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More dream death.
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Your bodyguard, Kiana, is quick to ban you from going on nighttime walks after she finds you passed out in the middle of the city. Something about you and your stupid overconfidence or whatever. You honestly weren't listening; you’re just glad you’re not dead. A bad dream, that’s all it was. You guess you really should get more sleep.
That’s easier said than done, considering there’s always that risk you’ll have a nightmare again.
You feel silly. It’s like when little kids won’t let their parents leave the room because they think the monsters under their bed will eat them. But here you are, leaving the security cameras in your rooms on(ironically, you hate being watched) and fretting about if you’ve assigned enough people to guard you. You’ve started carrying your gun instead of just letting Ki carry it for you. You don’t go anywhere without someone you trust.
Once again, it’s silly. If there are monsters under the kid’s bed, it probably just sees their parents as more food and they’re all screwed anyway.
You sit on your bed with your knees held to your chest, waiting for Ecto. He’s your closest friend and probably the best thing to come into your life, and he promised to stay with you for a few days so you had someone you felt comfortable talking to right next to you. Not that you don’t like Ki but she probably won’t believe you. You practically jump up when there’s a knock on the door. Ecto. You open it and hug him tight. “Thank Lariat you’re here-”
You don’t get to finish your sentence. All you can focus on is the sharp pressure of metal plunged into your spine.
“Something the matter? You did seem bothered when you called. You can talk to me about anything, you know.” He says calmly, easily prying himself from your grip. Without anything to support you all you can do is slide off the blade, hitting the floor. “Hrk… Ah…” Ecto’s movements stay relaxed and slow, even when his fingers wrap around your throat. “Come on, tell me what’s wrong.” He purrs. “Let me help you.” You try to speak, beg, anything, but all that comes out are soft gasps and whimpers as you use up the last of your air.
Someone’s shaking you.
You groan, curling in on yourself. No. No no no no no. You’re done. You just want to die and get it over with-
“Koo?”
The speaker pushes whoever is shaking you away, and you flinch at their touch. Ecto. He pulls his hands away immediately. “Hey, calm down, it’s just me. Come on, tell me what’s wrong. Let me help you. It looked like you were having a hell of a nightmare, Ki’s been trying to wake you up for three minutes…”
You start to sob openly, though you’re not sure if it’s from terror or relief.
In which Koo is the target of a currently unknown individual with oneirokinesis.
Warning for hinting at blood I guess. And death within a dream.
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Just one little issue.
The way you came from isn’t there anymore.
This is getting a little too freaky for you.
You back up slowly, reminding yourself that you’re probably just tired. Then you realize you’re not going anywhere. It’s like walking on a globe, thinking you’re moving but it’s really just moving beneath you. You look down, making sure you really are walking straight, then look back up, only to become completely disoriented again. The skyline is warping, highrises bending and twisting in ways that remind you of the world through those “drunk goggles” things back in high school. But this time it’s a lot less funny. You stumble and fall, hitting the pavement with a loud smack. A drop of water lands on your shoulder and you look up to spiderweb cracks in the sky, water dripping in, as if a glass sphere around you is all that’s separating you from an ocean outside… And is slowly cracking from the pressure. Panic wells up inside you but you squash it hard, you're supposed to be fearless-
A sharp scream shatters the glass. You're pretty sure it's yours.
Without walls, however thin, to protect you the water crashes down even as you fall into it, crushing you under the weight of it. Your vision turns red and you aren't sure if it's the pain or your life slipping away into the water.
You decide the scarlet fog slowly spreading in your airless world looks beautiful against your twisted, silver city.
