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Originally Posted by Caspian

Moonjumper sighed. “I think you should go to sleep, Snatcher.” MJ inquired, not wanting Snatcher to be exhausted; that would only make him a grouch. Or, more so than usual. MJ, having taken on the Prince’s thoughts and personality, he was kind, he was empathetic, he couldn’t help that. So he was always careful when it came to somebody sleeping or doing something self-destructive, especially when it was Snatcher or somebody he also cared about.

He made an attempt to place a hand onto Snatcher’s shoulder gently. “You do need it, after all.” he added quietly.

MJ continued to push his thoughts away so he could be there for Snatcher, even if the former ghost was visibly annoyed, it had to mean something that Moonjumper was called to his aid (okay, MJ is making it sound more dramatic, but still!)

Moonjumper was still trying to be nice, as he’s been trying to make up for a lot. And not to mention the outburst he had before all of this human stuff happened. That was so embarrassing…. He had made a mess out of Subcon, and he hadn’t even meant to.

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(its alr, I get it.)

Snatcher hung his head. What MJ said, was true, he did need sleep, otherwise he'd get cranky. And then Hat Kid would get cranky, and then Bow Kid would get upset, and then Moonjumper would have to get involved. If he could sleep, he would, but he feared the nightmares that would follow.

He vaguely wondered if Moonjumper ever had nightmares.

He was drawn from his thoughts by another sudden sensation, which this time, was MJ putting a hand on his shoulder. It didn't surprise him as much, but it did make him tense up even more than he already had. His muscles ached.

"I can't," he said again, and the sentence was punctuated by a cough. His throat was very dry -- apparently yelling all the time didn't do wonders for his very real human vocal chords. He remembered the nightmare he'd had last night...

The forest stretched out into the shrouded dark. Snatcher floated over the swamp, grimacing at its frozen surface. Since when had her influence been able to reach this far? And why weren’t the trees burning? Had she grown stronger somehow? He held a hand out to reignite them, but no magic came. He shook his hand out, staring at it and tried again. Nothing. Something grabbed onto him and he jolted, looked down to see the swamp hands, still coated in jagged shards of ice snaking out of the water to drag him below. Snatcher tried to fly higher, but he’s sinking. How? He looked down again and his body seized up when he saw human legs, human arms, human everything, and icy hands strangling him in their grip, pulling farther. He was going to drown. That realization sets in, with the now-familiar panic right on its heels. He thrashed, trying to fling the hands off, and then he'd woken up to see two very concerned children standing over him.

Snatcher felt something tickle his cheek, and he raised a hand to swipe at it, and was met with a streak of something wet. Tears. He leaned his head back, draping an arm over his eyes to hide the tears from Moonjumper. Alas, he was shaking even harder, and his breathing became ragged and shallow.

He must look so stupid. So pitiful.