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Morgana’s Phantom Dignity - Chapter 2: Sleeper Hold
🕑 Added 2024-01-26 04:33:25 +0000 UTCLast time, the Phantom Thieves had less than a good time trying to steal the treasure belonging to their target. It being basically another museum within this man’s cognition made the area familiar enough territory to invade but it proved to be way too much for them to handle right out the gate.
At least, under Morgana’s leadership it was. Granted, Joker was their leader so Morgana was more a tactical expert than anything. He still wanted them to listen to him.
However, after humiliating himself the other day, he found gaining back their respect to be a bit difficult. Ryuji wouldn’t stop leaning over to him while they were doing jobs in Mementos and asking, “Hey Mona, remember when you peed your cute little briefs?”
Morgana would clam up, bite his lip, and shake relentlessly with pure rage. Despite his clenched fists, he also couldn’t really do anything about it. He felt that fighting Ryuji over it would just signal to him that he won.
So, instead, he planned things out in his head more and drummed up a better plan of action that was sure to go more smoothly this time around.
The Phantom Thieves were approaching this new museum again and had managed to break inside it once more. So far, they were doing good. The security was on high alert but not so high that they couldn’t ambush shadows and take them out with ease.
That was until they came across a room they hadn’t seen before. It looked like a death trap with a bunch of tiled floors that were lit up red in certain places and blue in others.
“Hmm,” Morgana rubbed his chin. “This is no biggie. The obvious solution here is to walk on the blue ones and avoid the red ones. Easy. Let’s go.”
As soon as he was about to take a step forward, a hand reached out and pressed itself against his stomach, stopping him in his tracks.
“What the–?!” Morgana turned with confusion and seized up.
The bane of his existence and mental occupant for the last several days had arrived. It was Champ.
“What are YOU doing here?!” Morgana growled.
“Saving your life,” Champ said simply.
“I don’t need you to-OOF!” Morgana was booted out of the way when Skull came rushing in, all excited.
“Yo Champ! You’re back!” He bent down with his hand raised. “Up top!”
Champ smiled and returned the high five, noticing the others coming to circle around him.
“Thanks so much for your help the other day!” Queen said, hands on her knees.
“Yes! It very much led to the day being saved for us,” Noir added.
“You were so cool! Like a mini-superhero!” Panther chimed in too.
Morgana was flat on his face and listening to this. He looked up and turned to glance at the others, ears dropping when Ann gave Champ a compliment even he’d never gotten before.
“Lady Ann, say it ain’t so…” He muttered before shaking his head and snarling with his teeth showing.
If Champ thought he got to come back and just do whatever the hell he wanted then he had another thing coming!
Morgana stood up and coughed into his fist.
That didn’t get their attention.
He did it again.
Still nothing.
Eventually, he spat on the floor and then pointed forward. With a mighty bellow he exclaimed, “YO! Pay attention to the one leading the charge!”
They all stopped when they heard that and then turned to look at Joker. Joker, for his part, got confused and pointed at himself while shaking his head. He hadn’t done anything worth paying attention to yet.
Morgana had snot dripping from his nose now. He was more than a little frustrated by this to say the least.
“I need you guys to take this seriously,” Morgana said, sounding quieter and more composed than before. He put his foot down before sniffing and tightening his belt, ignoring how him doing so just made it come looser. “We’re going in the direction I say we are. I know more about cognitions than all of you. It shouldn’t even be put into question that I can lead us there just fine.”
Champ turned to Morgana and stepped closer to him. The cat thief grimaced with clear disdain. His scowl was that of someone who was witnessing walking, smelling garbage approaching him.
“Listen to me,” Champ said, pressing a palm to his chest. “You do not want to enter that room. All that awaits you is an ambush that’ll put you and your team out and set you even further back than you were yesterday. At worst, it’ll get you all killed. You can’t risk that because of your pride.”
“Pride?!” Morgana snapped. “This isn’t about pride! It’s about being smart! YOU’RE a stranger and I already surveyed this place before coming back here. It’s fine. You’re the one we need to look out for.”
“I’m telling you it’s not what you think!” Champ raised his voice finally. Morgana was refusing to listen and it was costing them precious time. “The layout of this place changes often. I know because I’ve surveyed it too, probably a lot longer than you have. No, for sure I’ve done it longer than you have! It’s not even something I feel needs to be put into question!”
Morgana looked offended. Perhaps what he was saying was true but he didn’t like being told that he was wrong. It just felt bad.
With Morgana’s jaw hanging open in surprise, Champ took that silence as a surrender. He turned to the others and pointed down the other hall.
“Go down that way and I’ll show you the safe entrance where–” Champ began.
“No!” Morgana reached forward and turned Champ around before slapping at his cheeks!
Champ yelped and his ears rang a bit.
“If you guys do that you’ll fall victim to his charm or whatever!” Morgana was making stuff up now. It didn’t matter what he had to say to keep them from following this newcomers orders though. He just had to do it.
Champ grunted and dropped his palms to his sides. He was staring at Morgana with an annoyed and fierce expression.
Despite how insulted he felt, what was at the forefront of his mind made itself clear when he spoke.
“It would seem your indignant nature is keeping you from even entertaining the fact that you’re wrong. I’m sorry but if that’s the case then you can’t be allowed to continue on ahead,” Champ said succinctly.
“What does that mean? Are you going to try and kill me?” Morgana smirked. He wanted Champ to say yes. That way the others would jump in to defend him.
