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A heavy haze. The world felt of it.
It lingered deep within the void beneath it- It had been eons since the light had hit its vast planes of neverending darkness. Tales of sudden death, centuries of studies of it being a journey of no-return. The void suffocates its victims, it is not friendly. Despite everything, he strangely feels at peace. Darkness- It embraced him, and he accepted it. He was in the void, was he not? Dark, empty- Yet, he breathes, perhaps he was wrong. Instead, Ze felt something underneath him- Something soft… Mattress like. The same thing carried his head, and something else was protecting his entire body from the cold.
Was he not suffocating, or had he forgotten what it felt like to do so? Or had he grown accustomed to it? He didn't know if he should be thankful for any one of the possibilities.
Next was slow, that's what it felt like- Slowly seeing another color. A white light. It stung his eyes- But its pain was familiar to the sunlight greeting you through a window nearby. He felt himself squinting away- He felt his neck, his shoulders- His arms. Everything. This light was not here to cause him harm, not this time.
It was here to wake him up.
…
Blurred lights, a watery feeling- His eyelids slowly separated. He tried taking a deep breath- But his chest refused to respond. By pure panic, he forced himself to sit up- Gasping for air rather greedily. He heard himself heaving before he noticed his world spun around and around endlessly. A soar, dry throat- Ears ringing, what happened? Taking a hand away from his chest, he glanced down quickly. A blanket, a bed- Where was he?
Then, though slightly muffled alongside the now fading ringing noise in both ears, a familiar voice boomed in the far side to his right. "What a dramatic way to come back to life, huh?"
Regect.
Ze's hands gripped onto the blankets, his head fiercely turned towards his voice. There, Regect stood- Now visibly a bit shaken.
It's a fake, the voice that lingered in the back of his mind whispered. What do you know?
When Ze showed no other sign of responding, Regect took a step forward- An attempt to get closer to him. "Alright, bud- You seem a bit out of it, so I'mma just-"
A fraud.
"Get the hell away from me!" Panic flooded within his entire body- A rush of pure adrenaline was summoned. He kicked away- Pushing his entire body farther from the fake Regect. The imposter yelled for him- Demanding that he could just stay quiet for a moment- But Ze wasn't able to respond before he felt nothing on his bottom and absolutely fell.
He expected a harsh drop. A possible bruise, a concussion- Or maybe worse, snapping his spine- But no. His back landed on something soft. He kicked away the blankets that fell with him and looked down. It was another mattress with clown themed covers and pillows. Huh?
"Ze!" Ze did tried getting up- He placed a hand on the bedside table, pulling himself up on his feet. "What is wrong with you!?"
Ze groaned at that- Never have he felt more offended by a question- He should be the one asking that. The audacity to continue wearing the face of someone he knew and cared slightly about.
"You don't get to fucking ask that!" He searched for something in his inventory- Anything. "You- You fake!" There was nothing that was currently under his possession. "Stay away!" His voice cracked as he yelled.
He noticed a lamp that stood on the bedside table near him. With all his strength- He snatched it, ripping the cable from its plug in the process. Ze held it in front of him like it was a sword- A shield. He pointed the lamp towards so-called Regect as he steadly went around the bed to get closer to him.
"Ze-"
"I don't want to hear it-!"
"Please-!"
"Why won't anyone just listen to me-!?"
The door to the room slammed opened. The impact practically shook the walls. Ze turned towards it, then his eyes widened. A woman, a clown- Moe stood there, one hand on the doorknob, her other arm carrying what seemed like a bowl of something. There was a sense of relief forming in his chest- Finally, someone safe, someone familiar- Someone who will definitely listen to him and to throw out this fake Regect and to find the real one, once and for all.
Her hair seems different. A pause. It's short. Ringing in his ears, it's happening again. Do you think she's really here? His hands trembled, betraying him. He couldn't breathe.
Look at her. He is. Look at him. He couldn't breathe.
He felt a loud thud vibrate in front of his two feet, something had fallen- And his hands hold nothing now. He needed something to hold onto- Something to grip, something to guide him as he was breaking himself apart by not breathing. The figure nearest to him, the one who wore the skin of his friend took another step forward. His arms stretched out towards Ze, he was saying something.
Look at yourself. He couldn't hear.
