hello beans!! hope you're doing well đ ^w^ I know you've probably gotten a lot of requests - but I'm gonna add to that pile anyway because it's fun and also your writing is wonderful and always cheers me up to read!! I'm so inspired by your drabbles and you really bring these characters and this little world to life ;w;
From drabble list #1:
14. "Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up."
Character(s): honestly anyone, but my gut was saying Es as soon as I saw that sentence so... up to you!
Woo thank you pal, same to you!! Thanks for your kind words ah ;--; This is the perfect line for Es omg, I've been cracking up over it for so long đ I was tempted to write them waking up for T2, taking one look around and going "uh-uh," but decided on some T1 comedy...
Es rarely dreamed. Usually it was vague images and thoughts. Sometimes it was just them thinking about breakfast the following morning. Occasionally they were plagued by a nightmare of being forced to sing karaoke with the prisoners. Most of the time, though, it was just silence that welcomed them at the end of the day. Wonderful, peaceful, silence.
BANG-BANG-BANG!
Someone slammed their fist on the door. Es just about fell out of bed.
Mikotoâs voice came from outside. âOi, get up! Thereâs been⌠uh⌠an incident!â
That was the last thing a prison guard wanted to hear at -- Es checked the clock -- 2am. Damn.Â
They muttered to themself as they threw on their uniform. Why the prisonâs cells didnât lock was beyond them. Some of the prisoners were more troublesome than others, but the first trial had been going smoothly thus far. Why now?Â
Their mind flashed with various possibilities, each one worse than the last, all urging them forward. By the time they were running down the hallway, their shirt buttons were a row off, and they had to switch their shoes to the opposite foot. They adjusted the cap clumsily on their head.
Fear gripped their chest as they heard Jackalopeâs voice crying out for help from the panopticon. Jackalope never called for help.Â
Es burst into the room. The prisoners froze, looking up guiltily.Â
They sat in a huddle on the floor. Yuno and Muu held the little furry warden over a tub of sudsy water. Bottles of soap and shampoo sat nearby. An assortment of brushes and combs sat to the side. Splashes of water spread across the prisoners and ground, speaking to several failed attempts at getting Jackalope into the bath.
Nearby, Mahiru was holding up the tiny guardâs uniform, her sewing kit spread out on her lap. Es spotted bandages on Yunoâs and Kazuiâs fingers. Shidou was currently dabbing blood off Fuutaâs nose as he fumed. Jackalope leaned over to nip at the hands holding him, but Yuno and Muu held him fast.
âEs!â came his frantic voice as he thrashed around. âYou gotta help me! Make them stop, dammit!âÂ
From the group of prisoners who had been watching from a distance, Haruka turned to them. âOh! Es! Th-they thought that he needed a -- uh, a bath! His uniform had a h-hole, and Mahiru can s-sew! And they thought, they thought we could do it all t-together⌠Muu called it a -- a spa nightâŚâÂ
âAt two in the morning?â Was all that came to mind.
âWe tried to get him to do it earlier today,â Muu said, âbut we didnât get a chance until now.â
âThey didnât get a chance to kidnap me, she means!â He squirmed around some more, swinging his antlers wildly. âThey hid around the corner and nabbed me like the filthy criminals they are!!â
Yuno said, âhold still,â as she brought him closer to the water. He kicked his feet wildly, screaming at Es to show a little authority and do something.Â
âHold on a second,â they stopped her.
They closed their eyes, pinching the bridge of their nose. They took a measured breath. They were here to contemplate sin and crime, guilt and forgiveness. Their job should have consisted of questions about morality and life and death; they never anticipated looking around their prison and asking, âis human shampoo even safe for his fur?â
Kotoko spoke up from the other side of the room. âThatâs what I thought, but is he really a rabbit? He eats human food and everything, we didnât think a bit of soap was that different.â
Jackalope disagreed (âthat stuff is as bad as poison -- poison I tell you!â) but the others chimed in with their agreement. From around the room came promises that they were being gentle with him, and that theyâd keep quiet, and that theyâd dry and brush his fur really well when theyâd finished, and that theyâd feed him treats, and that his uniform was already good as new, and so on. A few complaints at getting bit mingled with Jackalopeâs own insults.Â
â-- Alright.â Es held up a hand to silence them all. They knew a warden shouldnât be making compromises with their prisoners. At the same time, they didnât have the energy to argue about bunny baths at this time of night. âYou can continue, but wash him outside of the tub. And go easy on the shampoo. Any mess you make must be cleaned by morning.âÂ
They were met with excitement and thanks. Jackalope grumbled that they were too soft, but he sounded relieved as he was whisked away from the dreaded bathwater.Â
Es sighed. There may have been a few bites and bumps, but that was all. No emergency, no fight, no danger plagued Milgram tonight. Their relief quickly turned to annoyance. They leveled their gaze at Mikoto as he entered from the hallway behind.
âPlease tell me this isnât why you woke me up.â
âHuh? Oh, this? No, no -- we have everything under control. Aw, Mappi, that looks great!â
He pointed at her sewing job, revealing bandages on his hands as well. It looked like no one was safe from the rabbitâs little teeth⌠Then Mikoto jabbed a thumb casually over his shoulder. âNah, the faucet in the menâs room broke when we tried filling the basin. The whole roomâs flooded now. I think itâs gonna start spilling into the hallway soon.â
âWHAT?â
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