The others did indeed look a little concerned but that’s when Champ clarified things.
“No. Of course not. I wish to protect you as well so I’m going to have to put you down for a nap,” Champ said, cracking his knuckles.
“PFFT!” Morgana sputtered his lips. “Oh yeah? How? Gonna feed me warm milk or something? Whittle panda-wanda wants to put me down for a nappy poo? As if!”
“I apologize in advance. I have a sleeper hold that works pretty well but when used on you I feel as though you might end up soiling yourself.” Champ sighed and nodded politely.
Morgana snorted. “You just completely live in the land of delusion don’t you?”
The cat got into a battle stance. He was more than ready to fight him now. He’d been ready long before the chance to actually do so was offered. He hated this guy and his stupid little confident face.
Champ sighed but gripped his fists tightly and got into a battle stance.
The two stared across at one another in dull silence for a split second, the rest of the Phantom Thieves watching from behind. They were both really invested in the outcome of this fight and too distraught with concern for the right way to proceed to interfere. One of them had to be right.
A quick breath was taken and then the two feuding animals charged at one another.
Champ rammed his entire fist into Morgana’s gut. It made a loud DOOMF sound and the poor cat’s eyes bugged out of his head.
He was even suspended off the ground a few meters before his paws hit the floor and started to swish back and forth. He looked like he was doing a salsa dance.
Morgana then belted out a loud groan and doubled over with drool pouring out his mouth. He gripped his tummy and stuck his butt out, swishing it from side to side as he tried to use his paws to push the pain back. It just made the pain worse.
“Give up?” Champ asked.
“N-NooooOOooo!” Morgana snapped.
In an instant, even though he wasn’t ready, he launched his fist up to try and take Champ by the chin. Champ leaned back and the punch missed him by a country mile.
Morgana then attempted to go for a more straightforward and seemingly endless approach. He launched several punches straight ahead in the vain hopes that one of them would strike home.
None of them did.
Instead, Champ grabbed one of Morgana’s arms to keep it in place and then rammed his elbow in his face!
“BLURGH!” Morgana stumbled back, drooling and feeling his loose pants loosen some more. Champ didn’t take notice of this. He wasn’t concerned by it.
What he had to do required humiliating Morgana so he might as well do it and get it over with.
Champ shot forward and rammed another punch into Morgana’s gut!
“BWAAAAGUH!” The cat folded over his fist this time, with his pants falling to his ankles as the impact reverberated throughout his system.
The Finding Nemo underoos he had on that simulated his love of fish were adorable and Skull had a field day looking at them and noticing that they were indeed wet.
Again.
Morgana blushed. He could feel what was happening and the cold breeze in between his legs and the warm wetness that accompanied it told him all he needed to know about his state of dress. However, when he tried to speak, all that came out was more garbled nonsense.
He was punched in the face three times in quick succession, which made him wobble about before falling onto his knees.
Before Morgana could force a second or perhaps third wind out of him, Champ shot behind him and gripped a tight sleeper hold around his neck.
The cat seized up and his legs were now pointed out in front of him. He sat down as Champ pulled his head back. Morgana was drooling like crazy, arms dangling like limp noodles, and eyes fluttering as they began to slowly cross.
“It’s nap time okay? You’re currently wetting yourself and passing out. I know you can feel your briefs filling up with pee right now. I apologize but I had no choice,” Champ said, whispering this into Morgana’s ear.
Morgana couldn’t even say he gave up now. He was just doing barely audible baby babble.
He sputtered his lips cutely as his eyes fluttered closed and he was laid to rest for a nice, comfy nap.
…
“WAH!?” Morgana woke up with start, sitting up and looking around with tacit confusion etched on his face. He looked around, wondering if things had gone insane while he was unconscious.
He remembered everything leading up to his nap. He couldn’t help blushing because of it. That said, his fear over what could have transpired with him gone had overtaken him.
He shot to his feet and turned to look around. He shimmied and scratched at his now itchy wet underwear before calling out once for his comrades.
“PHANTOM THIEVES!” Morgana shouted. “WHERE ARE Y–?!”
“We’re right here!” Came the sound of Panther.
“YEEEP!” Morgana jumped, spritzing more pee into his underwear, before turning to look at the entire group behind him.
They were all standing there fine, high-fiving one another and crowded around Champ, whom was getting a bunch of congratulations.
“Oh Mona, you should have seen it! Champ was so cool!” Panther said, bending down and pulling the slightly embarrassed, but happy, panda boy into a breast filled embrace.
“...Bwuh…?” Morgana’s jaw was unhinged. “B-uh… but… what about the–?”
“You worried about this?” Skull asked, stomping forward with the treasure in both arms. It was huge and glistening… and it was also in their custody.
The mission had been a success… and it had been done completely without his help.
“We made it!” Skull emphasized.
“I was quite the amazing spectacle too,” Fox nodded with his arms crossed.
“Three cheers for THE Champ!” Oracle chimed in.
Everyone cheered way more than three times following that.
As Champ giggled and rubbed the back of his head with a light blush, Morgana stood off to the side, getting more wet from sheer frustration this time.
His face was red too but just from the bubbling anger rather than the embarrassment.
It was time he put a stop to this before it went too far.
There was only room for one small, adorable mascot Phantom Thief here and it wasn’t going to be Champ!
Comments
Wonald
Champ didn't think about everything, he didn't think about bringing diapers for Morgana. It's something to keep in mind next time.
