Socks had been locked in a jar for who knows how long, and he was already beyond restless.
He'd been sitting in silence with nothing but some bread crumbs Laff had left him and the thought that Blaza was probably dead, and it was his fault...
He looked up, hearing footsteps enter the room. He couldn't see who it was, as Laff had put a cloth over the jar, but he had to assume it was Laff and at least one other person.
"So I assume Nadwe has somethin' to do with this?" He heard Laff ask.
"How did you-"
"Doesn' matter. He doesn't know, does 'e?"
"Not what you're referring to, no." It sounded like the second person was Muffin, but he wasn't sure.
"Good, good... say, what's up with your eyes? Why're they red?"
"They're red?"
"Sick child. You don't even know your illness."
"What illness?"
Laff chuckled. "Vampirism."
"Ay ay ay, what're you doing with that?!?"
"It's not your concern now."
Muffin screamed. Then he heard nothing.
Socks cupped his hand over his mouth in shock.
𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘓𝘢𝘧𝘧 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘔𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯?!
He heard footsteps come near him, then the cloth lifted and Socks was greeted with Laffs cold gaze.
"Yous are to tell no one of this. I don't wanna hear a peep outta yous, and if I do, you'll get much worse then what you've got now." He growled, covering the jar again and walking off.

( POV switch)

Nadwe stared at the floor, guilt hitting him like a truck.
He'd been terrible to Muffin ever since Meme died, and now he'd sent him away without reasons.  they were best friends for years! And yet he'd thrown all of it away in a matter of seconds, all over some stupid prison break. He didn't even know for sure Socks had killed Meme in the first place! "Stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid..." Nadwe yelled at himself. He stood up and ran outside to look for Muffin, bumping into Woolf the second he left.
"Oh, hey Woolf, have-" Nadwe trailed off, remembering that Muffin had said the furry couldn't hear. Oh, it'd only been a few minutes and he already missed his friend. He ran back inside and got another book, running back out as he scribbled out 'have you seen Muffin' in probably the worlds messiest handwriting. He shoved the book in Woolfs face, who took the book with an annoyed glare. He read over it, worry coming across his face as he looked back at Nadwe. "I... he said he was coming here to talk to you. Did he ever get here?" He asked.
"Frick!" Nadwe mumbled, pushing past Woolf without bothering to answer.

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Aaaand there it is, the classic Nadwe mental torment.
Also, I CAN DO ITALICS NOW!! It only took me 5,000 years-
469 words, nice