So ELLO!! Welcome to another AU!! Or kind of another story to the Fear AU haha. So Hatred consumed all the other emotions and just wow turned in to some huge ass dragon and is now pretty possessive of Player and trying to get them to hate everyone and everything but Players like âNuh uhâ and Hatredâs like âWDYM NUH UHâ
Iâm actually proud of how the design turned out haha, my favourite part was drawing the scales
Player is basically the dragonâs only treasure.. and it intends to keep it that way.
Gift for @alexsorsis btw, and oh hey my names also Alex now woah
I finished it! Fluffy lil TFC fic for you guys. ^^ Hope you enjoy! :D
Pls lmk if you see grammar mistakes this is not fully beta read
Idk wtf Iâm doing but Iâm doing it the best I can-
The cast all stared curiously as they watched you gather everything even remotely soft within the tent that you could get your little hands on.
âAre theyâŠ?â Ticket Taker began, not daring to finish.
âThey canât be.â Jester rationalized, but he doubted his words.
âIt really looks likeâŠâ Harlequin tilted his head as you jumped in order to make the last couple inches to reach a blanket on another bed due to the shackleâs limited range.
âBut humans donâtâŠâ The Doctor trailed off.
It was Pierrot who finally said it, fawning over how cute and homely you looked as you flitted about. âTheyâre nesting~!â
Jester scoffed. âHumans donât have a nesting instinct except during late pregnancy. And it certainly doesnât look like this.â He didnât want to add the last thought, but he didnât have to. Everyone knew it was there. They were all having it. Despite being a mere human, what you were doing⊠it resembled monster nesting.
âYou must remember that at their base biology, humans are animals. It is possible that some of them may have a nesting instinct like ours that can be unlocked or is perhaps attached to a specific gene?â The Doctor mused, stepping forward to better observe your fascinating behavior.
Pierrot quickly stopped him with his arm, eyes narrowed. âNesting cannot be interrupted. You know that.â
âTheyâre not nesting, Pierrot!â Harlequin growled, face riddled with denial. âThis is probably just some human ritual weâve never heard of!â
Ticket Taker hummed in thought as he watched you feel the material of each and every item youâd gathered before organizing them as you saw appropriate. âIt certainly looks like theyâre nesting.â
âBecause they areeeee~!â Pierrot cooed, hands on his cheeks as he swooned.
By now, you had begun to meticulously start piling what youâd collected, carefully layering your chosen materials, which mostly consisted of blankets, sheets, and pillows. To keep everything fitted to the bed, you tucked in the sides that stuck out. When only a single blanket was left, you rimmed the nest with the pillows, using the grooves youâd made to keep them in place. Finally, when it seemed you were finished, you crawled within and settled down, resting your head upon one of the pillows as you covered yourself with the single remaining blanket. Your breathing promptly began to slow, the security of your creation soothing your nerves, body softly vibrating with something that vaguely resembled a faint, contented purr.
The monsters were completely silent. There was no more debate. That was a nest, and a damn cozy looking one at that. Impressive, given your lack of proper materials.
Pierrot stepped forth into the tent while the others continued to quietly observe in astonishment. âMy dearest, what is this?â He asked. He knew, they all did, but he still needed confirmation from you.
âNestâŠâ You mumbled back, sinking further into the pile as your body curled more tightly in on itself. âNeed comf⊠feels safeâŠâ
That settled it.
He couldnât help his next question. âWhere did you learn to do that?â Perhaps you had a monster ancestor and the instinct was passed down to you? Maybe you knew one when you were younger? Or what ifâŠ
âNowhereâŠâ You murmured, voice getting quieter as you began to drift to sleep. âJust makes me feel safeâŠâ
He wanted to ask more but he could tell with the way the rise and fall of your chest had slowed that you had officially slipped into slumber, and he didnât wish to disturb you.
âFascinatingâŠâ Doctor whispered and Pierrot let out a low hiss, not having realized the other cast members had approached. âThey implied this was instinctive for them, but I have never heard of humans nesting in the way monsters might. Iâm eager to learn more.â But as he reached for you, his hand was swatted away by Pierrot.
