((I think you do, But I donât know. I left Tumblr for a few days and I come on and find the update. Iâm still confused. I think I always will be.))
((OOC I wrote this before I started RPing with My Sandy. From the start Will has been a girl who's plagued with nightmares. I eventually have a plot from this that I want to do.
Anyway, without further ado, The Drabble))
 Sitting at the Sunshineâs bar was a man slowly drinking a glass of wine. The man, Detective Charles Aster, was watching one of the waitresses. Her name was Willow (AKA Will) Fletcher. At first glance, she was a very plain girl. But the longer you looked at her, the more beautiful she became. Each brown curl of her hair was brushed to a messy perfection and her delicate lips curled into a pleasant smile. Her sly beauty was no doubt an advantage in the job that no one else but the Detective knew she had.
 Detective Charles saw his chance when she walked past him on her way to her next table with a pitcher of water. He grabbed her arm tightly to keep her from escaping. HE opened his mouth to interrogate her and-Â
 Cold water doused him.
âGo home Charlie. Youâre drunk.â Will set down the now empty pitcher on the bar and murmured to the bartender,âCall his Aunt for me, would you?â
 âBut I know you stole the Jewels, Will! It was so obvious! The pearl in your yard, the high heel shoes, everything pointed to you!â He was a surprisingly eloquent drunk. But unfortunately, this was the third time this week he had gotten drunk and thought he was a detective in an old black and white movie. He even narrated everything he was doing.Â
 âYouâre disturbing the other customer, Iâm going to have to ask you to leave.â She bit back a snarky retort she was itching to say.Â
 âI canât get though, Will.â the bartender hung up the phone. âNow what?âÂ
 âMy shiftâs nearly over. I can take him home if you take over table five for me.â He hesitated before agreeing over Charlie rambling on about the queens stolen necklace.
 After clocking out, Will returned to the drunk and draped her coat over him. heâd catch a cold if he went out in this weather soaked in water.
 âI admit to my crimes, Detective Charlie. Take me down to the station.â She sighed as she snuggled into her thick wool sweater.
 After tricking Charlie into thinking his house was the police station , Will was finally able to go home.Â
 âIâm home!â She called out as she opened the front door. What had once been a large mudroom was now a green house for her motherâs shop. The air was heavily perfumed with the scent of fertilizer, herbs, and a strange sort of sweetness coming from the roses that had just begun to bloom. Vines crept up the walls, flowers of every shade imaginable bubbled from there pots, and leafy plantâs covered nearly the entire floor. She had to tip toe across a small three inch path so she wouldnât crush the plants.Â
 âIâm in the kitchen!â The second Will left the green house she could smell what her mom was doing and made a beeline for the kitchen. Her momâs back was to her and she was cooking something at the stove.
 âYouâre making Gingerbread!â She hugged hugged her mom from behind and rested her head on her shoulder. Cooking on the stove in front of her was a perfectly golden pancake.
 âItâs in the oven, would you like a pancake while you wait?â It wasnât really a question. It was already being flipped onto a plate and handed to her. Willâs stomach growled.
 âYes, please!â Will gladly accepted it. âThank you so much!â The two sat down at the kitchen table armed with Hot Chocolate and marshmallows.
 âHow was work today?â Mrs. Fletcher asked.
 âEventful, to say the least. Detective Charlie came in again.â
 Mrs. Fletcher sighed. âWhen will that boy ever learn?â
 âAt this rate, never.â They both paused to take a sip of hot cocoa before changing the subject.
 âEvanna called while you ere at work. She asked that you call her back.â Will turned in surprise.
 âReally? She never calls. What did she want?â
 âGoing from the tone of her voice, boys.â
 âAh. Of course.â Will uttered dryly. Her mother sent her a stern look. âDo you mind if I call her now?â
 âGo ahead. Donât take too long though. The cookies will be ready soon.âÂ
 Will nodded, went to the phone, and dialed the number. It didnât even have time to ring once before Evanna picked up.
 âHe has a crush on you!â
 âWell hello to you, too.â Will sat down next to the phone table with her back against the wall and stared to absentmindedly curl the cord around her fingers.Â
 âSorry,â She didnât sound so. âBut how have you not noticed he has a crush on you?â
 âWho has a crush on me?â
  âCharlie? You mean... Charlie Aster? Detective Charlie?â She didnât know why she was asking when there was only one Charlie in there small town.
 âYeah! Why else would he go to the bar so much?â the Evanna said it made it feel like it was suppose to be obvious.
