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The yawn.
It woke the little smeet up from his sleep as he performed the action, then caused him to whimper when he realized that he was now awake. Eleven pouted and kept his eyes closed so he could stretch, then hopefully just fall back asleep.
After a few minutes, the smeet felt his awareness growing instead of slipping back into unconsciousness and he whined, sitting up. He rubbed his eyes, mumbling, and stretched again, opening his eyes.
Reep's black eyes stared back at him.
Eleven gasped and dove under the covers to hide, but the monster at the end of the bed didn't move. After a moment, the smeet peeked out from under his blanket to watch carefully and when Reep still didn't move, he pulled himself up and stared back curiously.
The dark black eyes didn't seem to follow the little Irk's movement, so Eleven cleared his throat and piped up a little, "Hi!"
Reep's right eyelid twitched, but he didn't move.
The smeet hmmed softly as he continued to probe carefully, slinking closer, "Were you watchin' me sleep? I was asleep, you know! I can nah talk to peoples when I sleep!"
The monster's mouth slowly curled into a smile, but still, he did not move.
Eleven sat in front of him, continuing to talk, "When I sleep, I dream a lot. Do you dream when you sleep? I don' LIKE my dreams sometimes cause after they be done, I wake up all tired. Do you ever wake up an' you're all tired?"
The monster's smile just got bigger, his black eyes remaining open and unblinking.
The smeet pouted a little out of thought and stood up, waving his arms a bit to keep his balance, then slid down the side of the bed.
Reep's head didn't even move to watch him.
Eleven's little feet made a soft tapping sound as he entered the kitchen, looking through the lower cupboards for something to eat, "'m hungy, awe you hungy too?" he pulled out a jar of peanut butter, inspecting it, "Imma eat dis one, cause it's good," he turned around, "Do you like-"
He stopped short, his whole body freezing when he saw his own reflection in the big black eyes that were within inches from his face. Reep's body was crouched to his level, the smile still holding, and was just staring back at him.
Eleven frowned and pouted, pointing, "No! You don' do dat! Dat's MEAN an' you a'mos' make me dwop dah peanu' butter!"
The monster still didn't move.
The smeet continued to pout and grumble angrily as he searched for a spoon, "Now 'm nah gonna shawe wif you so dat's what you get! Not'ing!"
Eleven found a spoon and walked back into the living room and bedroom area, trying to decide where he should sit to eat his snack. He grumbled a little and went back to the bed, tossing the jar and spoon up first, then pulling himself up.
When he reached the top of the bed he squealed and almost fell back down.
Reep's black, unblinking eyes, along with his smile, were there waiting for him.
The smeet pulled himself back up and growled loudly, "No! Bad, bad, bad! You don' go an' scawe me! You awe a meanie an' I don' like when you scawe me!"
He grabbed his spoon and opened the peanut butter jar as he sat down, taking a large spoonful and starting to eat. The monster beside him watched, unmoving, and slowly started to breath deeply to create a soft purr.
After a few bites, the smeet closed the jar and ate the rest of the peanut butter off the spoon, setting both on the nightstand beside the head of the bed. Reep's body continued to stay stock still, the purr emanating from him being the smeet's only indication that he was still alive.
Eleven looked up at him, frowning, "O'tay, Imma gonna fo'give you fo' scawin' me, but you can nah do it again!"
The monster's smile only seemed to grow, so the smeet took that as his answer and slid down the side of the bed again to look around.
"I wanna pway!" he announced loudly, and dashed to the computer console only a few feet away, hopping up on the chair, "Pway time, pway time!"
The computer beeped softly, but didn't respond to Eleven's probing and button mashing; he, after all, was not programmed in to give the computer orders. The smeet pouted and slipped back off the chair, looking around to find something else to do.
All the while, Reep's body never moved, still watching from its perch on the bed. The monster's breathing slowly became deeper and raspier as time passed, his view of the entire room clear. And his overview of the smeet unobstructed.
Eleven jumped up onto the couch and started pulling the cushions off to reconfigure them into a fort. He squeaked when a 'wall' would fall over and cooed happily when he created the roof for his new domain, then took a light blanket from the back of the couch and tossed it on top.
"Done, done, done!" he squeed loudly, then dove inside, giggling and laughing.
The monster on the bed watched the smeet disappear in his fort and its eyes widen exponentially. Its smile disappeared and it bared sharp teeth, hissing loudly. The monster slipped from the bed and growled, approaching the little fort with claws extended.
As it came closer, the smeet's laughter became more audible and he rustled inside his fort but the monster continued its anger-driven march towards Eleven's hiding place.
The smeet peeked out to find another pillow and a deep roar erupted from the monster, its claws coming down and ripping the cushions of the couch to shreds. Eleven screamed and dove from the attack, trying to get under the coffee table.
Now the monster was on the move. It dove in after him, shrieking and gnashing its sharp teeth as it tried to grab the little Irken. The smeet crawled away as fast as he could and jumped over the coffee table back to the couch, almost throwing himself over the side to escape a crushing blow from the monster behind him. The attack was made with such force that the frame of the couch was now broken and the monster's hand was observably damaged badly.
Eleven cried and ran into the kitchen, Reep's possessed black eyes following him all the way. The monster slashed at him, missing when the smeet would duck or dodge, and destroyed cupboards and drawers when it would hit them instead.
The little Irken jumped on the kitchen island and scrambled to get down carefully, but the monster was right behind him, following his movements and snarling at Eleven's escape. The smeet dove back to the mangled cushions to hide under the debris, but the evil that had once been another Irk slashed into the stuffing, searching him out.
Eleven sobbed when the monster removed all the fluff and snatched him up roughly, a pillow the only thing keeping them separated. The monster ignored the smeet's terror and tore the pillow away, intent on getting its claws into the little Irken's flesh, and gnashed his teeth angrily at him, its black eyes seemingly ablaze with anger and hate.
The smeet whimpered loudly and hugged the monster around the neck as tightly as he could, crying, "COME BACK, COME BACK, COME BACK!"
The monster shrieked in confusion and fell backwards, Eleven still clinging to it.
"COME BACK, COME BACK," the smeet took in a long breath and screamed, "REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!"
Reep's eyes widened and he gasped, hugging the smeet tightly as his eyes melted back into a dark purple. The little Irken cried and sobbed, refusing to let go.
The older Irk gasped hard for breath and looked around in confusion, sitting up and scuttling back towards the bed in hopes of protecting the smeet from whatever it was that was scaring him. But Eleven only cried harder and nuzzled into his shirt to dry the tears.
Reep stared down at him, his own eyes wavering, and tried to hush him, "Please… p-please, Eleven, it's O.K…"
The smeet shook his head and sobbed, "Don't go… don't go…"
Reep nodded and rocked him slowly, "I won't…"
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Bad, Void. Bad. No more cookies and milk for you. *is skinned alive*