He caught a glimpse of light when he opened his eyes, jumping only a second later when a loud sound rumbled the entire house.
Raindrops splattered against the ground, sometimes hitting the window next to the bed. Though it was open, the gap was just small enough to keep water from entering the room.
A tired glance at the clock informed him that it was now turning four in the morning. Grumbling, he rolled onto his side to go back to sleep.
Yet the storm flashed its light and cracked its whip loud. He jerked from grogginess to fright, shaking from the fear he suddenly felt.
A softer light, followed a few seconds later by a softer grumble, made him wince and cover his face. The house shook once again, momentarily scaring him into thinking it was going to collapse. That was it, he needed his security blanket.
He rose from his bed and scampered into the next bedroom, peeping inside to see if the other was there.
He wasn't.
With a frown, he scurried down the stairs, jumping and yelping when the thunder announced its return loudly and clearly. Surely, he must've been heard...he waited at the bottom of the steps for a response.
Nothing.
He grabbed at his own hands, knees knocking as he immediately felt alone. He wanted to fall to the floor, curl around himself, cry...
But something was off in the room. It seemed brighter than it should have been for this early in the morning. Through his racing fear and violent shaking, he hadn't noticed the front door was wide open. Funny, he though, he could've sworn it was locked.
He dared to shuffle closer and peek outside, preparing to close the door when he noticed an ever familiar figure standing off to the side of the porch. Oh, star haven, he felt safe again!
The return of the bright flash and loud crack caused him to jerk and run outside, slamming the screen door into the wall on his way. His arms wrapped around that figure, clinging to him for dear life.
The other character jumped, but otherwise didn't budge a bit. His jointly hand lifted to rest on the other's, not the best thing to do, but better than pretending he didn't acknowledge his company.
"Luigi, babe," words broke the sound of raindrops, "You'll be fine."
Luigi shook his head, jerking when light flashed again. This time the rumble was soft, far away.
His partner wriggled so that he could turn around and face him, running his fingers through his mussed hair; "Come on."
Releasing the other, Luigi opted to hug himself as he was guided back into the house. The front door was closed and locked; the two slowly worked their way up the steps, quietly stumbling into his bedroom where they both stretched onto the bed.
Once settled, Luigi clung to his bedmate as thunder cracked again. Face in his chest, he bit his lip as he tried to remain calm, especially now that he had his security blanket.
Bony arms returned his embrace, a loving kiss to the top of his head, long leg wrapping around his shorter one...
Luigi opened his mouth, speaking in a barely audible whisper, "Waluigi...thank you..."
"Welcome. Sleep, Eyeballs."
Though the response was gruff, Luigi smiled and closed his eyes. As he slowly drifted back to sleep, he was occasionally stirred by the flashes and the rumbles from outside. Each time, Waluigi would pat his back, whisper something, anything to acknowledge his fear and let him know he was safe.
If that wasn't the purpose of a security blanket, then Luigi needed to find a new term for his.