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Martyn finds himself in a cold dim house with nondescript furniture. That there even is any furniture tells him immediately that this is a dream. He knew himself and Tim well, they weren’t that put together.
Alright, well if it’s a dream, time to figure out the moral, or the terror.
He took one step and instantly felt the abrupt discomfort in his head and spine, like something erupting out of his skin. Damn it, one of those kinds of dreams, eh? Not something exciting foreboding or existential, just body horror and pain bleeding in from the real world. Fantastic. He walked around the sofa and the dining table, taking solace in the fact that there were no eyes in the shadows, or on the walls. Just him this time, none of the usual company that comes with these dreams.
He rounded a corner and found a bathroom at the end of the hallway. Well, mirrors don’t usually work but might as well see what’s in the reflection. He tried to scratch some of the itchiness that had manifested on his arms, noting absently how his nails seemed sharper. Probably nothing.
What Martyn wasn’t expecting when he turned on the light in the bathroom was seeing Ren staring back at him in the mirror’s reflection.
Fuck. It was one of those dreams.
He looked at his hands, as Ren did the same in the glass, seeing the hairs on his arms coming thicker but also softer than it was before. Not coarse like Ren’s was. And his nails are, wait, no those are just claws at this point. Great. Martyn puts a hand up to his ears and feels them being fuzzier and more pointed too. If only this stupid mirror was actually showing him what he looked like.
He looked again at the reflection and nearly jumped back. It was still Ren, but with skin now paled to a dead grey, his neck cut clean through and bleeding, that jagged crown digging into his scalp. No. No no no no no no. Not again, not this one.
Martyn slowly raised his hand up to his neck, carefully watching Ren do the same back. Clearly not too carefully, as his hand bumps into his neck and his head starts to fall back off his shoulders.