I've watched two Starfox games and read two comics on it, and I still haven't written a single fanfiction?
Falco woke up screaming. He was breathing heavily, his heart was beating fast, and his eyes were darting around the room in fright.
— It was... A dream? — He whispered softly, slowly placing his hand on his chest, feeling the rapid rhythm of his heart calm down slightly. — It was a dream... — He repeated these words with a nervous laugh and lay back down on his bed again, still clutching his nightgown in the chest area.
It was just a dream. It's all good. It's all here. No one left. He's not alone.
— Damnit... — Blue bird cursed and swung his legs over the side of the bed.
Peppy? Still old and here.
It's all here. It's all right. Now he should calm down and go to sleep. Isn't it?
How cool it would be if everything were that simple.
Such were Falco's thoughts as he made himself a sandwich with trembling hands. Lately, he has been plagued by nightmares too often and his head hurts after sleeping. Whole body hurts in general.
The bird jumped at the unexpected sound of the voice and almost dropped the knife.
— P-Peppy?! — His voice trembled treacherously. — Why you... Ahem. Why are you up? — He turned to the old rabbit, trying to look casual as he smoothed his ruffled feathers on his head, hoping that the gesture didn't look too nervous and suspicious.
— I have the same question for you. — Peppy rubbed his neck, trying to wake up, even though the depths of his mind were screaming no. — I think you came to me. Something happened?
— Well... I... Uhh... — Falco looked away from Peppy. — It's just... Argh...
Damn, he's been stuttering for too long. Why didn't he come up with an excuse beforehand?!
— I just... Ummm... — The blue bird eventually sighed heavily and put a smile on hes beak — Okay, you got me. I just had a nightmare and decided to check on our team just in case. Nothin' to worry. — He waved his hand casually, hoping that his old colleague would believe him.
— A nightmare? — Peppy grunted, looking at Falco with concern.
He looks too nervous, even Slippy would have suspected something.
— May I join? — The rabbit suddenly asked with a smile.
The light in the room was on, but there was still silence, interrupted by the quiet chewing of a rabbit.
It was a stupid question, really. The ship was shared, Peppy could just make himself a snack and sit down without asking. But he asked anyway for some reason.
Not that Falco minded. He liked the thought of the old man more than the thought of... nightmare.
Soon, the sandwiches were gone, and the glasses were empty. But for some reason, Peppy was still sitting next to him.
Not that Falco wanted to go to the room either. The bright common room calmed him better than his own.
— So... — Peppy's voice startled falcon out of his reverie — What was this nightmare about?
It wasn't a question he wanted to answer. Especially now.
— Well... Ahem... — Falco's body, which had been leaning back on the sofa, sat down smoothly, hunching its back. — It's was... Just a dream.
Yeah. Nothing more, nothing less.
— I don't know why you're worried, but you better stop. It's not real. — Falco felt a lump in his throat, despite the fact that he tried to give his voice more confidence and his usual serenity. He just needs to persuade Pippi to go back to sleep, old people need a healthy sleep, right? There's nothing to worry about.
But... Why does he have such a face?
The hand went up to my face and felt a wet trail on the feathers.
He... crying? But why? It's just a dream...
— It's just a dream... — Why did his hand start to shake? Why did his heart start beating faster? Why does he want to cry?
Peppy's hand gently rested on Falco's shoulder and gently pushed him towards him.
— It's not real... It's just a dream...
Falco curled up on the couch and buried his face in Peppy's chest, clutching at him like a lifeline while his words were drowned in his crying, until only his sobs remained in the air.
Peppy gently stroked the bird's back with one hand and held his hand with the other.
— Of course... I believe you.
— Peppy, what is that stain on your shirt and why does it smell like salt? — Fox asked while sorting clothes because it was his turn to do the laundry.
— I wanted to make tea before going to bed yesterday, but I got sugar mixed up with salt, and then I got wet. And I had to go to bed without tea.
— It's even good! Tea can be invigorating as well as coffee! — Slippy shouted as he passed by with a toolbox for repairing ships.
Falco tried not to look away while he helped Krystal clean the floors.
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