Knights against the Night Part 8

Bolt knew he was new at this, but surely he was missing something.

Freddie retreated to his bedroom, and sat up on the bed.

For a long time that was all he did, sat staring at the wall, clutching at Bolt’s fur. Clutch and brush down, clutch and brush down.

Finally Freddie seemed to come to some kind a decision and lifted the small bear up to stare into his eyes.

“Bunny.” The boy said, sending Bolt’s mind whirling. There were tears in the kid’s eyes.

Bolt didn't know what to expect, so having the kid crawl beneath the covers and curl around him was unexpected.

He was starting to think there was something wrong here.

Silent tears soaked into his fur and the kid shuddered as he sobbed.

Eventually the kid fell asleep and Bolt half expected the kid’s grip to loosen, but he clung tightly, not letting him go.

Bolt sighed, staring at the duvet above his head.

There had been another toy beside the bed, an old blue rabbit. If Freddie had more they were neatly tidied away.

The bedroom had been rather too tidy to belong to a five year old child.

Bolt tried to remember all the presents Freddie had received, but most were clothes, or books, or crafting stuff. Not one toy in the lot that Bolt could talk to.

He had his doubts about the rabbit, it hadn’t reacted to him, or the kid.

Bolt closed his eyes, playing dead.

What was he doing here?