His lungs screamed at him, demanding- No, begging him for air. He hyperventilated, not being able to hear himself breathe made him panic even more. Ze's hands managed to grip onto something, and in desperation- He gripped onto the thing tighter- Even pulled slightly. Pain formed on his head- But he didn't care to register it.
"Ze- No! You're hurting yourself-" Why would he give his greatest concerns to you?
Ze wanted to say something- But only pathetic mumbling came out. The world was spinning again. He felt his back hit against the cold wooden wall- Suddenly, his knees locked, and his entire body slumped onto the floor. His vision darkening- But he still felt alive- And everything hurt.
Then, he squeezed his eyes shot. He spoke in mumbles- Mumbling his pleads, apologies- Begging for an answer to the millions of questions that ran across his very tired mind. He wanted out of that hole. He wanted to be back home. He wanted to see them again- His friends. He wanted Moe, he wanted Regect- He wanted everything to go back to normal.
Ze's world caved it on itself- The ringing noise came back.
Then… What felt like forever, his mumbling stopped at a sound. Clinking- A sound of something hard rolling slightly on the floor. A honk- And a quiet curse under a whisper.
Ze let his eyes open slowly, his vision eventually clearing away from salty tears. Moe was in the corner of his vision by the door, and Regect was on his knees- A good distance between them. The entity was carrying a handful of real, shiney diamonds- All sparking, all so precious. Ze was nothing but confused- Speechless.
Regect spoke, stuttering greatly. "I'm- I'm sorry, I'm so sorry- I-" His arms shook, so he slowly placed the diamonds down on the floor. Still- His arms were held in the air, hovering- Putting all of his concentration on his words. Because indeed- One wrong sentence, everything could blow again. "I'm sorry- I- I don't know, like- When this happens, you have to tell me what you want me to do since- Since I don't know-"
Ze's mind processed the situation.
"I just know that- That diamonds make a lot of people- Humans- Humans happy- People in general feel joy when they have diamonds, you know? So- I-"
He can summon diamonds. Ze's grip on his hair loosened, slowly revealing his blank face more.
"Dude- I don't know- I'm sorry."
"Summon."
"Huh?" Regect instinctively responded, Moe still stayed silent, eyeing the situation.
Ze let out a shakey sigh, an attempt to calm himself down. "You.. You can- Summon-" His voice so hoarse, his throat hurt. "You can summon… Anything, yes?"
Regect hesitated- His shoulders expressing that by twitching a bit. Ze felt that familiar pit in his stomace formed when he saw him hesitate.
"Y-Yes.." The entity answered eventually. "Anything… Yes.."
"Go, summon- Summon something- Rare." Ze's voice soft, uncharacteristic. "Please- I need to know."
"Oh uh- What's a- Considered rare..?" A honk came from Moe, she had a hand on her hip and an eyebrow raised. "Oh- Good idea." Regect readied himself.
Regect snapped his fingers, and a single netherite ingot formed right in front of him- Floating between the two. Ze eyed it- Speechless.
"You- You want more?" The entity questioned, his voice nervous- He was walking on eggshells. "Here- Here I can uh- Give you this-"
He clapsed his hands together just for a moment then opened them. A sword was formed- Full netherite, enchanted with the best enchantments that only the greatest of warriors in history could have ever obtained- Its proof etched onto the blade itself and how it unnaturally shone throughout. Ze must have looked like he had calm down when Regect looked like he was smiling.
"Here! I can- Here! I can make more!" Regect chuckled- Just in pure desperation. He immediately summoned even more tools- Pickaxe, an axe- Heck, even a farming hoe. All with the best enchantments in history. "Please- I- Just don't- Don't hurt yourself."
Hands pulled away from Ze's hair, the air came back through his mouth and nose- Entering his lungs. Life was given back to his body. Groggy- But he saw the world slightly get brighter. Regect's rambling became muffled- Overtaken by this sense of relief- Relief, because he had his proof right there.
"Regect-" Ze pushed himself to get closer. Before the entity could respond- He had to catch Ze's body before it hit the floor.
"Yo hey dude-"
"It's you." A whisper, it trembled- But it made it to both pairs of ears.
A lump formed- His body shook, vibrating slightly. He saw the soft colors of blue and red go closer- Then the presence of someone so familiar, and whose aura always seemed so joyful was right beside him. He heard himself whimper- Moe's hand brushing his hair, Regect's arms wrapping around his body, protecting him from the outside world.
