Sleepy Sleep Sleeping
Human touch was a psychological need because blah blah hormones and blah blah social support and Boy didn’t care about the science behind hugs. He’d been away for nine months surrounded by strangers and slightly less strange strangers and he was NOT acting like a baby so shut the fuck up.
He heard Jeff grumble, but when he didn’t knock Boy off the bed Boy continued to cuddle up against his back. Sleeping in his tower room all alone right now was just awful. Lonely. So yeah Boy was going to sleep in Jeff’s room tonight. Eyeless was not-sleeping about ten feet away but Jeff was cuddlier.
Don't… tell him that. It made Jeff cranky.
Boy yawned and pressed his face into the space Jeff’s shoulders.
He’d been tempted, while at school, to climb into bed with one of his yearmates but something told him it was a bad idea? No one else seemed to have a problem sleeping by themselves. He was going to have to chalk it down as one of those Normie vs Proxy things. Poor suckers. It was nice knowing someone had your back if something happened.
Boy sighed as sleep crept in closer. He was warm and comfortable and relaxed and everything was good now. He was home.
“Brrrrrush me! Brrrrrush me! Eheehee!”
Boy flailed as the Tattletail shrieked in his ear. He smacked Jeff in the head on accident, the Killer jolting out of sleep himself and falling right off the edge of the bed. Sleeping between Jeff and the wall, Boy was trapped with the purple toy and Toby.
Toby of course being the one holding the Tattletail, crouched on the foot of the bed like a fleshy gargoyle. He was safe for the moment as Jeff fought his way out of the tangled blanket and Boy was too shocked to attack.
“Morning folks! Just a friendly wake up call; it’s a beautiful summer’s night and the moon is full and breakfast will be up soon!”
Hadn’t it been just after dawn a few minutes ago? Boy had slept like a rock.
Seeing Jeff lurch up to his feet, Toby jumped off the bed and fled the room. If he got the Tattletail damaged Boy was going to be very upset with him. Though out of everyone in the castle, only Toby really appreciated how much fun a Tattletail could be so Boy could trust him to protect the toy.
Boy was wide awake now. And so was Eyeless, sitting on his bed and fully dressed and merely watching.. err.. listening to the show through his blue mask.
“Traitor.”
Eyeless shrugged. “It was funny. And I’ve been banned from the kitchen while Masky and Hoods make breakfast.”
Oatmeal it was then. Masky was so old fashioned. Probably because he was supposed to be in his thirties while forced to look like a teenager thanks to his fans in America. Hoody too, his physical form constantly fluctuating from 15 to 25 depending on how his story was interpreted.
“Does Toby do this cause Jeff is the only one who will fucking chase him?”
“Pretty much.”