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Nightmares In The Awakened World
Silence buzzing in the form of feverish, yellow streetlights, from which one or two flickered at times. Down the street, following the straight-traced roads around the town, that almost noticeable sound keeps playing. Although no one notices. Morpheo had grabbed them into dreaming; poured the skies and stars and darkness over their minds. They are still alive, barely, but there they are.
Except for The Child.
Their crimson eyes almost glimmering amidst the night turned down the luxury of dream; scratching the surface near unconsciousness, not getting into it yet. The Child thought for a brief instant that tomorrow they shall attend church, then reminded they quit going the week, or the month, perhaps the year before.
An unholy creature walking amongst believers is the worst sin their mind could conceive.
They were that creature.
Not a person. A burden, a weight to be carried on by everybody else. They were doing better not doing a single thing. At least, frozen in time, they couldn’t damage other souls surrounding them.
The bed’s blankets unwrapped off from them, some steps until they reached for the door and walked downstairs. After five minutes, a glass of water between their hands remained empty, like them. They passed along the single tablet and four chairs, two of them orphans without owners to reclaim them when the Sun rose exhausted in the morning. The Child sat down on the sofa, in the living room, gazing at the unplugged television, and said no words.
It was not a long time ago they and their brother would sneak out their room and play video games during sleepless hours as these were. He, The Golden Boy of jade eyes; did this when nightmares overcame The Child.
In a comforting, aching way, The Child's mind recreated vividly the scenes taking place within their mind. Both phantoms of both kids laid on the floor now. Both smiling and snickering and pointing each other toward the screen. The TV wasn't turned off anymore, they were playing Dragon Blazers.
And they were reaching the Ice Palace section.
Asriel glanced at them, quiet, nothing said. Kris could not bring themselves to open their mouth either. The TV went off, but neither of them pressed a button. A message, the human supposed, and they slouched until their back was a perfect curve. Their brother hugged them; the world seemed better. Their eyes scanned the room, still covered by their brother's arms, and widened.
The memory blurred, diluted. Piece by piece; reducing to dust. Lost in time. Disappeared, like her. She was there that night, standing between shadows in the corner of the room. They saw her spiky antlers.
Not finding her eyes.
Only a smile as the figure tilted its head. Extending her holey hands.
The Child hurried upstairs and tried to sleep once more. Longing the Sun.
------------- Author's note: I swear to fucking God every time I write something in this language I sound as a total different person. I've been reading Annihilation lately and some fanfics, yet I still feel my skills as insufficient. Could improve more, how? Who knows, not me, that's for sure. Letting the self-pity monologue aside, I hope you could at least enjoy this piece a little bit. Chapters 3&4 have been giving me some ideas too, so perhaps I'll start writing soon more things than just shitty micro, pseudo-horror tales.
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their shallow observations will only stall the transformation
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I love drawing him being evil and floweyesque and going ooouh ooh look at billy badass over here. watch out for nefarious nathan. mf antagonistic aaron. he think he so cool I hate him
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56/64-1: oh wow! i am so happy about this information!
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i can do anything i want to
Bonus: the original sketch version
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The Burghley Tea Theory
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I read (a) comment(s) on YouTube about how Berdly would drink his own tea, take damage, and then insult the flavor without knowing, so I turned it into a low quality comic.
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˙⋆ I laid with you in the biggest grass
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