TW: Blood (It’s only the slightest bit on R’s hand in the drawing but I added it the trigger warning anyway just in case) ((I USED A BASE FOR THE DRAWING BECAUSE I DIDN’T FEEL LIKE DRAWING THEM HUGGING BY MYSELF SO CREDIT TO WHOEVER MADE THE BASE WHEEZE-) Okay I love R and Biscuit so much they are literally the most perfect siblings and I find it so sweet that R will literally doing anything for Biscuit they make me want to cry out of pure happiness they're just so stinkin sweet to each other and I love them Also the fact that R would literally make herself bleed for Biscuit just- I want to cry I love them so much they're so nice to each other) Tonight was really strange. And sort of scary. I was more happy than usual tonight, which I guess was a good thing. Mom and dad were going out with their friends this weekend, so Biscuit and I get to stay with Claire and Caleb for the weekend. Those two were ecstatic to see us. We always have so much fun together. Maybe that’s why I was in a better mood than usual. It was around Midnight, and we were all in Claire’s room playing board games. About an hour before, Biscuit told us he was tired and Caleb told him he could go sleep in his room. So Biscuit left and the three of us continued our game. Claire, Caleb, and I were giggling uncontrollably as we told stories while playing the game, when I heard something weird. I wasn’t sure if it was just the sleep deprivation, my sleep paralysis, or something I was actually hearing, but it sounded like someone crying. Suddenly, I realized what it was. Biscuit. I made an excuse to go to the bathroom and quickly left, rushing down the hall to Caleb’s room. I opened the door and saw Biscuit on the floor, sobbing loudly and chewing on his hand. He was biting so hard I was worried he’d start leaking oil. “B!” I yelled, running over to him and pulling his hand out of his mouth, putting my hand infront of him instead. I didn’t even hesitate to do so. I’d rather he hurt me than he hurt himself. I had to bite my tongue when he started biting my hand because of how sharp his teeth are, but it was worth it. I know Biscuit needs this whenever he’s stressed, and I’ll stop at nothing until I make sure he’s got everything he needs to be alright. Even if it meant him making me bleed. I’d do anything for Biscuit, and I hope he knows that. I hugged him tightly as he continued chewing on my hand. But the longer I hugged him the slower he chewed. Until eventually he stopped. He was still crying, but seemed relieved I was there. I sat there as long as I needed for Biscuit to be okay, and I would wait there even longer. Eventually, he had stopped crying and I finally asked him what was wrong. He looked so scared as he explained he had the same nightmare of that scary figure with the claws and security camera-like eyes. I was worried. Biscuit’s had the same nightmare every night ever since he was 5 years old, and I’m scared it might lead to something bigger. He’s 10 years old now and he’s had the same dream for the last 5 years. But I didn’t say anything. I didn’t even respond. I tried to brush his hair out of his eyes, but he hissed angrily at me. I put my hand down. I know he doesn’t like showing his eyes, but I wished I could see them more. I wish I could tell him not to be scared or not to worry about how he looks, but how could I tell him that when I have the exact same problem? I just hugged him as tight as I could, and Biscuit didn’t say anything either. He let me hug him and he hugged me back, feeling bad for hissing at me, his face buried in my shoulder as I held him close to me. As much as I hate to admit it, I am going through some rough times. I still fear myself for the monster I am. But Biscuit is the only reason I tell myself to try. The only reason I tell myself to be brave. For him. I love Biscuit more than life itself, and will dedicate the rest of my life to making sure he’s okay. And if anything ever happened to Biscuit, I wouldn’t ever forgive myself for it.
