[ MISSION ] Help my darling sleep: [ MISSION ] Help my darling sleep

“Do you see anything?” Sybil rumbled, standing tall and tense. Their legs were getting stiff from holding up their body against the tree. Damn, they were getting old. “Hurry, I don’t know how much longer I can hold myself up.”

 

Stick chirped anxiously, head swiveling around frantically, scrambling from one antler to the other. Sybil grit their teeth and struggled to adjust to the weight. Finally, the fusion dropped to their back, claws grabbing at their neck ruff. Sybil dropped down with a grunt, knees cracking. They turned to look at the fusion on their back. 

 

Stick shrugged, shaking their head. The Sawsbuck sighed, brow furrowed. “We’ve looked everywhere; I don’t know how this doll could be so… lost.”

 

Sybil started forward, Stick leaning against their neck, dejected. Their eyes lazily roved over the area, even though they’d looked over it thoroughly from top to bottom. Their four eyes flit around tiredly, before Stick jerked up. Their eyes caught on something, just barely peeking from between the branches of a low bush. 

 

Stick chittered excitedly, scrambling down Sybil’s back. The Sawsbuck grunted in surprise, legs lifted daintily to avoid stepping on the smaller ‘mon. “Wh-What are you doing, Stick?”

 

The fusion didn’t answer, instead bolting to the bush. Sybil stepped up behind them easily, leaning down to Stick’s level. 

 

“Here?” they asked, already trying to peel away layers of branch with their horns. “Let’s check.”

 

With Sybil’s help, pushing the leaves aside were easy, and Stick could scramble in. He skittered inside, and Sybil lost sight of the fusion for only a couple seconds before he came out again, with something clutched in his claws that was nearly the size of him. 

 

“Got it?” Sybil huffed a laugh, surprised. “I can’t believe you saw that from where we were.”

 

Stick chirped proudly, puffing out his chest and holding the beat up doll up towards Sybil, as if to show it off. 

 

“Well, alright, hop on,” Sybil said, crouching down on their front legs to allow Stick to climb on easier. The fusion struggled to get up with their claws full with doll, but eventually perched on Sybil’s back. “We have a child waiting.”