You are pulled from a pleasant dream of flying through the clouds by a hand on your shoulder.
“John. Hey, John,” a voice whispers above you, and you look up blearily to see the orange image of Davesprite hovering over you.
“Davesprite?” you mumble, trying to wipe the sleep from your eyes with one hand while reaching for your glasses with the other. Once you can see clearly again you jerk up immediately. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Tears are streaming down his face, and he’s not wearing his shades. Something is definitely wrong.
Davesprite hesitates in answering, and he keeps glancing back to the cracked door. “I, no. This was a mistake, don’t mind me. Just, sleepwalking, or floating or something. Didn’t mean to bother you I’ll just go now-”
You grab onto his arm before he can escape, coaxing him onto the bed to lay next to you. “Davesprite, we’ve talked about this. You can always come to me when something is bothering you. Now, what happened?”
Your boyfriend huddles up to you, tucking himself as close as possible and winding his tail around one of your legs. He has his face pressed into your chest, making it hard to understand him when he finally speaks again. “It was just some nightmares. Doomed timelines, dead people, insane puppets. You know, normal stuff.”
You start running your hands over his wings. “I don’t think anything we do can be called ‘normal’ anymore. And you’ve been through a lot more than most of us. Do you want to talk about it? It might help.”
Davesprite stays quiet for some time, slowly relaxing as you continue running your hands through his feathers. “I was dreaming of fighting Jack again, then watching Bro die right in front of me. But then it was you, slowly bleeding out and asking why didn’t I do something to save you.” His grip tightens on your shirt. “And I tried, I tried to save you. I would never let you die, John. Never. I couldn’t live with myself if that happened again. And then that shitty puppet was there, saying that it was all my fault that everyone was dead and there was no way to fix it. And then there was just laughter, never ending laughter and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, John.”
Davesprite breaks down into harsh sobs, clinging to you while repeatedly saying ‘I’m sorry’ into your chest. You curl around him as much as you can, squeezing him tightly and speaking quietly. “It’s okay. Davesprite, It’s okay. I’m right here, I’m alive and so are you and all of our friends are okay, too. It’s okay.” You continue murmuring to him, letting him work it all out. Eventually he wears himself out and you carefully bring up the blankets to cover you both. You settle back down to return to sleep, holding Davesprite close as you drift off.
About a week after the nightmare incident you find your positions reversed. You wake up with a strangled yell, struggling to escape the clutches of your blankets. You are covered in a cold sweat which becomes apparent once you are free of the covers. A shiver runs down your spine, escalating to a full-body tremble as you stand next to your bed and grab your arms in an attempt to hold yourself together. Without a thought you exit your room, mindlessly traveling through the golden halls. You don’t even pause before entering the room you come to, only closing the door behind you before throwing yourself into the pillow nest and clinging to the figure sleeping in it.
Davesprite startles awake with a loud caw, flailing about before settling his gaze on you. “What the hell- John?” he asks, voice thick with sleep. You don’t answer him, choosing instead to bury your face into the feathers around his neck. He folds himself around you, hugging you to his chest and draping his wings over you both to block out the world. His tail circles your legs so that you are fully secured in his hold. He quietly asks if you want to talk about it, but you shake your head, tears leaking from you eyes. The images are too fresh in your mind, too much blood and death and loss. He doesn’t push you, just holds you as he begins to rap softly. You stay that way the rest of the night, unable to fall back to sleep but comforted by Davesprite’s embrace.
plaguemd said: hey you know that new au we were talking about do that
so an au which we dubbed “one week” because of the barenaked ladies song of the same name. in which alpha dave winds up having to take care of his little bro (specifically a young bro, not dirk) because of a screwed up family situation. they both have a lot of issues and wind up yelling at each other more often than not while both refusing to acknowledge they’re all each other has.
Uh, hey. So it’s been like two years right? Haha woops. Good news though! Casperstuck is back, and is not in any immediate danger of being abandoned!
Future updates might still be slow (not as slow as the last one!) but now you, the readers, have the chance to speed them up! I’ve made a Patreon, that you can go check out right now if you want to! If monthly payments aren’t really your thing but you’d still like to support me and speed up updates, there’s a Buy Me a Coffee link on my sidebar where you can send me $3 just for fun.
Regarding this update, I’m so happy to finally have it done! Believe it or not, I actually started work on it last summer, but due to a ton of setbacks over the last year, have not finished it until… just now.
By the way, this is chapter 4.1. Chapter 4 as a whole got too long and I had to cut it in half. To new readers or those who want a refresher, here’s where you can read it chronologically.
Thanks so much to everyone who’s expressed their interest in it continuing! I’ll try to live up to your expectations. If you have any questions or want to talk about the future chapters, my ask box is open.
Miramise 
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