Untouchable | fdom x ghost x konig

✰ | eighteen ;

The day was one thing... but the night. The night was something worse. Something harsher, something colder. Something that binds my wrists and locks me terrifying below. I watched the sun disappear and the darkness take over.

But... I don't want to let it consume me. Konig and Ghost are in my room as we play a game of cards. It was around midnight, lights out was an hour ago... but, we were still awake. I put down a card, before trying to peer over at Konig's hand. He pulls back, turning his body away from me. I can see the pout in his eyes. 

"Nein, that's not fair." He whines, but as he gathers them all into one stack. Ghost puts down a card, before looking over at the clock. Konig filters through his cards, before putting down another. My eyelids felt heavy and the world outside of my window was pitch black. I just hope that Price doesn't find out that the lights in my room are on. Or that I have two other soldiers with me. 

I put another card down. Then Ghost does the same. Then Konig. Then me again. Then Ghost. Then Konig. Me. Ghost. Konig. Me. Ghost. Konig. Me. Ghost. Konig. 

I shake my head, not having a higher card than the one that he just put down. Fighting back a yawn, I rub my eyes as I rescan my cards. I didn't want to admit it, but... I was exhausted. Beyond exhausted, I was barely awake. "Aren't you tired?" Ghost asks the obvious, pushing the cards toward Konig.

"No," I say quickly. "Not at all." I put down a card and wave dismissively. There's obvious doubt in Ghost's eyes, but he nods along. Konig begins to organize his cards and glances over his hand. Ghost puts another card down. The cycles goes again, then again, and before I can even realize it, my eyelids are beginning to droop closed.

I can feel myself fall asleep, my eyes sliding shut as I tried to stay awake. I rest my cheek against my palm, sighing. I hear Konig mumble to himself, deciding which card to put down. My hand falls to my lap and it's... quiet.

A deep, dark, rumbling sensation spreads through me. Silence, darkness, and the back of my eyelids are purely black. Not like the whimsical splotches of colors, swirling, glistening, reflecting on a dark background... but black.

Black like the darkness.

Black like the inside of a coffin.

I jolt awake, gasping as I nearly pitch forward into Ghost's hands that gather the cards. I blink rapidly, the sudden hot flash that washed over me entirely making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I take in my surroundings: the familiar walls of my dorm and the bed beneath my legs... My heart beats quickly in my chest, to which I rub my face. God... This sucks. They seem to be cleaning up, making as little noise as possible to avoid waking me up. I lean forward, grabbing Ghost's hand to stop him from ending the game. "W-Wait," I clear my throat, realizing that they had eased my cards out of my hand when I was briefly asleep.

"You're tired, Canary." Ghost grumbles, and I shake my head insistently.

"No, no, I'm not. Really, I'm not tired. Let's keep playing." I plead, just as Konig tilts his head at me. He's wondering why I'm... Shit. Why am I acting like this?

Am I scared? Scared of what? Of the... darkness...? "Are you okay, Liebling?" I pause, letting go of Ghost's hand and raising my own defensively. I'm on edge and they both can see it. 

"Yea. Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine." My words are clipped and quick, in the most obvious lie I've ever been caught in. Ghost and Konig exchange a glance. A deep, dark pit of dread fills in my stomach and I feel queasy. "What? Im perfectly fine. Like, nothing is wrong. At all. Why would anything be wrong?" I rattle off hurriedly, rubbing the back of my neck. Konig takes my hands in his, rubbing his thumbs over the back of my palms. I raise my eyes to his.