Alucard's POV:
. . .
*sadistic eyes*
Ha...
*psychotic grin*
Ha... ha... haha...
*perilous stare*
HHAHAHAHAHHAH!!!
*devilish laughter*
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. . .
It's so dark and scary, yet...
it's... it's...
*sadistic grin*
AMUSING as HELL!!!
*glare murderously*
I... I....
*grins perilously*
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This... is....
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THIS IS-!
"Alucard, WAKE UP!!!"
- an unknown voices shouts loudly in unison.
"! ! !"
. . .
As I'm in a state of pleasure and suffering, I heard someone...
. . .
"? ? ?"
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A warm, familiar voice... That's calling my name.
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"Alucard! Wake up, son!"
- my papa worriedly ask.
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At that time, everything goes back to normal.
*gasp*
I tried to scan my surroundings, looking paranoid.
"Pa... Pa?... Mama?"
- I ask confusedly.
The moment I talked, they hugged me so tight.
"? ? ?"
So tight that I can't barely breath.
"Oh Alucard *sob*, my precious son! Thanks the heavens you're *sniff* *sniff* you're back!"
- my mama worriedly said while crying.
"? ? ?"
"You've been staring murderously while laying the bed. *sob* and... and... *sniff* you've been laughing creepily for an hour. *sob* Your father and I, started to wonder what happened into you."
- my mama worriedly said.
. . .
*sob*
"Wwwaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!! *bawling*"
- I whine as loud as I can.
*bawling*
I'm still confused of the sudden events that occurred to me.
. . .
But after all that happened...
"*bawl*"
I'm so thankful that it's was just a dream.
"*sob*"
A very, bad dream.
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"MAMA!!! PAPA!!! I'M SO SCARED! WwAAAAAHhHH!!!!"
- I cried.
"It looks so real! I was alone... No one's there! And.... And... I....-"
- I cried loudly.
"Shh.... It's okay now... Shh..."
- my mama calms me down.
"You must be enduring a very, very bad dream. *worried* But don't worry, Mama and Papa are here now."
- my mama comforts me.
*sob*
". . ."
- my mama and papa are getting worried.
"Sweetheart we should let our son calm for a while."
- my papa said worriedly.
"I agree sweety pie. It's hard for our dear son to endure his nightmare. And he also need to rest since he's been in that state for hours. For now, the best thing we can do for him is giving him some time to recover. Nightmare is not a joke, especially in his age. We are not yet aware what nightmare he went through. So, let's give him a moment to recollect his thoughts and let himself calm down."
- my mama said
"So you heard your mama, son! *cheer* If you need something, just call us and we'll be right in your side in a jiffy!"
- my papa cheerfully said.
"Heheheheheh!"
- my papa laugh.
"You can take as many time as you want. No worries, our schedule for this day won't be postponed. I guarantee you that!"
- my papa proudly said.
? ? ?
"What... schedule?"
- I curiously ask.
"Eh?"
- my papa and mama let's out a confused tone.
The moment I asked my papa, he flinched and exchange looks to mama.
"Sweety pie???"
- my mother glares at papa, funnily.
"Hmm... What's with that look sweetheart? It's not like our son will-"
- my papa hesitantly replied.
Before papa manage to finish his statement, I ask him again about the schedule today, in a repetitive, and annoying manner.
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When papa looked at me, his expression is showing regret of what he just said earlier.
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"Sweety pie..."
- my mama ask sinisterly, in a comical manner.
"Have you forgotten, that our dear son over here won't calm down WHENEVER something piques him?"
- my mama glares at papa, comically.
"Aaahhh..... *panic* Aaaaahhhh... Really?? *panic* Is that so? *panic*... *gulp* I'M SO SORRY!!!! I'M SO SORRY SWEETHEART!"
- my papa begs, comically.
"What's the schedule today papa? C'mon tell me!, TELL ME!!!"
- I annoyingly ask.
"*sob*"
- my father cries, comically.
"Now, our dear son won't be able to calm down BECAUSE of you! NOISY husband."
- my mother rants, funnily.
"I'm so sorry...*sob* I'm so sorry..."
-my papa cries funnily.
- - - A few moments later - - -
[ after the explainations ]
"Wait... Wait a BLASTED SECONDS! Today's the day we'll have picnic? REALLY??!"
- I shouted excitedly.
"Yes dear."
- my mama glares at my papa funnily.
"Supposedly, we wanted to surprise you today but BECAUSE of your TALKATIVE father, who can't even KEPT his MOUTH SHUT for a half day... All our plan WASTED in a matter of SECONDS!!!"
- my mama rants as she pinched papa's left ear.
