"This place is a mess!" Morgan surveyed the storage room. "I really should straighten up more often…" He spotted something quickly scurry back under cover. "Is that a…" He pushed aside a poorly stacked pile of scrolls. The mysterious thing darted past his hand and he screamed racing for the door.
The door barley missed hitting Lucina as it burst open.
"Gods, I've never seen Morgan run so fast!" A thought came to her. Were they under attack?! Lucina caught up with her brother before he could get too far. "Morgan! What happened back there? "Are you all right?" She quickly looked him over. He appeared unharmed.
"L-Lucinaaa!" He wailed grabbing onto her biceps.
"Breath, Morgan. Calm down and tell me what happened. You have nothing to fear now that I'm here."
"R-r-roach! A roach!"
"A roach?" Lucina blinked. "As in…a bug?"
Morgan scowled. "Not a bug! I love bugs!" He threw his arms into the air. "A roach!"
"You're telling me all of your screaming and failing was over a cockroach?" She sighed in exasperation. "Show me." They started to walk back towards the storage room.
"It wasn't just a cockroach. It was a huge freakish nightmare one, with gross, hairy legs. It's HORRIBLE!"
Lucina sighed heavily. "I thought the Risen had come. You could have sent the camp into a panic."
"Risen I can handle, but this? This is more deadly and grosser than any Risen I've seen!"
"Yes, yes, it's the Grima of roaches." They stepped into the storage room. "All right, where is it?"
Something flew past them.
Morgan yelped ducking behind his sister. "It's back! And it can fly?! S-stay away! Don't come near meee!"
"Come now." Lucina scoffed. "I don't see what all the fuss i-EEEEEK!" She jumped back bumping into Morgan. The demon bug had just flown in front of her face.
"See? SEE?! It's the stuff of nightmares! Now hurry up and kill it! Kill it with fire magic or something!"
"Oh, no-I'm not going near that thing! It's HUGE!"
"WHAT?! What happened to having nothing to fear now that you're here? How are you gonna win this war if you can't even smoosh one stupid roach?"
"Those two things are not related in the slightest." Lucina spluttered. "And YOU want to be a tactician, right?" She pointed in the direction of the bug. "So figure out how to kill it!"
"What's to figure out?! Who plans out strategies for killing insects?!"
"Mother."
"Look, you're the older one! You do it! Father told you to protect your little brother, didn't he?"
She blanched. "Er, well, I suppose he did." Though this seemed like twisting his words. "All right, I'll do… something about it."
Morgan hugged her around the waist. "Fantastic! Thanks, Luci! Three cheers for the once and future exalt!"
"You're a royal, too, you know? It wouldn't kill you to show a bit more spine." She muttered under her breath gently prying him off.
"Hey, now's your chance!" He pointed. "It just crawled into a corner behind that shelf!"
Lucina squinted her eyes taking a cautious step forward. "It's too dark. I can't see it."
"You should light up Falchion. Then once you spot it, ker-STAB!"
"Falchion isn't some common pitchfork, Morgan! It's a blade of legend!" She took another cautious step.
"Ah haha, all right, all right. I'm sorry I." The cockroach sprang from its hiding place causing Morgan to scream. "It's flying again! It's flying!"
On reflex, Lucina stuck out a protective arm. "As formidable a foe as it may be, I won't allow it to set a single hairy leg on you!"
"Go, Luci, go! GET HIM!"
"Is everything all right?" Robin asked entering the chaos unbeknownst to him.
"It's going right for Mother!" Morgan cried.
"Mother, look out!"
"Look out for what?" The cockroach landed on the back of Robin's hand and immediately tried to crawl up his sleeve.
Robin let out a very undignified shriek flapping his arm to dislodge it.
"Gods, Mother!" Lucina ran over helping him rip off his coat.
The cockroach flew off. Morgan ducked though it was nowhere near him.
At that moment, Chrom bustled in. "What in the name of…" He looked around eyeing Robin and Lucina. "What are you three doing in here?!
"Father!" Morgan whimpered.
"Chrom! C, c, c, cockroach!" Robin stuttered.
"A cockroach?"
The three nodded vigorously.
"Where?"
They pointed in the general direction. Chrom walked over picking up a discarded tome as he went.
"Chrom!" Robin snatched the book from his hand. "Don't be stupid. You can't kill it with a tome."
"You have no say since you were too busy freaking out to kill it yourself."
"How would YOU like to share a tent with Frederick for the next week?"
Spotting the 'nightmarish' creature, Chrom effortlessly stomped on it. "Honestly, you three." He turned to face them. "All that commotion over a silly insect? What were you thinking?!"
The future children looked sheepish mumbling their apologize.
He sighed heavily. "Just see that it never happens again." His gaze now fell to his husband. "Seriously, Robin?"
His cheeks went red. "Don't judge me! It tried to crawl up my arm!"
"If you're done embarrassing yourself in front of our children, Say'ri is looking for you." He offered the tactician his iconic coat.
Once they'd left the storage room, Chrom slid his arm around Robin's waist as they walked. "You know, the hero usually gets a kiss for saving the day."
"From the damsel in distress. Do I look like a damsel?"
"That shriek of yours had been pretty damsel-ish." It had scared the hell out of Chrom. He'd been so relieved it was only over a bug.
"I can't really argue with you there." Robin moved to stand before his husband. "My hero." He said in a poor imitation of a woman's voice wrapping his arms around the prince's neck and kissed him.
Back at the storage room, Morgan smiled at his sister. "Figures he would be the one to get it. He's unshakable."
Lucina crossed her arms. "It's true. Although he was a lot less calm when it came to scolding us."
"Aw, are you still down about that? I actually rather enjoyed it." He laughed. "I can't remember the two of us ever getting in trouble like that before and Mother too. It felt…strangely familiar somehow. Kind of happy, nostalgic feeling."
Despite herself, she smiled. "Heh. I confess, it did have its moments..." Something small flew by her head. "Was that a…"
I don't care who you are, a cockroach trying to crawl up your arm is still gross! This is the last support story thingy I'm doing.