RUSSDEL!!! RSUSDEL!!!! TAKIGN CARE OF TINY NOODLE
HEY UM I GOT SUPER INVOLVED IN THIS AND MOSTLY WROTE ABOUT NOODLE UM BYE???? IM GARBAGE??
Everything spoken in Japanese was supposed to be italicizes but Tungle Dot Hell undid that for me YEET
Noodle slipped her fingers through the open door, as shaky as they were. A cold sweat ran down her forehead, making her shiver even more.
Russel was dead asleep. But his gf (ghost boyfriend), Del, was perched on top of his head like he was sitting on a chair, writing something in a gnotebook (ghost notebook). He stared at Noodle as she walked in, eyes wide open, lips trembling.
Del wasn’t around the little guitarist all that much except for performances. She had given off such a bad ass vibe that he didn’t react for a solid 5 seconds, purely due to shock.
“What’s up?” he asked quietly, awkwardly dropping his gnotebook and beckoning her over. Noodle did just that, walking with a heavy step to fall on her back onto Russel’s bed, staring up into the ceiling.
She figured Del didn’t know Japanese. She tried to gesture “nightmares” with her arms wildly, but the flapping her arms and making her fingers form claws really just made her look hyper more than anything.
Del had slid down from the back of Russel’s head and behind Noodle, crossing his legs and laying a palm over her forehead, hoping it would be a gesture of care. Of course, she couldn’t feel it. But she appreciated it at the moment.
Del didn’t know her very well at all, but he knew the immense love Russel had for Noodle.
“Uhhh…. is there a wild animal in the house? A zombie?” Del guessed, chuckling at her wild flapping and hand gestures. And of course, Noodle didn’t really understand him either. So she dropped trying to tell him what was up, resting her hands on her chest. She had almost forgot why she was there in the first place.
They sat there in silence for a minute, Del tracing patterns on her forehead, trying to somehow communicate that he was trying to make her feel better. He didn’t even know why she was upset in the first place.
He decided to let Russel take over. He wasn’t exactly making the situation any better, as much as he wished he could.
Del tapped her forehead. Noodle shifted her eyes up to stare at the phantom leaning over her. He jerked a spindly thumb at his rf (real boyfriend) and whispered, “Russel?”
The little girl nodded, and rubbed her fingers over her runny nose. At least they both understood that.
Del couldn’t be “physical” as long as Russel was awake, so he had to have somebody wake him up. He couldn’t manually do it. So he pointed at Russel, smiled, flicked his own nose with his other hand, and then pointed at Noodle. Noodle cracked a small smile and nodded, hearing the message loud and clear. She propped herself up and stretched out an arm to crack it. Wiggling her way between Russel’s chest and sprawled out arm, she lifted an arm and, with the grace of a water buffalo, flicked his nose with a small giggle.
Russel’s eyes immediately flew open. He jerked his head up and shouted “DEL WAHT THE F U CK.” Then he saw two wide, dark eyes peering up at him from the crook of his arm, appearing both melancholic and bubbly at the same time.
She craned her neck to look behind her. The friendly, blue ghost was already gone. Russel blinked slowly, too scared to even look at what unholy hour of the morning it was. Noodle whispers into his ear, in Japanese, “I had nightmares. I don’t know why they’re here, and it scared me.”
Russel only knew a little Japanese, but he was gonna try his HECKING DARNDEST to comfort his Actual Daughter. He scooped his arm around the small of Noodle’s back, wrapping her in a loose hug. She laid her chin against Russel’s chest, closing her eyes.
“Your blue friend. The one who kisses you sometimes during performances when you think I can’t see it. He tried to help, but I don’t think he speaks Japanese.” she continued, slightly muffled by Russel’s shirt.
Russel couldn’t help but smile. He ran a finger through her hair, careful not to rip through any snags in her thick hair. “He can speak Japanese perfectly fine, Noodle. He’s wicked smart.”
A pause. “…You said you had nightmares.”
Noodle nodded, somehow sadly, and let out a small sigh. “I don’t know why I have them. They are not normal. It’s scenes from things I don’t ever remember happening. But they feel familliar.”
Russel continued running his hands through her hair, frowning. “I wouldn’t think much of it, sweetie. I would have nightmares, too, if I was exposed to Murdoc at age 10.”
This brought a stifled giggle from Noodle, finally feeling like her old self. She wrapped an arm around Russel’s stomach, finally relaxed after all that trouble.
“Do you want to sleep in here?” Russel asked, already slurred from drowsiness. Noodle nodded, allowing Russel to slip right the fuck back into slumber. Zoom zoom, bitch.
As soon as his eyes closed, Noodle could see a faint blue light in front of her through her eyelids. She cracked open an eye to be greeted with Del perched back on Russel’s head, legs crossed, and holding a notebook. He smiled a toothy grin at Noodle.
“You could have just said something.”