."
He took a deep breath, feeling proud of his story.
"Well, you won't have to worry anymore about those men. As long as you're with me, you're safe."
Alfred looked up at him, eye's shining..
"Really? So next time they come, you'll shoot them all in the face?"
Arthur laughed
"Yeah, something like that."