Then finally, Regect's voice. "Oversized baby- Of course- Of course.. Anything- We're here."
Ze cried softly, his sobs only heard by the two people he felt safest with- Ever.
It was supposed to be a calm, non-exciting, and bittersweet atmosphere. Where an aroma of fruit scented shampoo laid faintly on pillow covers- Which was taken over by a strong, luxurious scent of homemade soup that was cooked with nothing but love and care. A hope for recovery. Yet, Ze's body trembled. Every single second- His arms couldn't stop shaking, as if he was still back in that hole. However, he knew very well that he didn't feel scared- Everything was far from fake. So, that meant something else, something that he dreaded the most: He was weak.
Ze's voice still slumbered in his throat, too weak to talk. It had just been two days afterall- Two days since that break down. For now, he resorts to shaking his head for yes or no answers from both Regect and Moe. The clown seemed understanding- Ze can still feel Regect's impatience for an answer, but the entity visibly forces himself to wait.
Regect had summoned a working clock in Ze's bedroom, and it was nearing lunch time. This time, Ze would be fully awake to actually witness it. The last few meals he was given, Ze was half asleep. The human had no idea if that was a good idea, since well- Risk of choking, but he pushed that thought aside since he was still alive. He faintly remembers a warm, fully liquid type dish- That smelled of chicken and vegetables, and the flavor tasted of a home he no longer goes back to.
Upon waiting for Regect for the food, Moe was with him. She laid her body across the bed horizontally rigth where Ze's feet would be (Which were under the blankets). She was fiddling with some magic cards, casually doing some very complicated and of course, impressive card tricks, as she honked about stories and things Ze had missed.
The door opened, chef Regect was here with the food. Ze wanted to make a joke about the dish being poison- But he was too tired to do so.
"I'm here with my 10 star Michelin soup!" Regect got to the bed side, summoned a new chair that quickly landed behind him at the perfect spot for him to sit down perfectly. Ze smirked at the act, not being able to hide his amusement. "This recipe made Gordon Ramsay baby cry."
Moe giggled at that, sitting up. Ze rolled his eyes.
"This is a 100 dollar meal- But since you're sick as hell, I might consider a discount." Regect held the spoon, picking up some soup. "And maybe because you're also my friend- Oh, what are you doing?"
Ze held both of his hands up, gesturing to Regect to give him the bowl. Moe tilted her head, honking.
"Dude, naw-" Regect told him, putting the spoon back down. "I'm not getting soup on your sheets, man. It would be a pain in the ass to clean since I may or may not have accidentally put in the liquid washer thing in the wrong slot in the washing machine."
Moe honked in surprise- Then groaned in her honks. The entity squinted a bit, delivering an apology combined with a chuckle. The human gave him a look, Regect sighed at that.
"Your hands are literally trembling." The entity gestured to Ze for him to look.
Ah, right. Ze looked down. They were indeed shaking rather violently. Ze sighed, putting his hands down. Moe honked again, causing Ze to glare at her slightly- His face turning a bit red.
"Pfft- Okay okay- Dude, I'll be one 100 percent- Totally, very- And seriously serious right now," Regect began. "I legit do not care that I am spoon feeding you right now, okay."
Ze stared at him with a skeptical look- An eyebrow raised at him.
"Legit, do not care." Regect clarified once again. "I won't even make fun of you about this in the future- Okay? I am for real more than happy to give you soup, okay dude?"
A pause, a long one. Moe happily swung her feet slightly while waiting for a response.
A sigh, then a nod. Regect gleamed in joy.
Days went by after that, and they went rather slowly. In those days, Ze was never really alone. In both in his wake and long slumbers, Regect, Moe, or both, were always by his side. Ze hadn't decided on what sort of emotion he should be feeling about this. It was quite unusual being this- Comforting around them, especially Regect. It surprised Ze when he managed to spot him reading a recipe book to make another type of soup (He was then immediately shooed away and scolded to lay down by the chef). It was a bit weird to see Moe so calm and slow.
His legs still shook, who knows how long he stood still in that cave- Mind away from body. Unmoving, deprived of sunlight and rest, legs going numb from the lack of blood circulation- His body was going through it. With that, Moe now always helped him when he needed to go down the stairs. He felt strange- Vulnerable. Well, he knew that he would of course definitely take longer than usual if he went down the stairs alone- And Moe was more than happy to be with Ze by his side.
But he knew what he was feeling, and it was shame. He took care of himself, he did for a long time. He didn't need anyone back then- But now he is sluggish when he walks, his hand shakes when he tries to use utensils, and he can only just barely write with a pencil. It all happened so quickly- He wasn't recovering fast enough and he was wasting both of Regect's and Moe's time.
Moe's time- She should be having fun entertaining other people, making shows and plays. Instead, she was there to entertain someone who was too tired to react, and who slept all the time. Regect was wasting his time making sure Ze wasn't- He didn't know, dying in his sleep? He was fine.
One day, when he was practising walking properly again- Moe had adviced him to get outside to stretch a bit. It would be pretty fantastic if his body produced its own Vitamin D for the first time in a while. He stepped outside, steadily letting himself take his steps. The sunlight hit Ze's skin- And the faint warmth hugged it. It was unusually quiet for this world at this time. Ze recalled the earlier times where some creature would suddenly appear and cause mayhem where they would have to fix. Funny, Ze exhaled a breath from those memories.
Then, he felt someone staring. The familiar pit within his stomach grew, anxiety bellowed within. However, it disappeared when he felt that stare to be a somewhat friendly one. He turned his head to the side slightly, eyeing whoever was behind him. Behind the window, Regect stood there in silence. Ze now realized that this stare was the same one he had sensed at night- When he battled against sleep and wake, he could feel a stare from someone at his side. It was never harmful, nor intruding- It was purely just to keep watch.
Ze didn't know how to feel about that- He wasn't a child to be watched all of the time, perhaps he should speak about this later with him.
Was he selfish? To still not feel happy about how hew as treated? Was it because of change- What did he want? For everything to be back to normal? How can it when he hasn't actually told them what had happened to him when he disappeared?
Still, it wasn't their fault.
"Can you… Tell me what happened to you?" A mumble came out of Regect.
It was night, only the lamp was on. Moe slept on her mattress on the floor. Regect sat on a chair, while Ze was on his bed, comfortable. The conversation slightly wasn't.
Ze hesitated, not knowing what to exactly say first.
"There was- Something happened. After a month of your-" Regect stopped himself, then quickly moved on. "A fake you or something came up to us, pretended to be you."
Ze's eyes widened, vaguely.
"And… What did you do?"
"Well- I uhm- Moe uh-" Regect chuckled rather awkwardly. "Not important- Anyway.. Yeah. We quickly knew that he wasn't you, so we were safe."
"Oh." They were able to find out so quickly- They knew him. They knew him. And it took him- So long, to figure out.
"So- Are you going to like.. Answer..?"
"I don't know.. I'm.." Ze mumbled, shifting away a bit. "Next time."
It wasn't their fault, for he was the one that pushed them away- Once again.
It was early afternoon, the atmosphere was a good kind of boring. It had been around a week or two after Ze's somewhat dramatic return, and he was just starting to feel more like himself again. Things were still a bit tensed, a lot of unanswered questions that hung in the air admist the talks they would hold- But that was pushed aside once again when Ze and Moe sat on the couch, both sat on opposite ends. With a blanket on top of him that he felt obliged to accept from Moe, the two watched the TV.
Then, Regect came into the picture. "So, I can fly, right?"
It was a sudden question that left Ze blinking at him. "Yes, and?"
"Right right- Good, you remembered."
The human gave him a look. "Of course I do. I'm sick, not an amnesiac-"
"Anyway- I just got the greatest idea!" He clapped his hands at that. "Let's go out! I saw an advertisement on the tube-"
"Bro really just said the tube-"
"I hate you-" Regect muttered quickly- Making Ze giggle at that. The entity continued with no problem. "I saw an advertisement on the tube about a grand opening of a pretty neat library, ice cream and bakery cafe-"
"Why are they all together-?"
Moe honked.
"Exactly, just like what Moe said! Anyway, we're going, and I'm flying us there."
"I do not trust you to carry me, man." Ze gripped onto the blanket, shielding himself.
"Oh come on! I can do it!" The entity whined, stomping his foot like a toddler. "I flew Moe a couple of times! And she loved it! I did not drop her!"
Moe honked. Ze's eyes widened.
"That was an almost drop! I have the instincts of a warrior!"
"You know damn well you don't-"
"We're going to that ice cream cafe-"
"Don't you have a car!? Where's your- Regect put me down!"
"And the way we go-!"
