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twisted-legacies · 2 years

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A Nightmare Dressed like a Daydream

Author’s Notes: So the PV for Chapter 7 dropped and guess who got some inspiration for a fic?!

Night Raven College was dead quiet-It always was at night.

The campus was always so noisy during the day-there was always something to do, somewhere to be, someone to be with.

During the day the campus bustled with life that never seemed to end. The paths across campus pulsed like living veins-even paths in the sky unseen by the naked eye, wither it be by Humans, Beastman, Fae, Merpeople, Monsters, Androids, or whatever else lurked on campus. The buildings of the campus almost seemed to breathe with how much noise the school made and the general feeling of the students and staff. The animals and plants seemed to fall into the background as the residents of Night Raven went about their lives, adding to the noise of the campus that sometimes felt that the whole world could hear them.

But a night, the campus felt different.

To Quentin Nighty-Sallow, the night at Night Raven College had never made her feel more like she was in her family tomb.

At night, Quentin was always reminded of small Night Raven College truly is compared to the rest of the world, of how insignificant it is when compared to others places, she’d seen-purely in size.

The night was always dead silent she could hear any movements no matter how far away it was. The once large and spacious walls felt suffocating, like they’d eat Quentin alive if she didn’t go back to Ramshackle as soon as possible, or there was something lurking in the corners of the school that only reared its’ head at night. Even when someone else was by her side, she never felt safe.

Though, if Quentin was being honest, she hadn’t felt safe anywhere since she Overblotted. And she doubted she ever would feel safe again after all those Overblots.

But, Quentin was used to it.

The Ramshackle Dorm Leader was used to the empty hallways, the creeping darkness, and the piercing silence and the feeling of never letting your guard down.

After all, when you grow up pleasing others, you learn very quickly what it’s like to be alone.

But as the night rolled on, something gripped unto Quentin.

�̶̨̖͙̰̰͙̲̲̳̻͈̽̆̄�̵̟͑̾̍ꪊ̸̨̧̡̖͕̻̮̥̳̮̙̬͂̐̕ͅꪀ̷̡̖̠̖̫̦͓̮̗͐̂͒͐̃̎͗̈́͊̑ ̴̡̘͇̯̞̬͎̝̦͇͈̔☼̷̡̜̘̪̬͈̫́́̀̓́̍͘︎̸̼̱̥̻̰̍̍̓̃͛̒͗̆̆̂͂̿̕͝◆̷̢̛̈́̿̔︎̷͎̖͈͓̪̣̹̞̜̤̖̥̔̏̓͛̽͆̊■̶̡̞̞͙̯̹̤̗͎̖̌͐͜͜ͅ︎̸̧͔̺͉̱̭̩͈̗͕̩̗̝͉̌́͆̽̌̕̚͝ͅ ̷̛̯̗̯̮̦̝̪̭̩̟̟̲̫̯̀̈́́̎͋̅̓̆̊̆̿

ᴚ̸̧̧̻̖̩̦͇͇̰̤̥̘̐̌͆̍̀͑́̄̒͐͝n̷̨̛̗͖̥͇͈͇̥̳̜͕̈́̊̀̾̔͜͝͝ṉ̶̢̛̭̗̞̲͔̩͓̠͎͚̼̏͑́̄ ̷̰̼̻́Я̸̧͉̗͍̙̼̱̑Ц̵̢͇̺͖̻̗̀̈͗̉͂͑̆̒̐̎̋̚͝П̴̧̨̦͚͙̯͚̬̭̣͈̤̤̦̄̊̓̀̍̈́͆͌͛̌̑̔͝͝ͅ ̸̨̢̜̙̯̹̯͇͗͘ɼ̶͔̠̺̯̪̗̠̼̺͓͔̯͉͑̆̊̑̒̅̇̊̈́́̈́̃̅̕͜પ̸̱̮̮̘̘̕͜͝ก̸̡̛̜͓̘̘͓͚̰̟̳͊̈́̇̐̎̆̆̓͆̓̍͘͠ ̶̙͉̳̙̩͉̈́̂̇͋̌̇̅͌̅̅̿͝Я̵̛̛̺̰͖̘̠̦̼̟͑̌͂͊̉̉̈́̌́̅̕͠υ̵̧̰̞̰͔͈̬͚̲̜̜͚̝͖̍̈́͆͂̇̍̋͑ň̵̖̬̘̪̥̖̮͍̫̪̳̾̈́͗͗͂́̑͆̾̌̽͠͝͠ ̸̨̢̛͍̹̦̰̰̪̖̻͊͂̒̀̊́͜R̶͇̹̱̣͈̦̓̓̍υ̸̶̷ׁ̧̢̢̢̗͇̲̥̖̩̹͔͓͎͕̺̟̙͇ׅ̣̰̮͖͌̃̏͗̆̂͐́͊͑͠ꪀ̸̸̵ׁ̢̨͎̝̯͕̭̳͈͓̤̬̝̱̞̫̘̘̩̹̬ׅ̳̺͕̹̦͕̟̌̽̒́͆̃̈́̕͠ͅ

An inescapable feeling. Like a prey’s sense of their natural enemy being close by.

