Desperate, dark, comfort
Note: In this, I'm running on an idea I got where the clones only go into the stone sleep when they choose too, which means that they aren't necessarily nocturnal like the originals. And I'm still trying to think of a way to refer to them other than 'the clones'.
Malibu searched for his youngest brother, concerned with his so far fruitless attempts to find them (scratch that, he was beyond desperate now that he'd been unable to find him for about four hours). Hearing a whimper, he rounded a bend and found Brentwood hunched up in a corner. "Brentwood?" he asked. The purple gargoyle looked up, then looked back down.
"Go away," he said miserably. After about three months of time in the Labyrinth under the tutelage of Talon, Maggie, and Claw, they were now able to form their sentences the way they appeared in their heads, as well as disobey orders when they weren't supposed to follow them. Having following orders programmed into them had almost resulted in a rather gory end for Delilah, which had caused Talon to redouble his efforts. So now, instead of sticking together like leeches and skin, they went off on their own quite often.
"What's wrong?" asked Malibu, going over to Brentwood and crouching beside him, putting a hand on his purple brother's shoulder.
"Nothing!" hissed Brentwood, shoving his hand off. "Go AWAY!"
"Bad dream?" asked another voice, and the two looked up to see Hollywood. Hollywood, unlike them, still spoke in a way reminiscent to the original verb exclusion. Brentwood stubbornly shook his head, but Hollywood smiled and nodded, as if something had been confirmed. "Been happening for two week every month," he added.
"What?" Malibu looked at Brentwood, shocked. How had he missed this? "I want to help you, Brent... let me..."
"Fine! In all my dreams we're killed in a defenseless state when we weren't even fully formed. Or we're killed during our first meeting with our counterparts. Or Thailog abuses us more than he did. Or, even better, we all go mad and kill each other and all the people in the Labyrinth that we've come to care for!" shouted the little gargoyle, before curling up again. "Now leave me alone."
"As if I'm going to do that when you're feeling this bad," said Malibu, looking insulted. "What kind of brother do you think I am?"
"A good one, if you'll just get it into your head that I DON'T WANT TO TALK RIGHT NOW!"
"Then no talk," said Hollywood simply, coming and sitting on Brentwood's other side. "Always here," he said, smiling a little. He wrapped his arms around Brentwood and Malibu, and Malibu did the same, only he also used his wings. Resting his chin on Brentwood's head, Malibu hummed.
"Next time you have a bad dream, tell us, and we'll go out and do something fun."
"Or listen," added Hollywood.
"No matter what it is, we'll help ya." Brentwood looked up at them, and no words had to be said. He just leaned into the loving embrace of his siblings, and closed his eyes. When he eventually turned to stone as he fell asleep, they followed suit. They did not wake up until later, and when they did, they all went off to catch a movie. There was a REALLY cool movie on that Brentwood wanted to see, and as soon as he told his brothers about it, they were more than willing to see it.