We Love Hurt/comfort Right? So Here Is The Cursed Limbo AU....but With A Different Comfort This Time!

We love hurt/comfort right? So here is the Cursed Limbo AU....but with a different comfort this time! This one is short (TW: Night terrors, panic attacks, slight self harm)

Your gentle touch...

Even during the latest night, Las Nevadas seemed to stay awake, light was turned on everywhere, enlightening every part of this great country. The only place where it was relatively calm and quiet was Schlatts room, well...it was quiet.

The ram hybrid slightly flickered with his long ears, which catched the sound of muttering, someone was twisting and turning on the other bed. He slowly opened his eyes, trying to adjust to the dark of his room, blinking multiple times, looking up at the ceiling. Slowly he got himself up on his elbows, looking to the side of the other bed. The blanket was already on the floor and the young fox hybrid, who spend almost every night in this room, turned chaotically in his bed, frowning, growling and frequently opening and closing his mouth, trying to breath. Schlatt couldn't remember the last time he saw Fundy trying to sleep....but now he understands why he wouldn't do it.

The older Male got up from his own bed, looking at the door for a moment. He should probably get someone. He is surely not the right person to calm someone down. How many options are there? Quackity, who is most likely awake, probably doesn't want to see him, he doesn't know Slime too much and saw him only a couple of times, this hybrid surely doesn't know how to handle such a situation, Sam is not around and he doesn't have time to search for him.

With all those thoughts the ram hybrid didn't notice that he started to breath too fast and scratching his palm. This is bad. It's not time for hyperventilation. Not now. Schlatt gulped and looked up, trying to calm down his own breathing, slowly separating his hand from each other, to make sure that he didn't continue the scratching. The fox boy shouldn't wake up to the touch of bloody hands. One inhale...and one exhale. Repeat.

Slowly the older Male focused his attention back on Fundy, approaching his bed and hesitantly putting a hand on his shoulder, the younger hybrid shivered, breathing too fast for his own good. Under the touch the hybrids body tensed up, Schlatt slowly reached with his hand Fundys cheek, gently caressing it. It was wet, not pleasant. Some seconds, if not less, passed till the young hybrid screamed and opened his eyes, waking up and grabbing Schlatts hand. The ram hybrid didn't move, only hold his own breath. He wanted to get away; from the touch, from the noise, wanted to close his ears. But all those wishes were dismissed, when he saw how Fundys body slowly relaxed and he changed his expression from terrified to confused and questioning. No words fell from each lips.

The ram hybrid lowered his gaze, thinking what to do next, before he slowly put away his hand and opened his arms, looking unsure but still inviting. Fundy was hesitant at first but then went for the tight hug. His whole body was shivering and he was breathing heavily, pressing his ears to his head. Schlatt gently petted his head, right between the ears, putting one arm around his waist, slowly swaying from side to side a little.

For a moment he slightly opened his mouth, looking down at the fox hybrid but then closed it again, just hugging him some more. He continued the soft gesture till Fundys body fully relaxed and he could hear quiet snuffling, the young hybrids head was now resting on his shoulder.

I am still working on chapter four, I had some personal things happen which is why it's taking longer....and honestly....I already know which moment will be my favorite in a chapter that is far far away...I am so hyper for that moment. I think about it and get some emotional satisfaction from that. But I still have a long way to write to get there.... (and I am getting attached to those characters...)

Grandpa Glatt •at first the ghost would be very confused and surprised by Tubbos entry...and by the scar of a burn on his face. He wouldn't even get a full explanation, seems like Tubbo is in a hurry. They didn't see each other in a very long while and now his son arrives with a little...piglin...telling hin that this is his adoptive son. Tubbo says that they need someone to look after him for a few hours because he, Ranboo and Tommy are busy with something. He doesn't clarify. The ghost hybrid is willing to do so, even if he has a lot of questions. •He didn't get anything, what could be used to entertain the child, so he had to improvise. Some things from the "cave", that was designed as a gym, could be used for that purpose. First option were some stones and crafted paint. Michael is only around three years old and turns out that coloring stones is enough for him. He painted one stone black-white, making to green dots on them, looking pretty proud of his work. •Glatt tried his best to color one of the stones to look like a car. Thankfully, Michael wasn't really judgemental of his art skills and furthermore played with the new "car toy". •Michael loved to be picked up by the ghost because...Glatt can float and this is a fun imitation of flying. •Some of the crafted paint was used by the little piglin to draw on the walls of the cave. •Glatt would definitely scold Tubbo for not bringing any toys for the little piglin. The younger ram would explain that it was all a very spontaneous decision. •After that the ghost actually had a separated area in his gym that would be the playroom for Michael. He also was handed a "first aid kit", just in case. •One time, Michael wanted to leave the cave to play outside and tried to drag Glatt along, this was when the ghost had to explain that he couldn't get out. He decided that it's better to "show, not tell" and just took his arm out in the sunlight for a few seconds to show that it burns. Michael clearly got worried and got to the kit, tripping over his own little hooves, taking some plasters and placing them on Glatts arm, even when the ghost tried to explain that the burns will disappear by themselves. •At some point, Glatt would ask Connor to get some....better toys from another server, because this one sucks and doesn't even have a suitable place to buy such things.

I am very awkward but I can listen if anyone needs it 👍

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Mood: Wanna see more works that would involve Grandpa Schlatt/Glatt. You know...the whole "taking care of Michael"? Might write some headcanons regarding that idea. Because I can. Who will stop me?

Look at him. Look at my boy. I got him new clothes. Actually there were also pants...but my lil ram boy is too thicc for those haha