̸̣̽˙̵̬͑N̵̜̊∩̸̭̏ᴚ̵̱̊ ̸̯̓'̶Ǹ̸̩I̴̠͒⊥̶N̶̢͂Ǝ̶̟̚∩̷̱̔Ό̸͓̀ ̷̢͐N̵̹̿∩̵̲̓ᴚ

And it ate at Quentin.

So much so it became hard for Quentin to breathe with the feeling like she had to run, her world started to blur and spin with her tears, and she felt the floor collapse under her and hid under the table in the library in hopes it would protect her.

But the magic pen on her pocket suggested it wasn’t getting better with how quickly it was turning to black.

“Aaaah-Gaaaaaaaaahhhhhh-haaaaaaaaaaaa-” Quentin seemed to trying to breathe through her mouth, but all she felt was something wrapping around her neck.

Someone-

R̴̛̩̘̦̟̣͉͚͉̦̳̜̂̈͐̀͊̽̿̊̿̇͘̚̚͜͝͝Ư̶̛̗̩͆͒̐̑̓͂̊̅̓̍͂̀͘͝ͅN̶̨̡̨̡͚̫͉̤̘̪̼̦̺̹͖̖͉͇̼̰̯̣͇͕̜̜̯͔̳̺̠̜̖̟͈͎̗̙͙̱͎̓͊̏̊̐͒̅̒̊́͊̂̂̋̍̈͛̐͘͜͝ͅͅ

Help me-

R̴̛̩̘̦̟̣͉͚͉̦̳̜̂̈͐̀͊̽̿̊̿̇͘̚̚͜͝͝Ư̶̛̗̩͆͒̐̑̓͂̊̅̓̍͂̀͘͝ͅN̶̨̡̨̡͚̫͉̤̘̪̼̦̺̹͖̖͉͇̼̰̯̣͇͕̜̜̯͔̳̺̠̜̖̟͈͎̗̙͙̱͎̓͊̏̊̐͒̅̒̊́͊̂̂̋̍̈͛̐͘͜͝ͅͅ

I’m going to die here!

Y̸̡̯̣̺̩̞̗̫̬͕̱͓͖̜͇͎̫͓̜͖̱͈͎͙̭̙̹̠͎̮̬̫̝̭̝͍̼̑͊͐̌̆̌͐͆̈͋̀̔̓̓̌̊̊͘͜͝͝Ơ̵̧̡̲̳͍͕̙̣͉̼̞̼̤̺̭͍̰̘̞̪̥̊̓̍̈͗͒̍̓͆̿̇̐͗̿̓̋̀̈́̏͆̉͊͊̈̽̓͛̃̕͝ͅͅŲ̵̛̦͇̭̹̮̯͆̍́̌̈̉̑́̈̈́̍̈́̔̃͋̈́͊̿͗̆̎̒͌̓̑̀́͑̇͝ ̴̧̡̡̡̧̘͚̠̞̝̪͓͈͖̳̜̤͙͍̲̮̻͉̘̱̺̺̗̞̳̹̫̻͙̹̞͚̳͓͓͖̼̝̭̬̯͖͌̆̀͋̅́͌̀̾͂̓̈̅͌̑͐̈́̒̓̄̊̃̒̔̍̃̑̃̈́̀̇̊̂̔̈́̓̓̆͋͜͠H̸̛̛̛̖͍̻͎̱͉̩̘̘̿̄̑̆͊̌̌͑̂̎̄͋̈́̑̀̽̏̊̉̌̍̄̇͊̑̉̿̽͋̓̔͘̕͝͝͠͠͠A̴̧̢̨̢̛̤̮͓̗̮̻̲͖̟̝̲̜̱͕̲͙̟̳̙͕̭̙̻̮̟̗̺̱̅̈͛͒̄̐̃̆̄́̿̆̈̅͒̏́̆̅̆̒̐́͂͗̎̐̋̊̕̕͜͜͝͝͠͝͠V̵̢̢̨̢̢̧̛̝̮̖̣̝͔̼͉̻̣̣̭̣̩̱̦̫̼̪̖̝̻̪͊͊̅̍̇̈́̿̆͋͒̽̀͋̀͂̐̿́͊́̽̍̋̊̈́̾̆͋̏͛̕̕̚͜͠͠ͅȨ̸̧̪͙̫̯̯͈̦̲̥̄̏͋̉̈́̔͊͒̓̑͐̆̑̒̊̒͛ ̴̨̧̗͇̯͎͈̹͔̞͍̺̠̈́̒́̈̿͒̓̈̾̍̍̕̚ͅͅṬ̸̡̨̫͖̰̜̟̰̬̲̙̲̤̲͔͇̻̪̟͎̜̥̃̽̔̊̀̓̒́͆̂͗̈́̉̈́̓̀͗̏̀́̓̆̀̀̂̈͆̃̑́͌̈͌̔̚̕͠͝͠ͅƠ̵̡̨̧̛̱̜̻̖̼̮̲͉̙̹̤̒̄͂̋́͐͗̂̃͊͐̈́̽̈́͑̒̊͌̅̄̅̄̋̑̍̊͂̾́̂̒̾̌̋̃͘͜͝͝ͅ ̵̢̡̡̡͈͍͈̯͚̬̲̘͉͇͓͇̺̞̟̥̓͊̅̄̾̌̍̃̐͊͐͐̃̌̑̍͆̂̀̾́̀̂́̄̚ͅŖ̶̨̡̨̧̬͍̮͓̺̬͇̝̝̝̤̪̮̟̩̗̩͇̈̂͜Ú̴̡̧̢̨̱̲̫͍̫̣̲͔̞̻͚̺̱̻̼̙̰͈̹̜̺̱̒̍̌̒͌́̈́̇̒͛̃͛͐̒̕͘͜͜ͅN̸̢̡̧̨̨̛̛̟̘͇̺̩͇̠̪͇̲̱̺͎̹͚͔͖̣̱̄̆̂͑̌͋͗̉̈̔͛͌͒̈́͑͛̆͂̊̔̐́̀̒̀͑̎͂͛̿̈́̽̅̅́̈̂̽̐̀̿́͌̕͘͝͠͠

