He felt the ax against his neck. It went back before coming back chopping his head off. He knew that was what happened because he sat on a pile of rocks as a spirit forced to watch his death over and over again. He still felt the pain as he watched his body fall down to the ground and his head rolls a little far away from his decapitated body.
"Peepers..."
Hater. The name of his boss makes the watchdog spirit tear up. He didn't see Hater run up to his corpse, he didn't see Hater anywhere. So why was he hearing his boss's voice?
"Peepers...buddy..."
Peepers struggled to get rid of the lump that was stuck in his throat. "Sir?"
"Commander Peepers! Wake up right now!"
Peepers wanted to wake up. He wanted to wake up for Hater. He wanted to, he really wanted to wake up for his best friend. But he couldn't. And he would never be able again.
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"PEEPERS!"
This time it was a scream. And this time Peepers opened his eye and blinked his blurry vision away. He turned to face his boss who was kneeled down next to Peepers's bed. It took a while for the commander of the Hater Empire to actually realize that he was in his bed and room. Peepers was picked up and soon found himself in his boss's arms.
"Sir?" Peepers asked.
Realizing that his commander was awake, Hater brought Peepers even closer. Peepers felt something wet drop onto his head and looked up to see tears in Hater's eyes.
"S-Sir?" Peepers asked once again.
"S-Sorry C. Peeps didn't mean to scream b-but..."
Hater felt his commander wrap his arms around his neck and Hater returned the hug. "Nightmare?"
Hater nodded his head as an answer. Peepers lifted himself rest his head on Hater's left shoulder as Hater laid down on Peepers's bed. Crawling out of Hater's arms, Peepers waited until Hater was rolled over onto his belly before climbing back into his arms. Peepers made himself comfortable and looked back up to his still teary-eyed boss.
"Sir? Do you want to talk about it?" Peepers asked.
The skeleton quickly shook his head as an answer causing his best friend to sigh. Peepers reached up and used his thumbs on both of his hands to wipe Hater's tears away. Hater smiled in return of what Peepers was doing. Hater eventually calmed down even though it took longer than Peepers would have liked it. Hater rested his head on Peepers's pillow and slowly his eyes started to close. But he gave one more final look at his commander.
"Goodnight C. Peeps." Hater whispered.
"Goodnight Sir."