Nightshift 25: M68
Demyx had eaten little of his dinner. Sure, he had tried; he needed the energy if he was going to go roaming the halls tonight. But thoughts of monsters and sexual predators had kept him from enjoying it. Once the creepy doctor had clicked off his intercom, Demyx ran quickly to swing open the door, before retreating back into the room to wait for Axel and Xigbar.
He hadn't completely taken Axel's advice. The thought of trying to crawl under one of the beds without getting himself stuck was not that appealing. Instead, he had taken to hiding behind the bed, a pillow in hand. It made a pretty sorry weapon. What was he supposed to do with a pillow? Whack someone to death with third-rate softness?
Somehow, things were looking grimmer to Demyx than before.
He hadn't completely taken Axel's advice. The thought of trying to crawl under one of the beds without getting himself stuck was not that appealing. Instead, he had taken to hiding behind the bed, a pillow in hand. It made a pretty sorry weapon. What was he supposed to do with a pillow? Whack someone to death with third-rate softness?
Somehow, things were looking grimmer to Demyx than before.