Yuu, Grim, I’m sorrt--

Y̸̡̯̣̺̩̞̗̫̬͕̱͓͖̜͇͎̫͓̜͖̱͈͎͙̭̙̹̠͎̮̬̫̝̭̝͍̼̑͊͐̌̆̌͐͆̈͋̀̔̓̓̌̊̊͘͜͝͝Ơ̵̧̡̲̳͍͕̙̣͉̼̞̼̤̺̭͍̰̘̞̪̥̊̓̍̈͗͒̍̓͆̿̇̐͗̿̓̋̀̈́̏͆̉͊͊̈̽̓͛̃̕͝ͅͅU̵͆̍́̌̈̉̑́��̨̛̦͇̭̹̮̯̈̈́̍̈́̔̃͋̈́͊̿͗̆̎̒͌̓̑̀́͑̇ ̴̧̡̡̡̧̘͚̠̞̝̪͓͈͖̳̜̤͙͍̲̮̻͉̘̱̺̺̗̞̳̹̫̻͙̹̞͚̳͓͓͖̼̝̭̬̯͖͌̆̀͋̅́͌̀̾͂̓̈̅͌̑͐̈́̒̓̄̊̃̒̔̍̃̑̃̈́̀̇̊̂̔̈́̓̓̆͋͜͠H̸̛̛̛̖͍̻͎̱͉̩̘̘̿̄̑̆͊̌̌͑̂̎̄͋̈́̑̀̽̏̊̉̌̍̄̇͊̑̉̿̽͋̓̔͘̕͝͝͠͠͠A̴̧̢̨̢̛̤̮͓̗̮̻̲͖̟̝̲̜̱͕̲͙̟̳̙͕̭̙̻̮̟̗̺̱̅̈͛͒̄̐̃̆̄́̿̆̈̅͒̏́̆̅̆̒̐́͂͗̎̐̋̊̕̕͜͜͝͝͠͝͠V̵̢̢̨̢̢̧̛̝̮̖̣̝͔̼͉̻̣̣̭̣̩̱̦̫̼̪̖̝̻̪͊͊̅̍̇̈́̿̆͋͒̽̀͋̀͂̐̿́͊́̽̍̋̊̈́̾̆͋̏͛̕̕̚͜͠͠ͅȨ̸̧̪͙̫̯̯͈̦̲̥̄̏͋̉̈́̔͊͒̓̑͐̆̑̒̊̒͛ ̴̨̧̗͇̯͎͈̹͔̞͍̺̠̈́̒́̈̿͒̓̈̾̍̍̕̚ͅͅṬ̸̡̨̫͖̰̜̟̰̬̲̙̲̤̲͔͇̻̪̟͎̜̥̃̽̔̊̀̓̒́͆̂͗̈́̉̈́̓̀͗̏̀́̓̆̀̀̂̈͆̃̑́͌̈͌̔̚̕͠͝͠ͅƠ̵̡̨̧̛̱̜̻̖̼̮̲͉̙̹̤̒̄͂̋́͐͗̂̃͊͐̈́̽̈́͑̒̊͌̅̄̅̄̋̑̍̊͂̾́̂̒̾̌̋̃͘͜͝͝ͅ ̵̢̡̡̡͈͍͈̯͚̬̲̘͉͇͓͇̺̞̟̥̓͊̅̄̾̌̍̃̐͊͐͐̃̌̑̍͆̂̀̾́̀̂́̄̚ͅŖ̶̨̡̨̧̬͍̮͓̺̬͇̝̝̝̤̪̮̟̩̗̩͇̈̂͜Ú̴̡̧̢̨̱̲̫͍̫̣̲͔̞̻͚̺̱̻̼̙̰͈̹̜̺̱̒̍̌̒͌́̈́̇̒͛̃͛͐̒̕͘͜͜ͅN̸̢̡̧̨̨̛̛̟̘͇̺̩͇̠̪͇̲̱̺͎̹͚͔͖̣̱̄̆̂͑̌͋͗̉̈̔͛͌͒̈́͑͛̆͂̊̔̐́̀̒̀͑̎͂͛̿̈́̽̅̅́̈̂̽̐̀̿́͌̕͘͝͠͠

