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Dream remained sitting next to the bed, a deep sense of unease settling in the pit of his stomach. His trembling eyes remained locked on the doorknob that constantly shifted and turned, manipulated by someone he didn't even know. The dim light in the room seemed to flicker with every movement, adding an eerie ambiance to the already tense situation.
The coldness of the floor beneath him seemed to pierce his body as he shook, bones rattling like wind-chimes in a storm. He cursed the floor under his breath, feeling its icy touch intensify his fear. The voice behind the door, an otherworldly presence he couldn't comprehend, continued to emit noises that sent shivers down his spine. It murmured and groaned in indescribable ways, further scaring the already shaken guardian.
Scratches emanated from where Dream was sitting as the unseen entity was trying to claw its way into the room.
"Please, please, please," he begged under his breath, the desperation evident in his voice. The last thing Dream wanted was for that thing to get inside. Who knows what it was capable of? Certainly not him, nor did he want to find out.
He leaned back against the sturdy bed frame, trying to find some sense of security, but a feeling of helplessness washed over him like an unwelcome wave. Dream didn't know why that thing was after him. Was it a forgotten deal, a broken promise, or did the creature simply want to feed on his fear and anguish? The questions continued to pile in his head, his mind racing in search of answers.
The room felt like a cage, trapping him in with an unknown terror.
"Mmmmrr… Drrrrr..mm," Dream's head jerked towards the door at the sound. It felt like the thing behind the door knew his name, or at least, that's what he assumed. What else would "Drrrrrm" refer to, if not him?
He tried to suppress the rattling of his bones as much as he could, but his fear was becoming increasingly palpable. His pricked eyes continued to gaze at the door, expecting the worst with each passing moment.
One of his trembling hands instinctively rose to cover his mouth, muffling any sound he might inadvertently make. The murmurs from the other side of the door grew louder, accompanied by relentless scratching, like claws digging into the wood.
Dream's heart pounded in his chest like a war drum, drowning out all other noises. He scanned the room for something, anything, that could help him in this dire situation. His phone was downstairs in the living room, and he knew he couldn't call for help. The room itself offered little aid; it was practically empty, containing only a bed, drawers, and a small desk. Panic began to rise within him as he felt trapped and vulnerable.
In his haste to find a solution, he failed to notice that the door was almost broken until it was too late. The creature had managed to break through, and before he could react, the door was thrown open, revealing a nightmarish sight.
The thing stood there, a monstrous and grotesque figure, its twisted form casting an ominous shadow over Dream. The air from the sudden impact slapped him in the face, and his body froze in shock and terror as he stared back at the creature. Fear filled up the room like a dense fog, choking him as he and the creature made chilling eye contact.
In the blink of an eye, Dream found himself being lifted from the ground, the creature's grip like iron, and then he was thrown out into the dimly lit hallway. His spine and pelvis stung from the impact, making it harder for him to prop himself up and escape. Panic surged through his veins as he struggled to catch his breath, but it seemed the monster wasn't done with him yet.
The creature's foot came down with a bone-crushing force, stomping against his chest and restricting his airflow. Each gasp for breath became more desperate than the last, his arms reaching out in a futile attempt to push the monster away. But the creature's strength was overwhelming, and Dream could do nothing to stop the relentless assault.
As his vision began to blur and darkness closed in around him, Dream's mind raced with regret and fear. He wished he could turn back time and undo whatever had brought this malevolent force into his life. But this was his fate now, and he had no choice but to accept it.
Unbeknownst to Dream, salvation was just moments away. As his eyes closed for what seemed like the final time, the front door swung open, and two familiar figures stepped inside. Blue and Ink had returned from their errands just in time. They rushed to the hallway where their friend was.
Blue’s face filled with shock and he watched the monster press its foot against Dream. Before questions could fill in his mind, he summoned bones, piercing through the monster
Ink, on the other hand, appeared to be curious at the sight of the monster. He was uncertain of where it came from or who it was. He stood there analyzing the monster.
“Ink! What are you doing? Dream needs our help!” Blue snapped Ink out of his train of thought.
He positioned his paintbrush in his hand and began to paint chains, tying the monster up.
The monster, on the other hand, appeared to be unphased. Instead, it disappeared living the two of them in shock.
Dream's life was spared, but the encounter would leave deep emotional scars. As he regained consciousness, he found himself enveloped in the reassuring embrace of his friends, thankful to have them by his side once more.
“Dream? What happened,” Blue asked frantically. His face was filled with worry as he searched his friend's body for scars.
He responded with nothing but silence as he tried to think of an explanation in his head.
Ink continued to patch his chest, shifting his gaze to his friend's face from time to time.
“I don’t know guys, but the thing looked hot” Ink randomly stated, immediately catching the attention of Blue.
“INK? I bet he doesn’t even remember what it looked like! Don’t say inappropriate stuff.”
Dream chuckled at the thought. Maybe he wouldn’t be as scared if he thought so too.
After numerous questions from the two, Dream slowly fell asleep. His chest slowly rose and sank in peace.
“We should probably think of plans tomorrow afternoon,” Blue quietly suggested. He tucked his friend into bed and then turned off the light switches.
“Can we do it in the evening?”
“Afternoon. End of conversation.”