âCome now, Pierrot~ Let us see~â Harlequin coaxed, but his larger cast member stood his ground, eyes wide and wild. He resembled a protective mate, dutifully guarding his partner, even if he currently only qualified as a suitor. The green monster snickered as he taunted the golden eyed beast, whose snarls were growing louder and more ferocious by the second, muscles flexing beneath his costume.
âLet us compromise, Pierrot.â Jester intervened before the inevitable scuffle could take place. Pierrot turned to the purple clown, anger quieting out of respect for the ringmaster, though his teeth remained almost imperceptibly bared. âYou know weâre all curious about this nest, though it is clear you value this⊠humanâs safety. If you allow us to investigate while they are away from the nest, I will allow you to show them around the circus tomorrow.â
Pierrot growled low in thought, the sound a deep rumble from within his chest, mulling over the Jesterâs offer. On the one hand, he did want to show you around, to acquaint you with his life. He knew so much about yours, but you knew so little about his. On the other hand, he knew that the sanctity of a nest was almost sacred to its builder. You had said you made it to feel safe, and he didnât want to disturb that for you. But there was also the point of Jesterâs great dislike of humans venturing too deep into their circus. For him to offer something like this⊠it meant his curiosity was intense, and it was not an opportunity to so quickly toss away.
The red clown instantly quieted as he heard you shift within the nest. As he stiffly turned to look at you and gazed upon your sleeping face, he felt his entire body relax. It was cruel of you to be so adorable in your sleep, teasing his desires when he couldnât act upon them⊠He looked back at Jester. âFine.â He said, accepting the leaderâs terms. This arrangement would hopefully segway into allowing you permanent residence within the circus.
Jester nodded. âWhen they wake up then.â
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Pierrot took you out the next morning to show you around the circus, carefully unlocking your shackle and guiding you away. Once the cast saw you disappear among the tents, they made their way inside the tent Pierrot had stashed you in when heâd taken you and towards your bed. Towards your nest. They paused, examining it, but unsure of where to go next.
Jester made the first move, gently reaching out a hand and pressing it into the nest. He was surprised to find how soft and well put together it was. To see it was one thing. To feel it was another. The others decided to follow his lead.
âIncredibleâŠâ Doctor muttered.
âIâve never felt a nest so comfortable,â Ticket Taker commented absentmindedly.
Harlequin didnât bother saying anything. He just flopped down and made himself at home in the sanctuary.
âHarlequin!â The Jester hissed, only to be cut off by a sigh of utter bliss from the normally snarky menace.
All the muscles in the green monsterâs body had gone completely lax as he stretched out amongst the softness before snuggling into it. âItâs so cozyâŠâ The nest reminded him of a time long gone, when he was young and still had parents. When he didnât quite know the cruelty of the world just yet. Something nostalgic. Something heavenly. Something⊠comforting.
The others were taken aback. To see Harlequin so⊠well⊠vulnerable? To say it was rare was an understatement. They couldnât even remember the last time there had been such an occurrence.
Doctor joined him in the nest, Harlequin growling as he was pushed over to make room, seeing as heâd plopped himself down right in the middle. Almost the exact effect came over him. Same with Ticket Taker, the next to join, leaving only Jester remaining on the outside, watching as more than half the cast comfortably curled up in a nest made by a human. The purple clown sighed before relenting, the last thought he had before laying down being âIt canât be that amazing, can it?â
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By the time Pierrot brought you back to the tent you had woken up in, the entirety of the cast was asleep in your nest, nuzzling into the comfort you had so expertly crafted. Jester cracked open an eye when he sensed the presence of the naive monster and his human obsession. He groaned. âFine⊠They can stay for nowâŠâ His voice came out in the form of a reluctant grumble, conveniently leaving out that he also meant you could stay alive for the time being. âBut they need to make something like this for each of our tents for our own personal useâŠâ
As Pierrot found himself overcome with joy, you couldnât help whining at the sight. âMy nestâŠâ