Y̸̡̯̣̺̩̞̗̫̬͕̱͓͖̜͇͎̫͓̜͖̱͈͎͙̭̙̹̠͎̮̬̫̝̭̝͍̼̑͊͐̌̆̌͐͆̈͋̀̔̓̓̌̊̊͘͜͝͝Ơ̵̧̡̲̳͍͕̙̣͉̼̞̼̤̺̭͍̰̘̞̪̥̊̓̍̈͗͒̍̓͆̿̇̐͗̿̓̋̀̈́̏͆̉͊͊̈̽̓͛̃̕͝ͅͅŲ̵̛̦͇̭̹̮̯͆̍́̌̈̉̑́̈̈́̍̈́̔̃͋̈́͊̿͗̆̎̒͌̓̑̀́͑̇͝ ̴̧̡̡̡̧̘͚̠̞̝̪͓͈͖̳̜̤͙͍̲̮̻͉̘̱̺̺̗̞̳̹̫̻͙̹̞͚̳͓͓͖̼̝̭̬̯͖͌̆̀͋̅́͌̀̾͂̓̈̅͌̑͐̈́̒̓̄̊̃̒̔̍̃̑̃̈́̀̇̊̂̔̈́̓̓̆͋͜͠H̸̛̛̛̖͍̻͎̱͉̩̘̘̿̄̑̆͊̌̌͑̂̎̄͋̈́̑̀̽̏̊̉̌̍̄̇͊̑̉̿̽͋̓̔͘̕͝͝͠͠͠A̴̧̢̨̢̛̤̮͓̗̮̻̲͖̟̝̲̜̱͕̲͙̟̳̙͕̭̙̻̮̟̗̺̱̅̈͛͒̄̐̃̆̄́̿̆̈̅͒̏́̆̅̆̒̐́͂͗̎̐̋̊̕̕͜͜͝͝͠͝͠V̵̢̢̨̢̢̧̛̝̮̖̣̝͔̼͉̻̣̣̭̣̩̱̦̫̼̪̖̝̻̪͊͊̅̍̇̈́̿̆͋͒̽̀͋̀͂̐̿́͊́̽̍̋̊̈́̾̆͋̏͛̕̕̚͜͠͠ͅȨ̸̧̪͙̫̯̯͈̦̲̥̄̏͋̉̈́̔͊͒̓̑͐̆̑̒̊̒͛ ̴̨̧̗͇̯͎͈̹͔̞͍̺̠̈́̒́̈̿͒̓̈̾̍̍̕̚ͅͅṬ̸̡̨̫͖̰̜̟̰̬̲̙̲̤̲͔͇̻̪̟͎̜̥̃̽̔̊̀̓̒́͆̂͗̈́̉̈́̓̀͗̏̀́̓̆̀̀̂̈͆̃̑́͌̈͌̔̚̕͠͝͠ͅƠ̵̡̨̧̛̱̜̻̖̼̮̲͉̙̹̤̒̄͂̋́͐͗̂̃͊͐̈́̽̈́͑̒̊͌̅̄̅̄̋̑̍̊͂̾́̂̒̾̌̋̃͘͜͝͝ͅ ̵̢̡̡̡͈͍͈̯͚̬̲̘͉͇͓͇̺̞̟̥̓͊̅̄̾̌̍̃̐͊͐͐̃̌̑̍͆̂̀̾́̀̂́̄̚ͅŖ̶̨̡̨̧̬͍̮͓̺̬͇̝̝̝̤̪̮̟̩̗̩͇̈̂͜Ú̴̡̧̢̨̱̲̫͍̫̣̲͔̞̻͚̺̱̻̼̙̰͈̹̜̺̱̒̍̌̒͌́̈́̇̒͛̃͛͐̒̕͘͜͜ͅN̸̢̡̧̨̨̛̛̟̘͇̺̩͇̠̪͇̲̱̺͎̹͚͔͖̣̱̄̆̂͑̌͋͗̉̈̔͛͌͒̈́͑͛̆͂̊̔̐́̀̒̀͑̎͂͛̿̈́̽̅̅́̈̂̽̐̀̿́͌̕͘͝͠͠

Everyone. . I’m sorry.

