It's about time I write ST fanfic yet again.
This is Part 1 by the way to expand my oc's lore, so...
Here we go.
( And btw, this fanfic is based on my headcanon and my own version of Sleep. I'll explain what it's about after the end of the fanfic!! )
𝐀 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 - Part 1
A Sleep Token OC fanfic about a boy, who's struggling to think of why an Ancient but unknown deity, saved his own life from a Puppeteer Entity. And is now living a life to wait for something he may nor may not know.
Summary: Ace doesn't know what to do, what to think, nor what to must do. He still doesn't get it,that an ancient deity.. saved him from The Marionette, his tormentor. While he was in an empty room,told to be confined to never go out. Ace silently decided to think, of what he felt about an Ancient Deity that he used to research about. But now that he saw what he truly saw, he is now told to wait for something. Something.. and something.
TW/Trigger Warnings!!
[ Mentions of Torture, PTSD mention, Depressive thoughts, Mental and Physical Abuse, Implied Stockholm Syndrome, Self-Hate, implied body dysmorphia, dead character mention. ]
Okay, done? Then let's go shall we?
This took place after Ace was saved by Sleep from the Marionette. And the subliminality lore on it.
[ 11: 19 PM. ]
How long has he been here? Like, Days? Weeks? Months? Ace doesn't even know what to do nor what he should do. Hell, he still doesn't get the fact why he was saved to the one he used to research on the past. An unknown ancient deity themself, Sleep.
Last time he remembered, he was about to get his own last left eye removed by a sadistic tormentor, named the Marionette. A puppeteer entity who had the greatest skills of controlling puppet-like dolls, even human-like dolls and controllable but tortured humans. But as soon for now before it happened, behind a pair of 6 black arms snatched the tortured boy away,made the Marionette gasped in anger to who did it. And obviously to what the boy's vision sees,
it was none other than Sleep themself.
But why? Why did they save him? Ace has been thinking about this for days now, and now this is too stressful to think about it.
Ace sighed silently while still sitting down on a cold floor, alone in a confined empty room. Although simple and cozy, yet the blank of silence with a hint of cold kept its toll. The boy can still see it through the bandage on their own almost blinded vision, but due to the Marionette's power to almost blind him.. it manifests a blind paralysis but jokes on them, Ace first but accidentally had the ability to see through visions. He can even see in an x-ray through version, which is smart but also uneasy for him to try it out. Regardless, all of now what the boy does is to sit here empty. Just waiting for something to happen, who knows? All the wait is so making the boy curiousable. But Ace wishes to keep on waiting anyway, he can't just be curious to wait for something.
Time now went by, day and night every time and nigh, while the boy remains restless and sits so still all the time empty in a almost cold confined room. Confined to never go outside, it was Sleep who told him that rule.
They say that staying in the room will not let the Marionette find him. And it is also safe for him. But if confining a human is safe, then why was Sleep not planning to hurt a life being?
...But, now to see what Sleep truly is. Expectations to them being evil and being dangerous, something of it is different. They were a mysteriously calm being to him, just quietly protective and.. gracefully beautiful too because of the pair of 4 wings on their back.
Of course, he remembered something like this before, he heard Tales that Sleep is an unknown ancient deity who was dangerous and yet, evil. Rumors saying that Sleep lures each human to make their Vessel, and to also control a Vessel. The boy's past-self made himself intrigued and nervous at the same time. He can remember the last time he used to research about them.. The Ancient Deity so evil, dangerous and mysterious.
And the last time he seen them turned to be a miracle. Above was the black feathers falling all down like an Archangel is making an appearance above the sky, fluttering wings in a soft cold wind until the hardness of during winds weighs. That image Ace will never forget..
And as the night is finally on now, the boy softly yawned.. poor him is so too tired to rest. Because if he rests, nightmares will happen. This was an all-time struggle that Ace is always on, because of being snatched, half of humanity is slowly showing but not fully. He was almost close to be a human puppet, a human puppet who will always never rest and unable to move. But now, he is close to being him again. The him he desperately wants for so long.
Before it was time for bed, Ace wanted to see something first. He then looked at his own scarred hands, burns, stitch wounds and knife wounds is all he had. Past and recent tortures terribly traumatized so much to the poor boy. He now sighed in a quiet but slight fearful tone, an expression of shame is shown.
"...Ugh, one bloody month. And this is what I finally get..? The scars and inflicts?"
He almost scoffed on that pathetic version of himself. Which he hates, his own body once innocent and clean. Now filled with abuse and pain.
"To think...that the Marionette says that I would die from pain and death, when I manage to be alive. This is...the most conflicting wish I ever had."
He then at a slow but almost fast speed, shifts its way to lay down on a simple cozy bed. In the position of a struggling but in an almost-okay way.
A gulit expression shifts next.
"...I should've.. died honestly. But no, Nora died before me, while I had the opposite difference which is torture and abuse. The pain and patheticness I am, and the way my body ashes the clean innocence away from me. And my regret to obey them despite I always wish to love me.. This- this is pathetic.
I truly am was pathetic."
And despite everything, he's still him. Ace is still himself despite the torture and self-hate on his own brain and head. The pain is so ruthless and saddening, especially his own body shifts to stitches, scars, and wounds. A body of a puppet-human doll is something that humans does not deserve to get tortured like that. With one last quiet sob of self-hate, Ace did not plan to sleep.. yet. Then again, if he rests, nightmares will happen.
But since he was finally no longer in control of strings, one won't hurt,right?
For the first time ever, the boy, tormented and tortured to be a puppet, now finally had the right to be at peace. But until.. something or someone shows up, slowly to a white glowing hand above the head.
