I had a dream about spamton. Kinda.
And i think there was more than one of him.
and it was weird and doesn't really make sense?
(more cuz long post + severed body part ig)
was in a fancy place, a lounge? a hotel? idk.
everything's a glittering golden yellow, like I'm at a royal's place.
just sat there on an equally fancy embroidered chair, and then there's him just, there.
did he walk in? or did he just poofed into existence?
not quite puppetfied yet and wearing something white, went up to me, put his hands on my face and turned my head sideways.
I think he was saying something, or maybe he didn't, then he pulled a dentist drill out of thin air and started drilling into my wisdom teeth through my cheek.
Or my right cheek just magically disappeared the moment he took the drill out.
Didn't hurt. thankfully.
for someone who definitely doesn't have a license for this, he seemed awfully casual, like he knows what he's doing.
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Or does he, tho.
cuz a few seconds later, I was sitting in a different room. Head tilted down, hands on my thighs with a big chunk of my upper jawbone laying on my palm.
no blood and gore, just bone and teeth. oddly brownish, like it's getting close to rotting.
he was talking again, voice still blurry fuzzy, like I'm listening from underwater.
from my peripheral vision, i watched him pacing back and forth from a couple feet away, yappity yapping about smth smth it's gotten really bad, would've ended very badly, it's good that he caught it in time and all that.
...I mean yeah, the cavity's gone.
but my face bone-
before I can say anything, or remember I'm not supposed to have a chunk of my facial structure sitting on my hand, he stopped pacing.
he excused himself, saying that he needs to do something, and will be back later.
I watched him leave through the open door, hearing his footsteps fade away before staring blankly into the silent room.
Some time after, I stood up and wandered off.
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Then I found myself in yet another room, lying on my back and asleep. Arms loosely folded on my chest, legs dangling on the side of bed, shoes still on my feet.
There were two figures sleeping next to me, one at each side. The one to my left had his(?) limbs sprawled out, one foot slightly digging into my stomach.
Were they more versions of spamton? or were they actually somebody else? I can't remember. Couldn't even see what their face is like, it's all blurry.
As I 'woke up', I felt calm. Like waking up before everyone at a sleepover.
There is nothing much to do or to think. nothing comes into mind anyway.
So I laid there in silence, and listened as they breathed while staring at the ceiling that was made of glass panels. The night sky behind was pure black, devoid of stars.
I felt myself slowly getting sleepy once more, and at one point, I closed my eyes.
.
Until a loud thud came from above, making the whole building shake, all three of us jolted awake instantly and tumbling out of bed.
Stomach still aching from leftie accidentally kicking me when we were spooked, I looked up to see a SpamNeo staring right back while looming over, his body half obscured by the darkness above.
Then comes his left hand, large enough to easily envelope any of us, slamming onto the glass and making it crack under pressure.
Right when my companions begin to panic, his hand comes down the second time, and the glass shatters.
Shards went everywhere, raining down on us as they ran for the door while tripping over various things on the floor.
I tried my best to shield them from the glass shards, pushing them out of the way when the grabbing attempt from above came too close. Only stopping when I had them in a clear, watching them bolt straight out of the room as I, for some reason, hesitated for a split second on if I should follow them or not.
And that's a split second too slow.
Like a python catching its prey, air was knocked out of my lungs as his hand snapped close around me and squeezed, leaving no room for struggles.
A few creaks emitted from his mechanical arm, and I was yanked through the broken glass roof, up and up into the sky.
The night air was cold, whizzing past my ears and making a nick I got from the broken roof burn. It stopped when I was finally lifted high enough to be near his face.
His gaze threatened to burn through my eyelids even before I opened them. As I stared him back, feeling like a hamster with heartbeat pulsing in my ears, his jaw opened slightly, letting a puff of steam billow out.
Then he brought me close, my head pressed right against his chestplate.
Having me secured, he shifted slightly, looking up before he took flight.
I watched the building and streets below shrink, they all soon faded into the darkness.
There wasn't anything up here, aside from us. Wind howling nonstop in my ears, accompanied by the occasional flaps of his wings.
.
.
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After about 5 minutes of nothing but that, I woke up for real.
And got genuinely huffy that I can't just lie back down and re-dream the dream. oh well.