Dave Torres @themultiversesleeplessnightguard - Tumblr Blog

“You ever have one of those nights where you wake up and something just feels… wrong?”

Name’s Dave Torres, i have parasomnia. I’m not exactly the kind of person who goes looking for trouble — but somehow trouble always seems to find me anyway.

After everything that’s happened, sleep doesn’t feel like the escape it used to be. The world’s changed, people have changed… and I’m still trying to figure out what’s real, who I can trust, and how much longer we can keep running from whatever’s coming.

I’m here to tell the story, piece together the truth, and maybe find a few people who are willing to face the unknown with me.

So if you’re awake… stay awake.

— Dave Torres

Everything you need to know about me OOC:

× my name is Damien, DID system, in my 20's

× i have awful parasomnia, means i'll either stay awake for a long time or i'll have nightmares IF i fall asleep

× sleep? i wish i could.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

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Seven nights down.

By the end of a week like this, you stop caring what time it is, whether the coffee is good, or if you’re technically still awake.

You just sit there with the person who got through it with you and think, yeah. I’d do it again.

Maybe not the night shifts.

The other part.

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Willow shot the older man a quick glare at his joke. She personally didn't find it really funny, but it wasn't worthy enough to earn him a concussion. Despite how she felt about it, she ended up saying, "Haha... Really funny." There was obvious sarcasm in the tone of her voice as she rolled her eyes to look away from him. She thinks she understood the joke, though. It's because she's always holding onto the bat whenever she's not inside of her car or inside of her home. Of course, Dave wouldn't know that since he just met her not too long ago, but she has been clinging onto it enough for that joke to be made. Unless that's not why he made it in the first place. She honestly couldn't think of any other reason why. Maybe it would actually be better if one day the baseball bat did end up being stuck to her hand? Hm. Now that she thinks about it some more... Probably not. It would be absolute Hell trying to fit through doorways or trying to drive her car when she already has enough to be stressed about... which she's not even sure how long she'll even have the car for. That's kind of worrying because she doesn't have to worry about anyone while driving compared to if she was walking around.

Well, at least Dave found her small joke of him being a hobo funny. If he didn't and was instead offended by it, she would have to pretend she didn't care about what he thought of it. It does make her feel a little bad that she didn't laugh at his joke. It's his fault anyway. He should have made a much funnier joke to appeal to her then if he wanted her to laugh! There's always next time for another joke of his... It might be just as sucky. Who knows?

In the corner of her eye, the girl watched him throw the empty bag of M&M's away. It didn't take him long to finish them. Not surprising since it's only a small bag. At least she has more where that came from. She lifted her head up more when his voice became more serious. That easily gained her attention. She took a deep breath and let out an almost defeated sounding sigh. "You're right... Of course, you're right." She wished that he wasn't right about that. It wouldn't be too much of a deal if they didn't have to worry about food or drinks or.. anything that a human body needs. Anything that a human in general needs. There are specific systems that are needed and without them... well, let's just say it makes living just a little bit harder. Though, humans far way back were able to survive without them, right? If worse comes to worse... they could adapt to the old ways! ...Somehow. She decided to make another small joke of her own, "I can't wait to eventually become a caveman... or cavewoman... Hunting down animals and climbing trees and taking baths in rivers... The pure life of luxury." Willow leaned back in the chair as if it was a dream come true for her. Her intention was to make it lighthearted, but it might not come off that way.

-💜

(Hello and thanks!! : D)

"Hey.. No need to be sarcastic now about my little joke. I'm sorry.... That was a bad one. I promise i can be funny sometimes."

Dave chuckled, stretching his arms. His hyperextension was now clearly visible. On the table were 3 empty bottles of Somalcya. All the male did was make himself some green apple tea in what used to be Matteo's favorite mug after Dave stole it from him. The mug had a Marvel print on it.

"You want some? It helps me to calm down.."