"REGECT OUR ROOF-"
On the way to the cafe, Regect, for some reason- Was singing the Batman theme song, even when both Moe and Ze argued that Superman was a better fit in this situation.
Soft bell chimed echoed off of the cozy cafe walls, where floral was for some reason a very significant aspect of its design. Were these plants and flowers real, or were they just fake, just for the sake to be performative? If these were real, the people who ran this cafe should probably list pollen in their allergy warning list. Moe stepped in first, holding the door for the other two. Regect stayed still, giving Ze the obvious signal to step inside before he did.
The cafe was quite busy this time- The customers were a colorful mess of obscure characters. All were brand new faces, Ze preferred that to be the case than to get a mini heart attack if he saw someone he actually knew. His mind started to wonder what had happened to the others- Like, what happened to the wizard guy Waka Fonte? Or that pirate that he had already forgotten the name of and couldn't be bothered to try remembering? Yeah, that should definitely be their topic of conversation in this cafe.
"Yo- Ze," he snapped out of his train of thought and turned to Regect. "What do you want?"
"Oh right. Give me a sec." Ze turned his head to the menu. It hung on the wall, and there were two workers who were- Well, working- Duh. One seemed to be having a good time and was skillfully making all of the orders at a swift pace- And the other, who handled the cashier, seemed to want to pass away.
Ze squinted at the menu. It was rather, strange. "What kind of names are these.."
"What? Perfectly normal."
"What the hell are nom nom balls and my sweet motherclucker?"
"You can order them if you want, dude."
"I swear-"
"Bro, you are making Moe wait and you are making a line!" Regect gestured behind him. Ze glanced at what he was referring to. A small, singular mouse, who had a wallet in its hand. Ah, okay.
Ze looked back at the menu. "I'll just have a coffee."
"Oh my arg, you are so boring."
"Did you just say oh my arg-"
"I'm getting you a motherclucker with the coffee."
"Bruh." Too late, all of them were already walking to the counter.
It looked like Regect had decided to take initiative to order, so he stood back and just watched the scene. Then the worker made eye contact with him- And Ze was about to give him a casual forgettable kind smile just for the sake of being friendly- The worker's eyes widened in absolutely shock and terror. Huh?
"Howdy!" Regect ecstatically greeted. Ze cringed at that. The entity slammed his arm onto the counter, leaning closer to the already frightened worker, who seemed to be shivering in his timbers. "Have we met? You look familiar!"
"Nope!" The worker squeaked.
"Hm- Do you like writing and drawing on stuff that you don't own-?"
"Nope! No, sir! Vandalism is wrong!"
"Ah- Then you are the wrong guy."
Moe giggled, Ze was confused.
"Anyway- One unicorn frappe with extra whipped cream- Right, Moe?" Regect glanced at the clown for a second, Moe nodded. He turned back to the worker. "And uh- One coffee with a motherclucker- Make that a meal. And uh- I'll get a wasabi milkshake and three slices of chocolate cake."
The worker nodded quickly.
"Ya got that?"
"Yes!"
"Good." Ze noticed a shift in tone at that. He decided not to question it. Then he blinked, realizing something when they found a booth for themselves.
"Wasabi milkshake?" Ze blurted out.
Regect sat down, Moe followed along and took the space beside him. Ze sat across from the two.
"Yeah man- You haven't tried it? It's good."
Ze gave up.
A sip of the coffee, the flavours vibrated on his tastebuds. It barely woke him up. Regect and Moe chatted, Ze opted to listen. Then slowly, the sounds muffled- Vision focused onto the chocolate cake slice he was poking at with his fork.
Why do you act like it's a secret? Ze sliced a small piece. He planned to eat it. They already knew something happened. He started playing with the small sliced piece. They've done so much.
He quietly smashed the small sliced piece of cake with his fork. Yet, you leave them in the dark.
…
A honk.
Ze blinked, he did not look up.
"Are you okay?"
…
…
…
"Something is after me."
…
The cafe noises in the background still played. People still chattered around, noises from the kitchen were still faintly heard- The clanging of cups and water running filled in the silence. Yet, the world froze for the three of them.
…
"Who?"
…
"I.." Ze gripped onto his fork. "I'm sorry."
…
"I was in a hole, in a cave."
…
"It sent me somewhere- A fake world… Filled with- Everyone was fake."
…
"And… Yeah."