Y̸̡̯̣̺̩̞̗̫̬͕̱͓͖̜͇͎̫͓̜͖̱͈͎͙̭̙̹̠͎̮̬̫̝̭̝͍̼̑͊͐̌̆̌͐͆̈͋̀̔̓̓̌̊̊͘͜͝͝Ơ̵̧̡̲̳͍͕̙̣͉̼̞̼̤̺̭͍̰̘̞̪̥̊̓̍̈͗͒̍̓͆̿̇̐͗̿̓̋̀̈́̏͆̉͊͊̈̽̓͛̃̕͝ͅͅŲ̵̛̦͇̭̹̮̯͆̍́̌̈̉̑́̈̈́̍̈́̔̃͋̈́͊̿͗̆̎̒͌̓̑̀́͑̇͝ ̴̧̡̡̡̧̘͚̠̞̝̪͓͈͖̳̜̤͙͍̲̮̻͉̘̱̺̺̗̞̳̹̫̻͙̹̞͚̳͓͓͖̼̝̭̬̯͖͌̆̀͋̅́͌̀̾͂̓̈̅͌̑͐̈́̒̓̄̊̃̒̔̍̃̑̃̈́̀̇̊̂̔̈́̓̓̆͋͜͠H̸̛̛̛̖͍̻͎̱͉̩̘̘̿̄̑̆͊̌̌͑̂̎̄͋̈́̑̀̽̏̊̉̌̍̄̇͊̑̉̿̽͋̓̔͘̕͝͝͠͠͠A̴̧̢̨̢̛̤̮͓̗̮̻̲͖̟̝̲̜̱͕̲͙̟̳̙͕̭̙̻̮̟̗̺̱̅̈͛͒̄̐̃̆̄́̿̆̈̅͒̏́̆̅̆̒̐́͂͗̎̐̋̊̕̕͜͜͝͝͠͝͠V̵̢̢̨̢̢̧̛̝̮̖̣̝͔̼͉̻̣̣̭̣̩̱̦̫̼̪̖̝̻̪͊͊̅̍̇̈́̿̆͋͒̽̀͋̀͂̐̿́͊́̽̍̋̊̈́̾̆͋̏͛̕̕̚͜͠͠ͅȨ̸̧̪͙̫̯̯͈̦̲̥̄̏͋̉̈́̔͊͒̓̑͐̆̑̒̊̒͛ ̴̨̧̗͇̯͎͈̹͔̞͍̺̠̈́̒́̈̿͒̓̈̾̍̍̕̚ͅͅṬ̸̡̨̫͖̰̜̟̰̬̲̙̲̤̲͔͇̻̪̟͎̜̥̃̽̔̊̀̓̒́͆̂͗̈́̉̈́̓̀͗̏̀́̓̆̀̀̂̈͆̃̑́͌̈͌̔̚̕͠͝͠ͅƠ̵̡̨̧̛̱̜̻̖̼̮̲͉̙̹̤̒̄͂̋́͐͗̂̃͊͐̈́̽̈́͑̒̊͌̅̄̅̄̋̑̍̊͂̾́̂̒̾̌̋̃͘͜͝͝ͅ ̵̢̡̡̡͈͍͈̯͚̬̲̘͉͇͓͇̺̞̟̥̓͊̅̄̾̌̍̃̐͊͐͐̃̌̑̍͆̂̀̾́̀̂́̄̚ͅŖ̶̨̡̨̧̬͍̮͓̺̬͇̝̝̝̤̪̮̟̩̗̩͇̈̂͜Ú̴̡̧̢̨̱̲̫͍̫̣̲͔̞̻͚̺̱̻̼̙̰͈̹̜̺̱̒̍̌̒͌́̈́̇̒͛̃͛͐̒̕͘͜͜ͅN̸̢̡̧̨̨̛̛̟̘͇̺̩͇̠̪͇̲̱̺͎̹͚͔͖̣̱̄̆̂͑̌͋͗̉̈̔͛͌͒̈́͑͛̆͂̊̔̐́̀̒̀͑̎͂͛̿̈́̽̅̅́̈̂̽̐̀̿́͌̕͘͝͠͠

Quentin Nighty-Sallow woke up in something. . . warm and soft.

When she opened her eyes, she saw. . . it was dark. There was no light anywhere.

Eh? What is that?

When Quentin moved her hand, she felt something slip off her hand and her hand bumped into something, something soft-she felt what she’d hit closer. . . it was like a plush couch. . . Silk? with padding underneath?

What. . . is this?