 âTo get drunk, maybe? I think youâve been reading too many romance novels lately.â Will bit the bullet and asked the only question that would get Evanna the only question that would change the subject. âSo howâs it going with Ben?â Ben had been the girlâs long time crush. Last year, she had finally gotten the courage to confess and theyâve been a couple ever since.
 âPerfect!â Evanna took the bait and started to gush about her boyfriend. âHeâs such a gentleman and alwayâs knows just what to say!â
 âMhm.â
 âLike, just last week, I was feeling down and he brought me a box of chocolates!â
 âMhm.â
 âAnd then he took me to the arcade and we played Air Hockey together!â
 âMhm.â
 âAnd when he took me home, I invite him to come to my room with me.â
 âMhm.â
   âJust as things started to get hot and heavy...â
 âMhm.â
  âI took my sacrificial knife and sacrificed him to the Dark Lord Satan.â
 âMhm... Wait. What!?â
 âBen only really got me chocolates and took me to the arcade. I was just seeing if you were really listening.â Evanna sounded hurt that Will hadn't been listening to her.
 âIâm sorry. My Mom has Gingerbread in the oven and itâs really distracting.â The heavenly scent tickled her nose and made her salivate.Â
 âOh! that explains it!â Evanna laughed. âIâll let you go eat. Bye!â
 âBye!â Will hung up and went to the kitchen to wait for the cookies.
***
 Willâs blades flashed as they cut across the ice. She was skating her finest It was like she was in a dream. She spun like a ballerina in a music box and when she let, she touched the clouds. She had grace Aphrodite could only dream of. The trees whistled a song and the wind sang as she twirled and leapt across the ice. But when the music ended and she struck a pose, she couldnât hear anything.Â
 The trees and wind had stilled and willâs skates didnât make a sound as they scraped the ice. Her hair didnât rustle as the wind blew though it and she couldnât hear her heartbeat, something you can only hear in the quiet. She slapped her ears a few times like they were an old radio that worked once more when you hit it. A few minutes of the defining silence was maddening. It felt like the whole world had abandoned her and left her to rot alone. Her screams went unheard by herself and in the coming minutes, no came to her aid. She collapsed in a heap on the ice and allowed a few tears to escape. She was truly alone in the world. There was no one to laugh with or skate with. no one to share a good book with or argue about books being better then movies. She brushed her tears away impatiently and stood up as she found hope. Maybe her Momâs bookâs mentioned an herb that could help.Â
 And suddenly it felt like the ice had collapsed in on itâs self. Something grabbed her legs and began to pull her down to the depths of the pond. Will looked down to find black, tar-like sand licking her, swallowing her whole. The ice turned black as the water bellow it into a nightmarish pit of quicksand. She clawed desperately at the ice until there were bloody scratches in it and her hands were too stiff from the cold to move. When only her head was was above the sand, Will gave up trying to escape and call for help. She couldnât even hear her own screams, how would anyone else be able to? She filled her lungs with one last breath of sweet air and looked at the sky for the last time before she was swallowed whole.
 Her throat and lungs burned burned as the sand choked her. The sand pressed her from every side and made it feel like she was being compressed. Every bit of her was screaming in pain. A thousand red hot needles were piercing every inch of her flesh. All she could think was that she wished for the end.
 And slowly... Very slowly... The eternal Darkness took her.
***
 Will woke up suddenly and her scream ripped through the night. Her hair was a tangled mess, pajamaâs soaked in sweat, and eyes wide from shock and fear. She tried to choke back a sob but tears were already dripping off her chin. She shivered in fear. The nightmares were getting worst.
 A ghostly chuckle came from the darkest shadows in her room but the girl didnât hear it, even though she believed him.
I feel a lot better now. I was able to talk to my Aunt and she's holding up well. But I've really missed RPing! And as I promised I'll post that drabble I wrote.
Also, I realized I've haven't posted a lot of Will's back story. I'm probably post that tonight as well.Â
((I'm sorry you guys, but I probably won't be active much this weekend. I found my Aunt, who I am very close to, has cancer. The doctor say she'll be fine though. I just need some time to get use to the idea. When I come back I'll post a short story I wrote about Will. It shows a side of her that I haven't really been able to show in my RPs. I'll talk to you guys soon, Okay?))
Sandy sat outside the window, sitting cross-legged within his golden sad, watching her dreams. He smiled as he watched her skate in the elegant moonlit night. He...
Will took his hand in her own and shook it. Even his skin had a sand like texture to it. "Nice to meet you, Sandman!" Anyother person wouldn't beleve what they were seeing and pass it off as a dream but Will had been raised very differently from most people. Her mom and told her stories about the Sandman, Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, Jack Frost, and the bogeyman like she knew them personally.She had grown up beleveing and had never stopped. Meeting the Sandman had only proved to her that her belief was real.
