Whumptober Day12
(Insomnia)
I believe it was @luwyv who invented the basis of this
I just checked and it is. It’s also crazy because they just made a post about it-
It was a gift and a curse. During long battles, being able to easily resist sleep was a blessing. On slow nights when his bed was warm, it was such a curse.
This was one of those cursed nights. Taking a watch helped him these nights, but he had watched yesterday and the day before that and now the Old Man was getting suspicious. The last thing Wild needed was for them to bully him into sleeping.
Or worse. Sleep jail.
He shivered at the thought of Sleep Jail. It happened to Time once. He’d taken too many watches and the top of the mountain was when he didn’t wake anyone else up for their watches. Sky Sleep Jail-ed Time. Time slept very soundly that night, but it looked painful.
Wild refused to get Sleep Jail-ed.
He laid down in his spot beside Twilight, who had his head on Wild’s hip. This was far better than Sleep Jail.
Wild loved Sky, but getting bear hugged to sleep by the Skyloftian sounded like a death sentence.
He tried to keep his leg from bouncing. Time was on watch and Wild did snitch on Time and made Sky put him in Sleep Jail. There was no way he wasn’t out for blood.
Wild felt the single eye staring at him. There was no way the Old Man was going to let him live like this. He was going to be cursed to Sleep Jail by Time. He should just consign to his fate-
“Do you bounce your legs in your sleep?” Shit.
Wild froze. He then realized that he was bouncing his leg, but what were the odds that he was talking about him? Four twitches in his sleep!
“Ow!” A rock hit his forehead. Wild heard Time laugh. Wild reached up to rub his forehead, now very conscious about Twilight on his hip. “What the fuck was that for?” Wild whispered.
“You’ll be in Sleep Jail tomorrow. Just so you know,” He sounded so lax as if that isn’t a world level threat.
“I beg you!” Wild whispered. He saw Twilight’s ear twitch. He did not need someone on Time’s side. He would not be locked in Sleep Jail.
Time hummed. “Sleep Jail sounds nice for you.”
“What did I do?” Wild knew what he did. It was obvious that Time knew that he knew with the glare he gave Wild. “In my defense, it was a joke.”
“Well, this isn’t a joke. Sleep Jail for you,” Time sang. He then proceeded to chant “Sleep Jail” another few times.
Wild wanted to move, but Twilight’s gigantic head was still on his hip.
If he had to silence the Old Man, he would.
Now Wild knew how he would silence him without moving from his spot. A smug grin fell onto Wild’s face. “You’re going to make Sky Sleep Jail me, right?”
“Yep,” Time said, emphasizing the P.
“Okay well-“ Wild swung his hand to where he put the Slate. Time wore metal armor. When he reached and didn’t feel anything, he looked back. There was no Sheikah Slate. “What?”
“I’m no fool,” Wild locked eyes with Time. Time was waving around his Slate. “Smithy’s done it before. Never again.”
Wild grumbled. “It was funny though.”
“You know what else is funny?”
“Don’t-“
“Sleep Jail.”
Wild was suddenly overcome by the urge to show Time his pretty little middle finger. He didn’t, but he wanted to. With love of course.
“What do I have to do for no Sleep Jail?” Wild asked, desperation clouding his voice.
Seconds passed. Long, suffocating, but not really, seconds passed.
“I don’t think there is anything. Let’s call it revenge, shall we?”
Wild grumbled.
“Growl again, I dare you,” Wild was startled by the voice coming from his hip. Twilight had a sneer on his face.
“Sorry,” Wild whispered, putting his hand on Twilight’s head and forcing it back on his lap. Twilight was back asleep almost immediately. Wild took a relieved exhale.
“Sleep Jail,” Time was certainly mocking him now. Wild saw the smile on his face. He refrained from groaning again.
The camp was quiet as Wild shut his mouth. Time chuckled.
“Sounds like you’ve given up,” Time mumbled.
Wild decided that now was the time to show Time his finger.
“I love you too. You’re still going to Sleep Jail though. In the wise words of the Champion, “Sleeping is Sleepy.” What does that even mean?”
“It means that…” Wild had no idea what that meant. He ate a weird mushroom that day. Wild groaned.
Wild let out a startled yelp as pain ripped through his hip. Groans rang from across the camp.
“I dared you,” Twilight muttered.
“Did you fucking bite me?” Wild yelled. He forgot to contain his voice.
“Will you shut up already!” Four shouted.
“I will bite er’body, if you all start nonsense,” Twilight groggily shouted. It was evident that Wild’s hip was just too comfortable for him to leave.
Wild shoved him off anyway. Twilight obviously tried for a Wolfie whine, but in his Hylian form, it came out as a muffled scream. Time snorted, trying to stop his laughing with his mouth. Twilight’s eyes truly opened after that. Twilight looked up, probably at the moon. He then looked back at Time, who was also looking up at the moon, a grim expression replaced his smile.
Time looked back at Twilight. They met eyes. Time pointed to Wild. “He hasn’t slept at all tonight.”
Wild jumped on the defensive. “Maybe I would be asleep if you didn’t throw a rock at me!”
“Put him in Sleep Jail.”
“Put him in Sleep Jail!”
“You’re both getting Jail-ed,” a sleepy voice murmured. It was a voice they knew all too well.
“Goddesses no-“ Time put his head in his hands.
“Sky, please! He threw a rock at me!”
“Jail.”
Sky did what he promised the next night.
“So…was it worth it?” Wild asked, the Skyloftian’s right arm and leg squishing his body into Time’s.
“I wish I could say that it was.”
“Sleep Jail is for sleep’in, not chat’in! Close ‘em eyes!” Twilight pointed at them. They both glared at him, Twilight was smiling.
Wild and Time huffed, but they closed their eyes.
“This will not cure my insomnia,” The two victims thought.
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