A sharp pain pulse through Quentin’s head, and she curled into herself and in the process her head hit something, making the pain worse, Quentin also then realized the air. . . was rather warm.

Magic and Blot, that hurt. . . what was that? Did I hit my head? Quentin started to feel what had hit her head.

Well, at least was hard, so it wasn’t silk. . . Quentin tapped the surface to feel. . . Plastic?

What is going on? What happened?

How did I get here in the first place?

That’s not important, I need to get of this. I might suffocate to death if I stay here. Quentin thought, as she turned herself so she could use her shoulders, in the process feeling something slip off of her.

Quentin slammed her body into the plastic and the space rocked, making things fall unto Quentin. So, I am in a box.

Quentin slammed herself again and something outside the box snapped. A tree branch? And. . . Rope?

They. . . tied up the box? Why?

Quentin rocked the box as best she could, several snaps could be heard from the outside and after one more slam, the area flooded with light and Quentin saw herself in. . . a bedroom?

“What in the name of Magic?” Quentin muttered to herself as she looked around the room.

The room was huge and luxurious.

The room must have been the size of a lecture hall, making Quentin felt so small in comparison to the room.

The room had a huge bookcase in the back of it, filled with books and scrolls that seemed to go on forever, as well as comfortable chairs and desks scattered about the room with snacks and drinks scattered about the room. The ceiling was covered in stars, jewels and drapes hanging from the ceiling touching the floor. making the room look. . . almost ghostly. There where candles floating around the room, revealing the room. . . was mostly green, brown and black and white and covered in jewels with the drapes and symbols-symbols of dragons, bats, crocodiles, birds, and rabbits mice and cats. . .playing together and symbols Quentin didn’t understand. There was a light breeze coming through the room, lifting the drapes and jewels making a song Quentin felt she knew, but she didn’t know why she knew it.

Quentin looked back in the coffin, and there was. . . blankets, pillows and stuffed animals where she once was. But. . . she knew those blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals. It was unmistakable, those where her blankets, pillows and animals from all her life.

No. . .

No!

Quentin shivered in fear as she stepped away. This. . . This has to be some fucked up joke. How. . . how could someone have done this?

A strong gust of wind then burst through the room, making the jewels and drapes thrash violently and reveal. . . there was someone else standing there.

Someone who looked exactly like Quentin.

Quentin woke up in a cold sweat before she calmed down, looking out the window of her room. It was still dark outside from a clouded sky, but is was so clouded it was hard to tell if it was the day or nighttime.

A nightmare, huh? Quentin thought to herself as she got up from the bed to sit by the window.

After a few moments, Quentin stood up from her windowsill and looked at her drawer and dragged a finger across it, getting a small pile of dust on her finger. . . was that dust always there?

Quentin quickly shook her head before she noticed spiderwebs in the corners of her room. Spiderwebs? Okay, I know those weren’t there last night.

Quentin’s eyes widened. Yuu and Grim!

When Quentin got to Yuu and Grim’s room-While Yuu and Grim seemed to be sleeping peacefully as can be, the room seemed to be in a similar state. There was dust starting to build up and spiderwebs starting to form.

Is it the ghosts playing a prank on us?

No-why would they do something as simple as this overnight with planning something else. I’d better check the rest of the dorm just in case.

Quentin walked down the stairs of the dorm to the main areas, where everything looked as it once had-but after Quentin lifted her hand from the staircase and had dust on her hand she quickly went to the kitchen, leaving a small footprint trail behind her.

Oh Magic-the tuna’s expired.

Wait. How? Grim opened it yesterday!

Quentin went over to the fridge-a few things in the fridge where spoiled.

Wait. Those where things I was planning to use for dinner this week-They couldn’t have spoiled in a day when the fridge is still running.

Quentin quickly rushed up the stairs to her room to find her watch where it read. . .

It isn’t Wednesday of the week she thought it was. It’s Sunday of the next week.

Quentin’s eyes narrowed. I’ve been asleep for a week.

But, how?

I don’t feel any-

Quentin felt. . . bone tired.

She suddenly began to feel. . . exhausted. Like everything she’d ever done was coming back to haunt her and drag her down.

Ah. I must have been cursed.

Quentin trudged herself towards her windowsill, where she lift up the seat where she pulled out two bottles of a strange liquid and quickly drank them together.

What in the name of Magic and Blot was that? Quentin breathed like she was about to drown, and soon, the feeling of sleep started to fade. Who cursed me? That wasn’t a petty curse just anyone could cast from how tired it made me.

A sleeping curse that strong?

Is this the Brair Witch’s curse? Then, who cast it and what for?

I need to check and see if the rest of the school is affected by the same curse.

Quentin then changed from her nightgown to her school uniform, and packed her bag full of what she thought she might need before and left her room but as she was about to pass Yuu and Grim’s room, she looked sadly into the room and took something from her bag-which looked to be her armband l before Quentin quickly set the armband under the pillow of the two, which seemed to make Yuu stir before hugging Grim again, and falling back into a peaceful rest.