The bat seemed like a very important thing to her which keeps her sane somehow- he thought.

"If the bat makes you feel safe.. You should keep it close to you at all times. Everyone has a thing or two for safety of the mind, i guess."

For Dave this specific thing was a small green/orange Stegosaur plushie which he got from Matteo on their first date. Stegosaurs are his favorite dinosaurs after all.

"Mhm... A cavewoman? I mean.. Give us some more month and our hair will grow so damn long that we'll look like cavemen and cavewomen, i guess. I don't know how to cut hair at all.."

There was a bright smirk on his face now, Dave held the hot mug with both hands to just smell the green apple tea.

(OOC: Had my 6th early shift today- feelin like i got hit by a truck... Heh, one more shift to go! There will be more activity from now on!)

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Okay, note to self- never take a Somalcya while half asleep after your sixth night shift and then lose the bottle in your own bed.

I still haven't found it.

Which is especially embarrassing because apparently I have a bad habit of putting things on Matteo's side of the bed whenever I sleep alone. Books. TV remotes. My headphones. Phone charger. Random receipts. Once, I apparently put an entire sandwich on a plate there.

So naturally, when Matteo got worried and asked where the bottle was, I said, “Probably your side.”

He checked. It wasn't there.

Now he's making fun of me because, according to him, I've finally managed to lose something in the one place I usually dump everything.

He's been calling it my “sleeping-pill scavenger hunt.”

I haven't laughed yet.

Mostly because I still haven't found the bottle.

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lazy-indigo

Scream buddies

I recently listened to the podcast version of The Edge of Sleep and I’m forever changed. I love it sm and need other people to listen to it because I could yap abt it for hours. So teos (especially Dave n Linda) is entering my drawing rotation. Although even tho imma draw with the podcast’s storyline in mind, I’ll stick with the show designs.

Management at Daxalabs has made a decision about my workplace productivity and i would like to formally object to it on the grounds that they are apparently trying to kill me.

They put Matteo and me on the same shift for SEVEN DAYS.

Seven.

Consecutive.

Days.

I already made a post about how this was going, which is to say: badly, as the management likes to say. We are distracting each other. Constantly. That's lies. Professionally, we are a disaster- is what they say. Romantically, we are doing great. Unfortunately Daxalabs only seems interested in one of those things.

Yesterday Matteo came up behind me while i was working and quietly put a coffee beside my elbow.

I looked at it. Then at him.

He just shrugged and said, "You looked tired."

Which was objectively very sweet.

Then he kissed the top of my head and walked away before i could say anything.

I spent the next five minutes staring at the same screen because apparently my brain had decided that my boyfriend loves me was more important information than whatever Daxalabs was paying me to look at.

So, yeah. Productivity remains an issue.

Anyway, i have FOUR DAYS LEFT of this shift.

FOUR.

And then management came to me and informed me that apparently i am minus 18 hours at work.

I don't know what that means or how that happened.

I'm pretty sure hours aren't supposed to be negative.

I'm also sure if you work fewer hours than expected, management is supposed to tell you to work more hours, not reveal that you've somehow accumulated a time debt to the corporation.

But apparently my punishment for being minus 18 hours is:

Six more shifts with Matteo at the end of the month.

And SEVEN MORE SHIFTS WITH MATTEO NEXT MONTH.

So, to recap:

Daxalabs has identified the primary obstacle to my productivity.

It is Matteo.

Their solution is to schedule me with Matteo for thirteen additional shifts.

I have never felt more understood by management. I have also never felt more threatened by management.

Four days left.

Thirteen shifts after that.

And apparently somewhere in there i am supposed to recover eighteen hours of my life.

Good luck to me.

Good luck to Daxalabs.

Good luck to whatever poor supervisor has to watch Matteo kiss my forehead and then explain why i haven't moved for ten minutes.

This is a workplace. Allegedly.

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chronicallysleedging

matteo cooks, dave bakes

and i will DIE on that hill