pochamachan submitted:
"You can feel each individual muscle in your fingers tense as you clench your hand around your Silver Lance, focusing unwaveringly ahead. It must end today. And there he was… the Mad King. You face him on the battlefield, your face never showing any emotion or weakness as the battle begins. Thrust and dodge, thrust and dodge. Finally, an opening. You lunge forward, spear outstretched. You close your eyes for a split second as the spear made clean contact between the enemy’s armor, but when you open them again, you found yourself staring, not at Gangrel’s defeated face, but at Chrom, the young Lord’s eyes widened in shock.
Meeting your gaze momentarily, his eyes turned downwards, focusing on the spear wound in his abdomen. 'F-Frederick…' He starts, before he abruptly falls, his eyes still open with a mixture of surprise, confusion and horror. A cold dread spreading through you, you try to reach out to him, to get him to a medic, to help him, anything, anything at all to keep him alive, but before you can, you feel cold, snake-like arms wrap around you from behind. A sultry whisper comes from behind you, words like poisoned honey trickling into your ears. 'I knew you'd choose me in the end… Shall we head back, my dear Fredward?'"
HAPPY BIRTHDAY FEELS SEMPAI *v* (Technically in half an hour but I'm going to bed now so have it now) Ehehe, I really, really haven't written a nightmare in a long time, but I hope Freddy enjoys (?) this nonetheless! I hope you have a wonderful day tomorrow <3 Good night! *u*
A cold chill runs up Frederick spine as he turns to slash at the Mad King only for him to disappear into the ether, his laughter tormenting the knight in the darkness that now surrounds him. Visions of the agony in Chrom's face and the look of betrayal in his eyes wrack his mind like a plague. He grasps at his head and falls to his knees, mind aflame with the tormenting images cascading about it. "W-why?"
Suddenly there comes a heavy thump, and Frederick realises that he has rolled out of his cot and hard onto the ground of his tent. These nightmares hadn't troubled him for some time. Why now? He had remembered to abstain from eating an hour before sleeping and, to his knowledge, had stayed on Tharja and Henry's good sides. Shrugging his shoulders and folding his sheets, the knight decided that he had slept enough and proceeded into camp to make preparations for the day ahead of him. Whatever force had conjured up this unpleasant dream was certainly malevolent, but it could wait; the needs of his comrades outweighed his own by far.
{OoC - Vivi! Thank you so very much for the nightmare and the thoughtful birthday wishes! Your nightmares are as good as ever, nobody writes them quite like you do! We all miss you and Emm, but hope that you're happy and doing well! Thanks again for the birthday wishes and I hope you have a happy Saturday tomorrow/today!}
