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[trademark_skull]

[It's the middle of the night or whatever counts as night in a world that never changes, do you know where your kids are? Actually, never mind, said kid was coming straight to Axel's room instead. All troubledsome and frightened by something, as much as a nobody can get anyway. But should he actually wake the other up or wait for later?]

[...Yeah, it's going to be one of those kinds of nights.]

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[firewheeling]

[TBH, it's pretty hard to tell night from day in a world of changeless darkness, and pretty hard to wake up because of it, too. Axel does love a good nap, but he's learned to sleep on a hair trigger in some ways, just because of how dangerous the Organization can be. There's almost no sound that wakes him up faster than a door opening--especially if there's no knocking first, and double-especially if there are approaching footsteps after. Axel makes a groggy noise as he abruptly sits up, blinking and squinting blearily at the silhouette of his visitor. He'd thought he'd known where his kid was.....

But better that it's Memento in his room than anyone else; if he was human, his heart would be racing from being startled awake. He lets his shoulders slump as he yawns, visibly relaxing and reaching up to rub his eyes. What time is it, even.....?]

Mmm..... You okay there, partner? What's the matter?

[trademark_skull]

I couldn't sleep. [Pouting the best pout he could pout. Be thankful that Mem wasn't hovering over your bed because if he was more enthusiastic it might've happened.]

I keep getting woken up.

[firewheeling]

[He's very thankful Mem isn't hovering over his bed; if he hadn't recognized him in time, in that case, he might've woken up swinging. As it is already, Axel's initial grumpiness at being woken up is softening at the sight of the pout. (How does he manage to believe that he doesn't have a heart, when it melts every time at the sight of his best friend bing so adorable? The world may never know.) He yawns again and pats the mattress; Memento might as well sit, if they're gonna talk.]

By what?

[trademark_skull]

[Considering how much his regular self hates to be called cute, probably best to not share it anyway. Not like he would know what you're talking about.]

I don't know. I would see something and-- [Well, it, scared him somehow. Or what he thought was fear anyway. Hard to say when he never felt those things before.] I-it was big whatever it was.

[firewheeling]

Big? Heartless can't get into the Castle, so it couldn't be one of those..... Might've been someone's Lesser, or you could've been dreaming.....

[Axel groans and sits up, rubbing his head. Isn't the idea of getting scared by monsters under the bed a little childish, for an Organization member?]

What'd it look like? Did'ja see where it went?

[trademark_skull]

[Pretty sure this thing wouldn't fit under the bed. Not by how wide Memento was holding his arms.] Really big mouth, and teeth. Small eyes.

Whenever I think about it, I can't stop shaking for some reason.

[firewheeling]

S'called "adrenaline"--that's your body gettin' ready to fight this thing or run whenever you think about it.

[Axel squints thoughtfully at the way Mem holds his arms out. That big, huh? That sure wouldn't fit under a bed, and maybe not even in a closer. What kind of childhood night terror monster couldn't even properly hide when the lights came on? Maybe this really was something that wasn't supposed to be there, or Mem was just having some bad dreams.....

Ugh, fine, he'll go check it out..... Even if there's nothing, as long as it helps the kid sleep, the trip will be worthwhile. Axel stretches and swings his legs over the side of the bed, reaching for his boots to pull them on.]

Well..... no matter how big its teeth are, I bet it burns like any other monster. Whaddya say, huh? Wanna go take a look n' send this pest packin'?

[trademark_skull]

[Memento was not exactly sure if monster really was present in the castle or not, if he was the first one to see and hear about it especially. Yet it doesn't feel like a dream either--it was very real, yet not at the same time.]

I-I don't know. [His gut reaction was to get as far away from that thing as possible, polar opposite of hunting it down. Even though there was not much of a logical reason why.]

I don't like it...