"Aw! Aw! AWW- AWRAWTCH!"
- my papa whined.
*whisper: What the heck is that language? Is that a newly generated ones?*
"But before that, we need to make sure you calmed down first, dear."
- my mama calmly said.
"Going out in a picnic.with no peace of mind means nothing. Picnic should be stress-free and enjoyable. So, for now, stay here and-"
- my mama advices.
"WHAT the heck are you talking mama? I'm 101% okay! I mean, look at my muscles! They're all buffy and healthy as always! And.look at me! I'm more energetic than I used to be!"
- I winked at them, comically.
Whike I keep my charm, I continuously showing my Big O' Muscles *smooch* and doing karate!
*HEYYAHH!!*
My mama and papa, they watched me appealing to them and after that, they're exchanging looks as I, proudly shown them my Beautiful Muscles!
Yeeahhh bhoii!
"Alright, that's enough. We've seen what we ought to see, dear. Just please, stop doing that."
- my mama is having an awkward moment.
"Why sweetheart? Aren't you proud that our son have-"
- my papa replies to her, confidently.
"*glare*"
- my mama glares in a comical way.
"WHY DO YOU KEEP STARING AT ME LIKE THAT? Please have mercy!"
- my papa begs again in a comical manner.
"Anyway, are you sure you're okay? Besides, there's nothing wrong resting a bit."
- my papa gone serious as he asked me.
"*pft!* I'M VERY MUCH FINE papa... There's nothing to be worried about."
- I said while giving a thumbs up to them.
". . ."
- my papa and mama gone silent.
I know they can tell that I'm not fine because of my eye behaviour.
They can tell more than I did.
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To be honest, I'm really, really stressed.
*sigh of disappoinment*
Thanks to that NIGHTMARISH dream I had.
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I wanted to tell them so badly at how scary, and how terrible it is.
*grit*
But *depressed* I don't want to make them worried about me any more.
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I've made them worried earlier, I don't want to make them worry than they are right now.
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"D*rn it!"
- I cursed within my thoughts.
"Okay! If that's what our big O' son said, then there's nothing to be worried!"
- my dad cheered up the mood.
"But sweety, our dear son is not fine. He still needs to-"
- my mama said in a worried tone.
"Sheesh... Fret not, my sweetheart! Heheheheh! You see, worrying makes you age faster. So, cut it out. I don't wanna see my wife becomes decrepit than I am."
- my father jokes around.
"What... did you... Say??!"
- my mama's triggered.
"Oh sh*t! I'm doomed."
- my papa gone scared and mumbles.
"Anyway, *laugh in awkwardness* we still haven't able to prepare anything for the picnic son. So.... Umm..."
- my papa hesitated.
It's because of me that they haven't prepared anything.
*guilty*
"So, is there anything you'd like to ask dear?"
- my mama ask.
"Oh yeah! I forgot to ask this earlier... Mama, papa... What is picnic?"
- I ask curiously.
*crow of silence*
I asked them what's picnic all about, but the response I got?
*stare of disbelief towards Alucard's pqrents*
Well...
*embarrassed*
I don't know maan! I feel like it's an awkward question.
"Sweetheart, did our son just hit his head somewhere?"
- my papa ask in a comical tone.
" . . . "
- my mama gone silent.
After all the awkwardness....
*burst of laughter towards Alucard's parents*
They all laugh hysterically.
*embarrassed*
Well, I don't know why they're laughing.
*embarrassed*
I'm.... I'm serious upon asking that!
*burst of laughter of his parents*
Hey!? Don't you dare laugh at me!
*grumping*
I said HEY?!
*pouting*
*ugh*
How rude! *cry in a comical way*
- - - Minutes have passed - - -
Meanwhile, my parents are so busy! They go there, they go that, they're EVERYWHERE!
*spinning*
I think Imma *bluurrggghh* throw up! My vision is spinning like CRAZY brruh!
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Okay! No more over reacting folks! Time to get serious and behave like a disciplined observant.
*hmph!*
Narrator's POV:
Young Alucard quietly observed his busy parents, preparing for the picnic.
He observes every movements they do.
While observing, he saw that his mother is cooking a delicious food for the picnic.
*Hmmmm... It smells so good! I wish I'm invited too. Ouch!*
As for his father, he's in-charge of the equipments such as picnic cloth or picnic mat or whatsoever chuchuche thingy.
*Wait a minute, using a word 'equipment' for the said picnic is kinda... Umm.. who cares anyway?*
Bleeeh!
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While Alucard's father busy refilling the water bottles, his wife stepped into something, which made her slip.
*slip*
But before she fell to the floor, Alucard's father caught her in time, in a royalty/princess/bridal style.