This was requested by - yukichan9094

!Warning! Angsty and very sad Inmo

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Inmo sat under Bjorn's statue. He was curled into a small ball, his arms hugging his leg. His back rested against the stone that the statue was made of, his tail wrapping around his body. His head buried into his knees, trying to hide from the cruel, cruel world.

Inmo's cheeks were stained with tear streaks, his cheeks a bright red. He sniffled as more tears fell from his eyes.

The cold wind nicked his shirtless body as he sat there.

Alone.

In the dark.

Alone.

As cold wind flew by.

All alone.

His body shook with sobs and shivered from the cold. One of his hands clamped over his mouth to stop any noise from coming out as he tried to calm down.

He sat there for what seemed like hours, sobbing, and trying to calm down. Finally, after what felt like forever, he calmed down enough to speak somewhat understandable.

He finally took his head from out of his knees to look at the stars. It was still very late at night, and the wind still blew strong. Inmo's hair got caught in his eyes and his cheeks as the wind blew through it.

A small sigh escaped the explosive mage's mouth as he rested his head against the cold, hard stone of the statue.

"Boss," He spoke softly, his lips quivering as more tears threatened to fall. He shut his eyes as he took in a deep breath. In for four, hold for seven, out for eight.

'In for four, hold for seven, out for eight.'

'In for four, hold for seven, out for eight.'

'In for four, hold for seven, out for eight.'

Inmo repeated to himself as he wiped his new tears away.

'In for four, hold for seven, out for eight.'

'In for four, hold for seven, out for eight.'

'In for four, hold for seven, out for eight.'

After a few more minutes of this, he took in one more deep breath and let it out, finally feeling calm.

Inmo looked back up at the sky, seeing the stars dance and twinkle.

"Boss," He started once more, "I-i miss you, Boss" he felt his lip quiver once again but his tears stayed put. He let out a sigh before continuing, "I w-wish you here now... but you s-saved us," Inmo's lips tugged up slightly as he spoke, "S-so thank y-you, Boss,"

He felt his shoulders relax. He stayed there in peace and silence for a little while, the sound of nature was always so nice. He felt so safe. Like he could spill the world's secrets and everything would be okay.

Although he may have felt calm, he knew something was off. He wanted to say something, although he didn't know what. He thought and thought, but couldn't think of anything. That was until he saw a small little anthill.

'An anthill.'

'Ants.'

'A small colony.'

'Almost like...'

Then it clicked.

The thing.

The thing he wished to talk about.

His old village.

He never knew what happened to it. One moment it was there, then the next, not.

He smiled at the fond memories he had there. Growing up. His family. His friends. Everyone. He wondered where they were.

He had stopped crying and only shivered due to the cold. His mind slowly began to trail away from them and to his friend.

No.

Not any friend.

His best friend.

The one who was always there for him. And helped him. And laughed with him. And did everything with him.

A light blush dusted Inmo's face as he thought of him.

He also might have developed a crush on him. 'I mean, who wouldn't?! He was perfect!' Inmo thought to himself, closing his eyes.

"Boss, do you remember the stories I told you about him? You know, my childhood best friend and the one I loved more than anything?" Inmo asked the Viking. Well, Viking's statue, "I'm sure you do," he finished as he looked back up to the sky. His eyes opened once more scanning the dark, twinkling sky.

Suddenly, a wave of sadness crashed over Inmo as he remembers he would most likely never see him again. He would never see his mom, dad, siblings, friends, family, neighbors, or the rest of the village. He would never see the other people he ran into during his journey to Adlantide. All the villages he came across, gone within a matter of seconds. He never knew why, but he thinks he knows now why.

It was him.

He did it.

Inmo destroyed his village.

And every village he came across.

He knew this fact but never thought about it too much. He acknowledge it but that was it. He never thought about it to this extent.

He felt the tears come back.

The wind felt colder. Stronger. Like it was mad at him.

He buried his head into his knees once more, trying to hide his tears.

He didn't like this.

'Was Boss mad at me for crying?' Inmo thought, 'Maybe because I was weak? Is it because I killed him? Destroyed those villages?'

Inmo didn't know why. He just wanted to talk to Boss, then he started to cry, once he was happy again, he remembers something that made him sad.

"Boss! Are you upset at me?" Inmo asked loudly, standing up and looked into the dark sky, "Is it because I'm crying? Is it because I destroyed all those villages? Please! I just want to talk!"

Tears fell out of Inmo's eyes like waterfalls, his breathing got heavy.

He felt so cold.

So sad.

So...

Alone.

"Why would Boss care about me?" Inmo asked himself quietly, "He's up in Valhalla with people like him. Warriors. Strong people. I'm not strong. I mean, look at me! Crying over the past like-like-like some sort of Baby!" He loudly cried out.

Inmo felt his shoulders droop. He fell to his knees, then onto the floor with a thud. Tears continued to fall from his eyes as he lied there. He felt too defeated to move, just sob. He sobs quietly, trying not to awaken anyone.

'Why would Boss spend time here. He had better things to do. Like drink beer, spend time with true warriors. Warriors who fought for things and didn't give up. Unlike me. I mean, just look at me. Crying into the dirt. Like an absolute failure,' More tears fell from Inmo's eyes, although he didn't notice. His body shivered in the cold wind as it shook with sobs. His vision was burry from his tears and his throat was on fire.

He stayed like this for a while, more thoughts creeping into his mind like a fox creeping into a sheep pen. When he felt like he was calming down, another thought would plage his mind, destroying any ounce of positivity he may have held.

Suddenly he felt... something. 'Was it the wind?'

'No..'

'Was it the sun?'

'No..'

'What was it?'

'Wait..?'

'Was it...'

'Warmth?'

'Yes, warmth.'

'It's nice. I like it,'

'But why..?'

'Boss?'

Inmo sat up. The tears were mostly gone, the wind had slowed and the cold, harsh, unforgiving wind, was now a warm, soft, caring, summer breeze. The sun had begun to rise, slighting poking out of the trees. Inmo looked around, wiping stray tears away. He was still at Bjorn's statue.

He also felt a feeling of pure warmth. Kindness and compassion. Like how a father would hug his crying son. Inmo felt good. He liked it. He missed it. It was very familiar too.

"Boss" Inmo spoke. He knew this hug from anywhere. Well, not hug. But the feelings he got from it. They were always so nice.

He melted into the no-existent hug, resting his head on the statue. His eyes began to droop. Tiredness latched onto him like a leech onto someone's arm. He curled back up into a ball, but instead of crying, he fell asleep in the comforting spiritual-arms of someone he could call a father.

As he fell asleep, he managed out a few words, "Good night Boss, love you," before slipping into a sweet slumber.

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~~*Author's note*~~

fgyejwkeubliq;oxenrciwo I finished, and in record time!

I started writing like, three hours ago and I like this, this was fun. I really enjoyed writing this. I didn't write a plan for this nor did I proofread it so I hope it made sense and there weren't too many spelling skates. Thanks again to YukiChan9094 for requesting and I hope you liked it. Also sorry if not everything is right in here, I don't watch Inmo to often.

Have a nice 24 hours.

Go drink some water, eat some food, and go to sleep.

Love you all! Ɛ>Ɛ>Ɛ>Ɛ>

-Rose (: