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Marinette couldn’t remember the last time she had a dream. Her therapist and her had talked about dreams and how hers were nothing but nightmares, she disagreed with him though that they were a sign of her soulmate being alive and therefore they were good. She stood her ground that not having dreams would be better than this.
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“I dream of flying. It’s amazing, we both have always had strong dreams, he likes music like I do, and he loves the circus, he always seemed happy when I dreamed of my mom.”
“That’s wonderful, kitty.” She tried to be encouraging to him, but it was hard to show the right enthusiasm.
“What does your soulmate dream about, My Lady?” He turned back to her and smiled wanting to hear more about her.
“...I don’t have dreams, Chatton.”
“O-oh” he reached out and hugged her tight. “I’m sorry LB.”
“It’s okay, I don’t remember having them, but my mom said that when I was little I dreamed of story books, so I think that my soulmate liked fairytales.”
They sat there in silence for a few hours, neither one of them able to tell the other goodbye just yet. Eventually, they had to go so that they would be able to slip back into Alya’s home and get some sleep before her parents woke them up.
That night Marinette wished once again that she didn’t dream at all; this was so much worse than not dreaming at all.
She was in a box. It was small, and there wasn’t enough air. What was happening? Where was she? Did an Akuma get her? No, she couldn’t see Tikki, and she still had her earrings in.
‘Lucky charm!’ nothing happened. She couldn’t see anything. ‘TIKKI! SOMEONE! ANYONE! HELP!’
The dream changed. It never changed. But it was changing.
Green, just green, acid! She was being put into acid! It hurt! IT HURT!!! She was screaming again, she was screaming and no one was coming. ‘Plagg! PLAGG! THIS IS YOUR MAGIC! MAKE IT STOP!!!’
“Marinette! Marinette! Wake up! It’s just a dream!” Alya was shaking her awake. “Marinette, are you okay?”
She sat up and rubbed her eyes looking around. Nino and Adrien had come running in, and they were all looking at her now.
“Nette, I thought…” Nino spoke first.
“Girl, you said that…” Then Alya tried to put it into words.
“Marinette, why didn’t you tell us that you have nightmares?” Adrien was the one who finally got the words out.
Marinette hugged herself and stared at the ground. “It’s easier to say that I don’t dream… People don’t ask usually, it wasn’t a lie really…”
“Nette, you were screaming… you said you were in a pit of Acid. You called for…”
Marinette started hyperventilating and Adrien came forward and grabbed her in a tight hug. Alya and Nino were there not even half a second later.
“My Lady, I’m here for you. We all are.”
“He-he-he isn’t dead… b-b-but he was… and I- I just…” She took a deep breath and whipped her eyes, “his dreams are all like that… and I don’t know what he sees of my dreams…”
“How often?” Alya prompted.
“I dream of being buried alive every night. I dream of the everlasting darkness every single night.”