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Jimmy sighed. He was sitting down in his friend Sausage's house because Sausage invited him over and frankly, Jimmy needed some space from his husband at the moment. "Do you wanna talk Jim?" Jimmy sat in silence trying to process what was going on. He was zoning out again. He remembered Scott, his husband, before he died and became the blood thirsty cannibal he is now. Jimmy must have started crying because when he zoned back it, his face was wet and Sausage was hugging him, asking if he was alright in a worried tone. "I-I, yeah I'm fine sorry dude," Jimmy said as Sausage pulled away so he was an arms reach away from Jimmy. "Are you sure? Is it something to do with Scott?" Sausage asked, wiping the tears from Jimmy's face in the process. Jimmy froze again. "Yeah. Yeah it is Scott. He's just so dif-"
"Jimmy!!!"
Jimmy bolted up, shaking and crying. That was odd. He didn't think he fell asleep at Sausage's place. "Jimmy! Thank god you're okay! You were shaking and crying and- you were just in pain. Are you okay?" The voice came from Scott. It then only just hit Jimmy, he didn't fall asleep at Sausage's nor did he fall asleep at all. It was a dream. "Jimmy. Please answer me," There were arms rapped around Jimmy's neck and tears running down his face. Though the tears were a mix of Scott's and his. "I I'm fine Scott. Just, just a bad dream." Jimmy then was pushed onto their mattress by Scott. He heard a sound that sounded like laughing. Laughing or, tears? Jimmy moved into a better position to see his slightly taller, paler husband. He lifted Scott's head. "Scott, why are you crying? Did something happen? Did someone die?" Jimmy asked. There was no answer though. He just heard tears. All Jimmy could think of what to do was hug Scott. Well more than what they were already doing. Jimmy rapped his arms around his husband again and rolled onto his side, curled into Scott's thinner body and started very embarrassingly purring. Damn that cat origin.
Jimmy awoke what he guessed was only a few hours later. He had felt the cold against his skin with the early spring breeze. He could tell Scott was gone even without looking. Jimmy tiredly got out of bed, groaning with a big stretch and yawn. He walked over to the very dimmed windows and was shocked at the darkness outside. He had slept through the whole day with no problems. Well, time to find Scott.
Jimmy stepped out of his husband's manor after puting on an old jacket that probably wasn't even his. "Scott!!!" Jimmy yelled. It took a bit but he knew Scott would show up at some point. He waited on an old stump for his husband to either show up, or mark him. He really didn't know. "Hey Kitty!" "I told you don't call me that Scott." Jimmy dead panned. He hated the new pet name. Again, damn that cat origin. Jimmy heard a hiss and had to duck quickly as Scott jumped at just the right angle to hit Jimmy on the ears. Luckily he dodged and heard a creeper being hit behind him. He turned around only to see a sparkling creeper and Scott launching into the air. Long story short, Scott killed the creeper. "Damn, that didn't fill me up at all. Anyways, hey Jimmy. Nice to see you up and about. How you feeling?" "The- the creeper didn't feed you? Your blood bar is getting harder to fill Scott. I'm starting to worry about you." Jimmy said, concerned. "That's besides the point, Jimmy. How are you doing?" Jimmy went silent. "I- I'm doing fine, Scott..."
Jimmy lost himself in his thoughts again. Scott wasn't getting enough food in order to properly function. He could tell Scott's jumps were getting shorter and weaker. Scott also started burning in the sun, which hadn't happened before.
"I- Jimmy...
"Huh- Oh, sorry, Scott. Zoned out again." Jimmy apologized. "What was it you were going to say?"
"Its kind of awkward, but- No, forget it. I'm not going to ask that." Scott said, contradicting himself multiple times, as always. "Ask what, Love?" Jimmy asked for clarification.
"Well, I was wondering. If, you, ughm.... If you were comfortable with me drinking some of your blood?" Scott asked, tripping over his words. It surprised Jim, really. Not his husband asking for blood, but the fact he asked.
"Yeah, of course. I don't mind, just leave me some please." Jimmy said, hugging his partner.
The next thing Jim knew was the fact that he was being picked up by Scott with the only thing supporting him being his husband's arms on his thighs. Jimmy rested his head against Scott's shoulder, allowing him to sink his fangs into his skin as they walked inside. (PLEASE THIS ISNT SMUT! ITS ANGST ISTG)
Jimmy started feeling very drowsy as he started losing blood, barely hearing Scott murmering to him.
•Scott's POV ~ After He Puts Jimmy To Bed•
Scott: Sausage? Jim hasn't woken up, and it's been two whole hours.
Sausage: how much blood did u take? jesus man
Scott: Not much. But I don't know much about felines or how much blood they need to their heart, head, and lungs.
Sausage: Dude wtf whyd u take it then? U probs killed him lemme come over k
Scott: Okay. Also your spelling physically hurts me, Mythical J. Sausage.
Sausage: lmao sucks 2 b u ig
Sausage: kk, im omw
Scott: I can feel my brain tissue melting. Never message me agajn, please.
•When Sausage Arrived •
"How long has he been out?" Sausage asked Scott, staring at Jim's limp body in the bed.
"Almost two hours now. He stopped breathing just before you got here." Scott said, monotone.
"Oh shit. Scott, I, I'm so sorry. I came as fast as I could but I-"
"I know. There's no need to explain yourself." Scott cut him off. "Now, lets go meet him at spawn."