The sky was very dark out, making hard for Quentin to even see where she was going through the fog. Even though there where flashes of green lightening that sometimes lit up the area-it wasn’t enough to pierce through the fog. But unlucky for the fog, Quentin knew the school like the back of her hand and didn’t need the lightening to her help navigate its’ premises.

Malleus is awake and somewhere on campus. Quentin thought as she saw a flash of green lightening and hid under a nearby building to avoid lightening. If he’s awake, then he’s either immune to whatever curse was cast, or he’s the one who cast it.

Alright. There is only two scenarios that could be playing out here. Quentin started to walk towards the Halls of Mirrors.

If Malleus isn’t behind all this-what is he doing? I don’t sense any magic battles happening.

Was Malleus threatened to stay back or else? No. That’s not possible. Nobody is this world is that stupid enough to threaten one of the most powerful magicians alive, much less a prince without knowing what the consequences are. Quentin thought as she passed the greenhouse, which had also started to show signs of the week’s neglect.

But. . . Yuu and Grim were under a curse and the dorm has shown time has passed, and other than that, the dorm showed no signs of being tampered with, magic or otherwise.

Is Malleus waiting on something? If so, what is he waiting for? Isn’t Malleus descendent of the most powerful magician known to Twisted Wonderland? As far as I remember, the Brair Witch has no limitations on her magic in the legends she’s in, so theorically, neither does Malleus so he doesn’t need to wait on anybody or anything before he does anything.

Is the school being used as a hostage to keep Malleus at bay? It might be-and Malleus might fall for it-especially if they threatened Yuu’s safety. But if that’s the case. . . Why was Ramshackle safe? Did Malleus make a deal so Ramshackle would be safe in exchange for his cooperation? But-if that’s the case, what about the other dorms? Are they okay? Quentin thought as she walked across the bride-she didn’t have much further with how fast she was walking.

Wait. But if Malleus is the one who cast the spell-he might have taken over the school and is holding the dorms hostage for whatever he is planning, and he spared Ramshackle because he pities us, or he doesn’t want the Clever Rabbit’s fate to get in the way. If that’s the case-want does Malleus want?

Well, I can’t keep sitting here and expect to find the answer. I need to go investigate the other dorms for more information.

Quentin then entered the Hall of Mirrors.

Stepping through the mirrors in the hall of mirrors was always a strange experience for Quentin.

She’s had experience in teleportation magic before-but never anything like the ones like at Night Raven College.

To her, it always felt like she was stepping through the mirrors was like going through a barrier-or through a wall of water. Quentin wasn’t able to really explain it to everyone else, but she always felt like when she passed through those walls she’d end up in a different outfit or something.

Quentin went from dorm to dorm-to find the other dorms where in a similar state to her own.

The dorms where all dead silent-not a sound were made in the dorms but the ones Quentin made which, is she was being honest-frightened her in dorms like Savanaclaw and Scarabia-dorms known for their noise.

The animals in the dorms where all alive-but barely. Most of the animals you could see their bones and where openly hostile towards the dorm leader, but after Quentin fed them, they seemed to okay again. When Quentin looked around, the dorms had indeed not been maintained-there was rotting food, dust collecting and spiderwebs where there should not be, luckily there didn’t seem that anything was an immediate danger to the dorms and its’ residents. When Quentin went to check on the students-she found all of them asleep. Some seemed better off than others-but all of them were alive. That’s what mattered to her.

Even Diasomnia is asleep. So, they’re not involved in this-so whatever is happening, they’re not accomplices. Quentin thought as she walked out of Diasomnia’s mirror.

So Malleus isn’t using the other dorms for some take-over the world plan, and I didn’t see the staff either. Are they at home?

Praise Magic and Blot-then. . . What is Malleus planning?

Quentin’s eyes widened.

Most of his fellow dorm leaders were kidnapped within the span of an hour and most likely he was left untouched and heard the news when it was too late- then Yuu disappeared within the span of a few hours and then they came back so suddenly not even a day later.

Who won’t be scared that someone they cared for disappeared into thin air and you could do nothing but hear what had happened and pray for their safety?

This must be how Malleus is coping.

But. . . A sleeping curse?

Why would he cast a sleeping curse? It does more harm than good-while we are dreaming, our bodies may give out. There’s only so much sleep we can have before our bodies-they start to fail.

Malleus probably wasn’t thinking right, and still may not be.

But. . . can he still be reasoned with when he’s emotional? Is it even safe?

Well. . . no matter. I’ve assessed the students’ situation-now I need to find the staff before I decide what to do.

If Quentin was being honest, she was starting to panic. Her situation looked pretty dire and she couldn’t and all this happening-this was starting to take its’ toll on her, as it seemed her magic pen was getting blacker and blacker the longer Quentin wandered around.