And until now, the boy took one deep breath..til finally, now rests in a subtle shift to be comfortable in bed. Not gonna lie, the last time he used to rest, he was forced to stay in a floorpile of pins. Ouch, at least he was attempting to be comfortable in pain. Despite now afraid of pointy things. No matter the impossible.
Oh well, looks like Ace is now suited in silence and comfort. As restful nights are now finally here to welcome him in.
It looked hesitant at first, it wanted to comfort the boy in case nightmares show up again. But in one second, the hand began to lower its way and caress slowly to the boy's head. Aw.. he seems that a nightmare is about to appear again, but thanks to a soothing caress, a peaceful expression shifts from the fear now finally shows. The boy is now peacefully asleep, how beautiful.
And while the boy remains oblivious due to sleeping, a subtle flutter sound can be heard across the confined room. The white glow can be also shown above him. Little didn't the boy know... someone was here in case comfort is needed. And guess what?
It was Sleep who did this, is in somewhat always in a transparent form and was floating above. Being careful to not wake the boy up. They must have sensed the slow show of distress and thought to recede it away. Tho as much as it wants to comfort the boy.
It doesn't know how to express their reaction nor what it thought. Why? Sleep is always like this for who knows how long they have. Even when humans tried to theorize nor to describe who they were. No matter what, the tales from a deity named Sleep is still unknown. And truth will only be told for a boy that they saved.. later for now on.
They then sigh in soft but echoing relief, seeing the boy finally resting so peacefully. Despite their unsurity to express emotions, it does feel a subtle sense of relief that the boy is finally saved. He didn't deserve this. And alas, Sleep will make sure to take care of him, just now forgetting the rumors that made themself question if they truly are evil nor nice.
"Sleep now, young one.
When Sleep decides to return to the Altar of Sleep, their place. It turns away slowly while floating. But then they spoke.. calmly in soft echoes.
Your disdain and pain will falter anytime upon each day and month."
And with that, the deity floated away, but then fades transparently like in a similar ability of teleportation.
[ 6:56 AM. ]
The ray of sunlight morning shines through the window, as the boy murmured in subtle annoyance due to sensitivity of brightness. Regardless he slowly woke up.. yawning softly, but quickly noticed that one of the instruments he had in the past and present are now...here?
"What?"
The boy rubbed his own only left but tired eye, checking if he is not hallucinating but.. it's not a joke.
2 rhythm guitars, one acoustic and one flute. They're here, but who brought it for him? But he didn't care and just quickly went to get his main one. Ace checked to make sure it is safe, a feel of shock is shown.
"...My- god. I-It's still...it's still normal."
Then he glances at the other instruments, they too also have the same feeling. Which a wave of relief and sense of happiness is believed to start. A soft smile appears on Ace.
"O-oh my god..! My instruments, oh they are so safe! I guess... so my wish from 5 days ago came true or somethin'?" He said in hope and relief, while preparing to put the plug in to prepare a sound of song. And alas he remembers a memory vision he had..
Ace was a very useless struggling musician back long way in the UK, and long story short.. trying to find inspiration is hard to make music.
But he was planning to be a journalist, to always find great things and solutions. Tho he was trying to be like one, the pressure from his older sister pains him in the heart.
But he doesn't blame her, she thinks that making music is hard to make.
He understood it a bit well sometimes.. but now that she's gone, due to all the remorse and guilt for not saving her because of the damned Puppeteer. Maybe making music will be a tribute to do so. And so, a choice finally has made.
As Ace is finally preparing to make a rhythmic sound, he looks around in the confined room first.
It was in case if this room is soundproof or not, he always doesn't want to let the unknownable others know that there was a sound of rhythm around. But wait, just what place that the boy was in now?
No, no more distractions. Ace thought.
The boy shook his own head to try and focus on something instead. With a deep breath, he now starts with one raising arm, and—
He now does just one shred of rhythmic sounds across the confined room. The sound is...still in normal pace. He was about to do it again, but however..
Ace quickly gasp in an eye wide when he heard distant muttering and sounds of footsteps.
He covered his own mouth, trying to not take a deep in. But is also trying to listen to.. whatever they say.
"..Hey, have you ever seen Vess being like.. so serious for a while now?" A sound of a tall-like man is heard. It sounds like he was...concernfully confused to- Vess?
Who's Vess? Like Vessel? Ace thought.
He had never seen anyone named like that before, but Ace kept on listening in curiosity.
"Mhm, he seems to be mentioning something about Sleep, holding something that they didn't want him to show? Hell, did'ya see the look on his face?" A sound to an almost average-tall man can be heard, seem to also have the same tone.
...Wait, were they mentioning something about the Aftermath nights ago? Ace is starting to feel subtle anxiety in him, the Aftermath was a relief but a painful experience to feel.
But he did remember a voice to a confused tone, and Sleep being a tone of secretiveness. Til now, muttering voices are still heard but the two is starting to walk away from a side they did not realize.
...Ah, what a relief. So the room is indeed confined soundproof. He sighed in quick relief, to realize that no one is here.. to hear.
Looks like Ace is gonna be here for a long damnwhile, to play and to wait for something.
Until something will indeed happen.
TBC.
( The Note from the Creator:
Alright, I HC that Sleep is neither good nor bad. They're unknown. They're also just an unknown ancient deity who tries to express emotions despite struggling to do so. Yet despite the Tales being so fully unknown, that humans decided to make it up. Making Sleep questioning themselves.
Also my version of Sleep is basically an ancient Archangel entity who exists on Earth from the other side for what reason? Idk- but their appearance is also unknown too. But let's just describe that they're just a 6 red eyed shadow entity who is sensitive to show their face hehe- hope you enjoy the fanfic. And I like how the writing of mine turned out hehehe :3 )