…
"I just want everything to be back to normal." Ze placed down his fork, still refusing to look at the two people in front of him. "I'm still- So sick- And.. I want you guys to stop worrying about me- I'm just wasting your time.."
…
"I'm afraid you can't ask for normal again, Ze." A mumble from Regect, Ze listened attentively. Moe honked a couple of times, they were slow and gentle. A hum of agreement was heard from the one beside her. "You were gone for 2 years, Ze. I'm sorry too but- I really don't think you can ask us to be like before again- We're scared, scared for you."
"Yeah- I know-"
"You don't know- We don't know." Regect corrected them all. "You're struggling- And we're still- We're still processing our grief and- We're scared that something big will happen again and we'll lose someone again. And of course- We don't want that."
…
"So that's why- That's why we're still so- Different now.." The entity sighed. "And I'm sorry, I don't think we can go back to how it was before…"
…
"That's alright." He placed his hand on Regect's.
The entity paused, staring at it, processing. Ze glanced at Moe, giving her a reassuring smile. Moe gave hers back to him.
"I'm sure we can handle some change.." He sighed, in relief this time. "Just give it time, I guess."
"So, who's after you?"
"Not sure."
"What do they look like?"
"Uhm… Eyes?"
"Yeah, and?"
"… Yeah."
"… Ah, great."
"… Regect?"
"Yeah?"
"How powerful are you, exactly?"
"Like- You want me to compare myself to Goku or something-"
"Regect."
"Sorry sorry- Uhm… I-"
"I don't want to get taken away again."
"… I won't let it. Promise."
"Promise?"
"Of course."
Dead at night, Ze was alone in his room. He laid there on the bed, towards the window. It was closed, the curtains slightly opened- The moon barely in sight. Ze didn't want to know what time it was. Then he heard a soft knock. He didn't move. The door opened, it creaked broke the silence. A soft honk. Ze turned towards it.
"Moe?" She held her pillow in her arms. "What's wrong?"
She honked once, then twice.
"Uhm- Well, I won't mind." He made space for her in his bed. "Where's Regect?"
Moe closed the door behind her. She honked once again.
"Right, he doesn't sleep, huh?" Moe giggled as she got under the covers- The joy of getting into a nice warm bed was unbeatable. "Has he ever tried sleeping?"
The clown shrugged, Ze sighed. "Do you think if we say Regect three times, he'll appear?"
Moe snickered, then nodded quickly.
"Okay- Ready?" She hid her smile with the blanket.
"Regect, Regect, Regect!"
… Nothing.
"Huh- Bummer-"
Sounds of air shifting unnaturally- Regect plopped into existence right beside the bed. Both Ze and Moe screamed in terror.
"How the hell did you guys know how to do that." He ignored the surprised yelp from both of them.
"I- Well-" Ze stuttered. "It's kind of common sense?"
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Uhhhhhhh-" Moe honked a couple of times, changing the subject. "Yeah, Regect. We're having a sleepover."
"I don't sleep."
"Come on- Don't be a loser-"
"Sleep is for wussies-"
"Wahhh wahhhh- Regect can't do the simplest thing- Wahhhh wahhhh-"
"Oh my goodness- Fine-" The entity lifted the blanket. "Scoot over-"
They eventually did. Regect, Ze, and Moe, all three comfortably in bed together. Moe hugged her pillow, eyes closed- While still awake, her ears still listened to the upcoming conversation between the two men.
"So, what do I do now?"
"You just- Close your eyes."
"Okay."
"Are you closing them?"
"Yes."
"Then.. Relax." Ze closed his eyes, and slowly let out a breath.
…
"This is boring."
"Dude."
"Is sleep this boring?"
"Regect-" Ze yawned. "Just… Try it out.."
…
The entity stared at the ceiling.
…
"Regect?"
"Yeah?"
"Sleep."
"I don't know how."
"Count sheep."
"Why sheep specifically?"
"Sleep sheep, it rhymes."
"This is boring-"
"Just think of- Things… Memories- And maybe you'll find out why we sleep."
"Okay."
"While your eyes are closed, okay?"
"Fine."
…
Blissful nights, land of dreams. A world where he didn't had to create himself- It was nice. This is what people experience every night? Hm. Most seem to take this for granted then.
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Blissful nights, acceptance of change… For now, they were all here- Moments of calm, moments of peace.
A family.