Where? Where is everyone? Quentin thought as she searched all the staff rooms-only to find each one was empty until she entered Crowley’s office-where she found all her staff sleeping at her feet. Ah. I see. This situation. . . Is truly dire.

Quentin’s Magic Pen turned a darker shade of black the seemed to swallow any and all light the touched it.

Now what? What I supposed to do? Blot knows what’s here-and I can’t do this alone!

The Pen of Quentin’s chest seemed to be starting to fade from the color black to reveal other colors-lots of colors that splattered through the gem that hadn’t been seen on a Magic Gem. The colors danced through the gem like a disease that had infected a being, and it seemed to only be getting worse.

I. . . I can’t stay here any longer. I need a place to hide. Quentin thought, as she quickly left the Headmaster’s office.

Quentin wasn’t even really thinking when she ran-all she knew is she needed to get somewhere safe, quickly. and after looking at her shoulder, she realized why.

Ah. This again. Quentin sighed as she ducked into her classroom, well, her old classroom, now. I can’t deal with this right now!

Quentin then pulled something out from her pocket-It looked like a metal pin with a black substance caged in the middle. Quentin quickly took the object and placed the pin-like item on top of her Magic Pen, which seemed to quickly took away to horrible disease-like colors from Quentin’s gem, and eventually making the gem a pure white color and as soon as Quentin’s Magical Pen turned white, Quentin coughed up an ink-like substance before she tried to stand up, before falling down on the ground again.

Great, just great. Now I need to clean this up and-

“Quentin?”

The Ramshackle Dorm Leader wiped her head around, and there stood The Dorm Leader of Diasomnia-with a look of horror on his face.

“You. . .” Malleus walked towards the dorm leader, who was trying to pick herself up using a nearby desk. “You’ve been using-”

“So what?” Quentin quickly added, pulling herself up into the chair and sitting down. “There is a lot worse being done at this school. Why do you care that I have something when there’s people here who’re abusing each other?”

“Where did you get this?” Malleus seemed to growl and a flash of lightening flashin through the sky but Quentin didn’t seem to mind as she faced Malleus with a look that. . . was hard to make out. Was it. . . Anger? Sadness? “There’s no way you could have made this on your own in this day and age.”

“What you’re going to do if I tell you? Stop them from being produced? Malleus, you can’t stop the oldest known practice of removing Blot. It’s still an medical practice used in the modern day, you don’t need to act like it’s a banned practice.” Quentin snaped back before picking up the metal object again, but Malleus quickly grabbed the object and looked at it before he seemed to grow a tail, and fangs and his eyes began to glow green and more flashes of lightening flashed through the sky, this time even closer than before.

“You know what this’ll do to you?” Malleus’ voice didn’t even sound human anymore-it was too deep and too animalistic that Quentin almost didn’t understand.

“Because unlike some people at Night Raven, I wasn’t blessed with resistance to Blot.” Quentin simply said, as if stating a fact. “You think being allowed to be an Overblot state for half a year would just let me off scott-free like others on this campus? Malleus, there are consequences to Overblotting.”

Malleus’ fingernails turned to claws, and yet, Quentin didn’t seem afraid despite looking better than before with the lightening flashing so close Quentin could feel the nearby area filling with electricity. “You’re willing to let your body rot for the sake of your magic?”

Quentin said nothing in response, which only seemed to make Malleus more upset before his more draconic features seemed to fade, and a flash of lightening hit a nearby tree before. . . a fog engulfed the area and once again, Quentin felt tired before Malleus pulled her into a hug.

“It seems you cannot be trusted to care of yourself.” Malleus simply said, his voice back to normal, and he hugged Quentin tightly, as if he let go, she’d turn into something else. “But that’s alright. I’ll take care of you.”

“W-W-What?” Quentin said, as she started to feel light-headed and her eyes became heavier to keep open. “Malleus-”

“It’s fine. You don’t have to worry about anything anymore.” Malleus said as he stroked her head and Quentin’s worry started to feel numb. “Its’ not your fault you were born in such bad circumstances you call life. But I can fix it. I’ll fix everything.”

It was getting harder for Quentin to think.

“Everything. . . will be how it should be.”

Someone-

“Yes, how it should have been. From the very beginning.”

Quentin fell asleep.

#[ So I watched the Diasomnia trailer and my brain went. MMMMMMMMM. Good creepy Malleus stuff. I am here for it. Alright! Creepy fanfic time!#well. I say fanfic it's more like a blorbo. This is NOWHERE close to how I normally right. But hey! At least I can write again. ]#[ Watch out peeps. I'm going to reply to your shit >:) ]#[ 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓽𝓮 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓮 ] - Out Of Character #[ 𝓐𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓪'𝓼 𝓗𝓸𝓹𝓮 ] - Quentin Nighy-Sallow

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