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The room was quiet except for the faint buzz of Atrocity’s sparking wires as he slept beside you, curled protectively around your waist. His breathing was steady, his goggles slipping crooked across his face, his dim eye flickering faintly beneath his mess of burnt-orange hair.

Then it hit—Sam’s snore.

SSNNNHHKHHHRRRRHHHHHHHH—

The walls practically vibrated. You stifled a laugh, burying your face against Atrocity’s chest. He shifted with a grunt, his body twitching against yours as if the noise had wormed its way into his dreams.

“…shhhuddup, old man…” he mumbled, voice crackly and broken with static. His paw twitched against your side, holding you tighter. “…always… loud…”

Another snore thundered through the hall. Atrocity huffed in his sleep, wires giving a faint spark. “… snrk… stupid pipes…”

You couldn’t help but smile, brushing your hand over the singed fur on his chest. Despite the racket from Sam, Atrocity was already slipping deeper into sleep again, his mumbling fading into the rhythm of soft, tired breaths.

The snoring carried on through the night, but wrapped up in his warmth, it was easy to forget the noise. Atrocity never let go.

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