Killing Monsters

He slipped out of his den early in the morning, feeling restless and tired. He hadn't slept much in his own den since the flood and instead had chosen to bunk with Grimoire. He didn't know if the earthen male was okay with it, or if he just put up with him because he felt like he had to, but whatever the case, Ansem had yet to hear any complaint about it. He had chosen to sleep in his own den for the last few days because his nightmares had been more frequent, and he didn't want to accidentally wake up Grimoire again in the middle of the night. While he had some knowledge of herbal remedies thanks to his mother, he had no idea what he could do to try and quell them. Was there even anything he could do? He hadn't really told anyone of his issues just yet...Grimoire was aware of them because...well...he'd been hanging around and helping him with things here and there, and even the times he was around mom, he did his best to hide his issues. But he was desperate now to try and get some actual sleep. He was so tired, and it was starting to affect him. Seeking out his mother, he headed toward where she might be working, peeking into the room with all the nervousness in the world. "Mom?"


"Speech!"