I groaned as I woke up on something hard. It felt like I slept on a fucking bench. Opening my eyes and sitting up, I found that I did sleep on a bench in some park. I threw my legs over the side of the bench so that I could sit properly and took stock of my situation… and promptly saw some kind of fairy dragon thing sleeping on the back of the bench.
The dragon-fairy thing was a blue color, with no legs. Instead it had two long arms with two large, fairy like wings connecting from the shoulders. The wings were kinda like if a fish's fins were rounded, had some bits longer than others. It's tail had two long light green kinda vine-ish bits at the end that were honestly half of it's length… which wasn't much at all.
It's hair was more a cyan color and went down to it's shoulders at least, and considering it's neck was really long that meant it had a lot of hair. It's arms were almost as long as it's body and had actual hands, so if this wasn't like this before it'd probably be able to get around with those before it found out how to fly.
Done with mentally describing what was mostly a forcefully injected crack hallucination, not that I'd know anyway I didn't fucking touch the stuff, I looked at myself. I was wearing black nike sneakers over black socks, had some dark grey cargo pants on with plenty of pockets and wore a lighter grey t-shirt. I looked ready to rob a motherfucker.
Reaching up, I moved my hair a little to check on it, still black, and was startled by the most squeaky voice I'd ever heard. It sounded like Minnie Mouse on helium. "Uh, wha- WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY VOICE?!" Something behind me, likely the little dragon thing, shouted out in surprise.
The dragon thing was getting off balance fast, so I reached out and scooped the thing up, cradling it in my arms. Not like it needed the space, it was so fucking small. "What the fuck? It's a giant!" The dragon said as it looked up at me. "Wait… Daddy, is that you?"
Yep. That was Night alright. Nobody else called me that, it being a inside joke due to a couple of fics we'd worked on together and mine had always been the fatherly responsable one… maybe we should do a Asgore Asriel/Chara thing sometime? Thoughts for later. Also thoughts for if we even can once we figure out where we are.
"Yeah, sweetie," I replied with a chuckle. "Though for the sake of talking with others we should probably use an actual name for me," I added with a frown. I didn't want to use my real one, didn't know if I was in a fic of the fan variety or not.
The little dragon hummed a bit. "How about I just call you 'The R', since you always seem to use R names in fanfics?" The little adorable dragon suggested. Mulling it over in my head a bit, I nodded. It was good enough for now.
"Sure," I replied with a nod. At that moment, there was a groaning sound that went through the air. It wasn't a pleasurable one, more like a groan of the undead… oh, crap. Turning to the source, I saw three walking corpses, likely attracted by Nights screaming like a little squeaky voiced girl on three tanks of helium.
Cursing to myself I quickly lifted Night to my shoulder. "Hold on!" I ordered quickly as I turned and ran the fuck away from the three undead. I had no weapons on me, fuck that noise. I felt him wrap around my neck with his little dragon self and jogged a bit. I didn't want to outright sprint, that'd just make me easy pickings.
Running past the sign at the entrance of the park and not caring for it's name, I saw undead practically everywhere. I made sure to be as quiet as possible as I snuck around them, going into a random store. When I got inside it looked to be some kinda one-stop shop kinda place, with a little of everything.
Looking around, I was surprised the place hadn't been looted already, but then thought that it likely never got the chance to be with all the undead outside and no time to do so. I don't think there was even anyone in here and the door just wasn't locked before the apocalypse started.
Going to the front of the store real quick, I closed the shutters for the windows and the door. They were the metal kind that were segmented so I could still see outside, but nothing was getting in here without some form of super strength. Feeling the little fairy-dragon still clinging to me, I smiled in relief.
"C'mon, we're safe for now. You can let go," I said gently, rubbing the little dragons back a little, trying to keep the dragon calm. It wasn't working.
"T-those were z-z-zombies, literal fucking z-zombies!" The dragon squeaked in a panicky voice, which only made his helium tank count go up to five. "W-what kinda s-shit have we g-gotten ourselves into!?"
I noticed some light objects in the store start floating around. "No reason to panic," I assured him gently as I rubbed his back more. "Look around."
He did so, still a little panicked and noticed the stuff. His panic faded, and with it the objects fell to the floor. Some crinkled when they fell and others crashed a bit, but thankfully the glass was enough to stop any undead outside from hearing us.
"D-do I have m-magic?!" Night asked in excitement.
"Yes, as it appears to be. Weak ass magic, because you lifted like five light things there, but it's a start," I said as I smirked down at him. "Who's my adowable widdle dwagon? You are, yes you are!" The glare I got in return for this could melt super-pluto… which would just be a regular planet. But ice. It was also incredibly adowable.
I chuckled. "That adorable little glare will scare noone," I commented to the little dragon as I looked around for some kinda backpack.
The glare doubled… in adorableness. "If you're not careful when I learn how I'll turn you into undead bait!" He warned in his squeaky voice, removing all threatening aspects of it immediately.
"Say that with less helium, I might get a little spooked," I replied with a teasing grin on my face, walking over to two things. One was a sash, to carry him in, and the other a backpack that was black and seemed to be on the larger size. I looked to where the dragon was on my shoulder and saw him trying, and failing, to blow fire.
What he managed instead was the most adorable sparkles. "You are the most adorable," I commented as I pet him. The dragon curled up a bit on me and pouted adorably. "Stop pouting and help me get supplies."
He pouted more. "No! You're a meanie!" He shouted and then instantly a look of regret was on his face and in his light pink sparkling eyes when he realised how cute that was. "I immediately regret my decision." '
Snickering a little, I set him in the sash. "Well you go ahead and be adorable there then, I'll get us food and stuff," I replied. I walked up and down the aisles, getting a bunch of food first. I mostly got canned stuff that didn't require cooking, mostly spam and stuff like that.
When we got to some knives however, I had a thought. Me and Night had been working on something last night, and if I was right… I tried willing the knife to float. It took a moment, before it did. It seemed a little harder to control than it should be.
The little dragon looked fascinated as I lifted the knife with my will alone. "Well, we are now significantly better off," I commented with a grin. If I was right, all I needed to do was learn how to summon them.
Night looked at up at me in awe, before banging his head on my chest muttering 'stupid' to himself. "Remember where that's from?" I asked in bemusement as I looked around, will more knives to my side. Chara, eat your heart out.
After coming to his senses, Night shook his head. "Okay, I can make paint stuff, I can reverse whatever I do with these powers, I can restore stuff, and I'm magical… and also tiny as all living hell," He mumbled to himself.
"Well, we got pretty much all I can carry in terms of ammo, guns, foods and stuff. Now let's try to find some method of transportation… actually…" I looked down at the blades, having an idea. I pulled four to myself before tying them around my upper arms and thighs, making sure the rope that was in the store was on tight.
With that I went outside, and tried willing the blades up. It was even slower than before, taking a whole five seconds before I was lifted up into the air. "I believe I can fly~" I said in a sing song voice, getting my ten other assorted blades into the pack before lifting me out of zombie reach. Now where to head to…
"Where should we go now?" I asked the adorable little dragon that I was carrying with me as I flew.
"Disneyland," The dragon replied in the most squeeky of deadpan voices. I rolled my eyes at this, before just heading in a direction and hoping we'd find something decent.
