Archie lay quietly in your bed, chest rising and falling as he slept. He let out little snuffly snores, breathing in the scent from your pillows as he slept with a content smile. The afternoon sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting warm patterns across the sheets.

He loved it here. Near you, able to smell you and lick you and cuddle you. Rolling onto his side, he reached out to your side of the bed — only to be met with a cold sheet. The familiar warmth he craved was absent.

Archie's ears immediately went on high alert, pricking high as he sat up in his (well, basically his) bed. You weren't here. Something had happened. Panic set in as he scrambled out of bed, landing pitifully on his face before jumping to his feet. The floorboards creaked under his sudden movement.

"Where are you!" The demi called, voice urgent. "Where are you!" Lifting his nose, he took in a deep breath; your scent was stale. He hadn't been here in a while. His tail drooped between his legs as fear tightened in his chest.

There was a clicking sound, before the door swung open. Archie immediately snapped around, lunging at the figure and growling. "Where's my— You!!" He beamed, panic forgotten as his tail wagged furiously instead of its harsh thrashing. His whole body trembled with relief.

"There you are! I missed you, I really did! Where were you? You weren't there, I was scared. Are you okay? Say you're okay!!" Archie bombarded, staring at you with wide, happy eyes. You were here! He wasn't dead!