"Let's go then!" Will lightly tapped the other girl on the shoulder."Tag! You're it!" She giggle mischievously and took off at full speed toward the lake.
"Um... " Will's eyebrows knit together as she tried to decide. "Let's go to the lake. There might be a party tonight. Those are always really fun." She giggled. "A lot of the town shows up and, if the ice is thick enough, we skate and play games together."
Sandy sat outside the window, sitting cross-legged within his golden sad, watching her dreams. He smiled as he watched her skate in the elegant moonlit night. He could almost feel the cold wind upon his face. However his mood swiftly changed once he saw the ice begin to crack. Forgetting she was simply dreaming, he began to worry. Little by little the ice cracked and the more it did so the more frightened sandy became. Knowing he could not say a word he felt helpless. He couldnât do anything. Once the ice shattered below her he leaped forward, attempting to grab her hand, she phased right through him⊠Like he dosenât even exist. At this moment he snapped to reality to see the golden sands above Willâs head slowly turn black.Â
Within moments he bolted over to these black sands and attempted to swipe them away. His attempts were pointless.
The wind bite her skin and her screams were ripped out of her as she tumbled down to the ground. The golden sky around her became black and not a single star lit it up. She shivered in fear but made herself stop screaming. That wasnât going to help her and she needed to find a way to save herself. She quickly looked around to see if there was anything that could possibly help her. A cloud that hadnât been tainted by the night was drifting toward her. It was her only hope.
A tiny gold cloud floated lazily below her. She braced herself as she landed on it with a jolt that woke her up.
âAh!â Will let out a cry and looked around her room disoriented. It felt like her dream-self was still falling but her real-self wasnât. She sighed as she realized it was only a dream and she was safe. She looked out the window and saw something that made her think she was still dreaming.
Sandy let out a sigh of relief the moment she woke up. Because at that moment the black sands disappeared, however he realized if she was awake she could see him. Sandy swiftly scurried away and hid, praying she hasnât laid an eye on him.
Outside her window was a small, strange looking man. She seemed to glint in the moonlight like sand on a beach. But she blink, and he was gone.
âOh! Wait!â Will jumped to the end of her bed and threw open her window. âWait!â
Sand hid underneath the windowsill. Afraid to encounter this girl. As she leaned out the window awaiting to meet this sandy man, Sandy build up enough confidence to slowly peek his head out from the bottom of the windowsill.Â
As he peeked out shyly from below the windowsill, the girl realized that he was definitely, not human. Everything about him, from his clothes to his hair, looked like he was made of the same golden sand. He looked wise and at peace, a bit like a Buddhist priest. "Hello, there." Will smiled kindly at him. "I'm Will. What's your name?"
Sandy sat outside the window, sitting cross-legged within his golden sad, watching her dreams. He smiled as he watched her skate in the elegant moonlit night. He could almost feel the cold wind upon his face. However his mood swiftly changed once he saw the ice begin to crack. Forgetting she was simply dreaming, he began to worry. Little by little the ice cracked and the more it did so the more frightened sandy became. Knowing he could not say a word he felt helpless. He couldnât do anything. Once the ice shattered below her he leaped forward, attempting to grab her hand, she phased right through him⊠Like he dosenât even exist. At this moment he snapped to reality to see the golden sands above Willâs head slowly turn black.Â
Within moments he bolted over to these black sands and attempted to swipe them away. His attempts were pointless.
The wind bite her skin and her screams were ripped out of her as she tumbled down to the ground. The golden sky around her became black and not a single star lit it up. She shivered in fear but made herself stop screaming. That wasnât going to help her and she needed to find a way to save herself. She quickly looked around to see if there was anything that could possibly help her. A cloud that hadnât been tainted by the night was drifting toward her. It was her only hope.
A tiny gold cloud floated lazily below her. She braced herself as she landed on it with a jolt that woke her up.
âAh!â Will let out a cry and looked around her room disoriented. It felt like her dream-self was still falling but her real-self wasnât. She sighed as she realized it was only a dream and she was safe. She looked out the window and saw something that made her think she was still dreaming.
Sandy let out a sigh of relief the moment she woke up. Because at that moment the black sands disappeared, however he realized if she was awake she could see him. Sandy swiftly scurried away and hid, praying she hasnât laid an eye on him.
Outside her window was a small, strange looking man. She seemed to glint in the moonlight like sand on a beach. But she blink, and he was gone.
"Oh! Wait!" Will jumped to the end of her bed and threw open her window. "Wait!"
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