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K doesn’t sleep much. When she does, her mind is often plagued with endless nightmares and memories of the past. She considers it a blessing that she doesn’t need much sleep, but unfortunately she has to sleep now.
She’s exhausted, frankly. Trying to figure out this whole... fucked up situation has been physically, emotionally, and mentally draining.
K thinks to herself as she falls asleep. She wonders if she couldn't have done something different, that maybe she didn’t do enough, and now it’s her fault Wren... did something . K only knows that Wren took over Cookie’s body. Somehow. It doesn’t make sense to her, and she’s been technically dead for over twenty years at this point.
The fox dreads sleeping tonight, but she does anyway, so she can at least figure this shit out quicker.
K should know by now that this dream will be anything but pleasant, but she can’t contain how happy she is to see Cookie, completely unharmed and seemingly having forgotten what happened.
“I’m so glad you’re okay,” K whispers, holding the wolf tight.
“Why didn’t you save me?” A voice in her ear asks quietly.
“...What?”
“It’s your fault she hurt me,” The voice whispers, and it doesn’t sound like Cookie, but that’s the only person who it could belong to. “You hurt her, didn’t you? And then she hurt me because of how horrible you are.”
And her daughter- no, the
illusion
melts in her arms, the wolf’s face distorted, as laughter surrounds the fox.
And then K wakes up. She wakes up gasping for air that she doesn’t really need, tears already gathering in her eyes.
I don’t know how to fix this , She thinks, bringing her knees to her chest. I don’t know how to fucking fix this.
K doesn’t know what she’ll do if she can’t. Cookie’s basically the only thing she’s living for at this point, and even then, killing herself wouldn’t fix anything.
But gods, she really wants to fucking kill herself at this point. She has to fucking fix this. Somehow.