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His hands were covered in grime. Disgusting, sticky, grime. Colors were blurred against his vision. The bright lights around him were pounding into his head, begging to pierce his skull in two.
His brother was still up there, still in danger.
And here Donnie was still on the ground.
He should be the one up there. He should be saving him. Why can’t he move?
Waves of panic rolled against his mind, sending shivers down his shell.
Please. Please dear god. Not his brother. His twin brother. Donnie’s innocent twin brother.
There was thundering in his ears. The portal closed.
closed.
Oh my god. Jesus fucking Christ. His brother was dead. It was all his fault.
Donnie felt something dripping from his hands. He peered down at them. They were covered in blood, angry, red blood.
No. No no no no.
His brother.
He covered his ears with his hands. Lowering his body to the ground. Air escaped his lungs.
He screamed. Begged. Cried, to any higher power. His body was being torn in two.
Nothing answered him.
There was just so much blood.
His brother.
Donnie’s body shot up in bed, the blankets tried to choke the life out of him. He ripped them off and threw them onto the floor. Air was evading his lungs. He shoved his hands over his ears, rocking himself back and forth in his bed. Tears pricked at his eyes. Donnie’s whole body was shaking, every sensation was just too much. Figures moved around him in the darkness. He closed his eyes, but the figures kept watching, growing closer.
I'm going to die.
In a flurry of motion, Donnie flicked his lamp on and jumped to his feet, nearly slipping on the floor. The lamp revealed his room. Jupiter Jim posters on the walls, and unfinished projects in the corner.
This was just his room. Nobody here but him. Donnie struggled a breath into his lungs, slowly sitting back down on his bed. He blinked the Tears out of his eyes.
Get it together. You’re being irrational. It was only a dream.
It was only a dream.
After a few minutes, his breathing leveled. The shivers did not, however.
Just a dumb dumb dream, about the dumb dumb invasion. His brother was fine.
Donnie checked his bedside clock. 3:34 AM the numbers told him.
He paused, considering the possibility of going back to sleep.
The shaking was still in his hands, persistent.
Donnie stood with new resolve.
Now was as good of a time as any to get a start on repairs. He had to keep his brothers safe after all.
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