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Day Off.

Of course, as soon as I fall asleep the stupid fucking dream comes back.

I'm standing in a field. I've been here so many times before and the same thing happens every god damn time. I stand around waiting for the man to appear. I watch as he slowly comes into my sight. He has ram horns but I can never make out his face. His voice is also slurred so it's hard to hear what he says. He hands me a bag then walks away. I already know what's in the bag. I open it slowly, TNT. But why? I'll probably never figure out why. Then my dream starts to change.

I'm standing in L'Manburg. Next to a button. I've been here as well, so many times. I go to press the button against my will. Everything explodes. Most people survive. All eyes are on me now, I can't tell who anybody is, their faces were all blurred. I turn around and tell the person behind me to kill me and that they all want them to. They do. they always fucking kill me, of course they tell me no but I don't accept. Why do I want this to happen.

I wake up and put my hands over my eyes. I groan slightly and wipe the sweat off my forehead with my sweater sleeve. I stare up at my ceiling. I hear the faint noise of Tommy's tv in the distance. Did he fall asleep with it on or did he just not fall asleep? I rub my eyes and grab my glasses. I slowly put them on my face nearly poking my eye out. I flipped over and stared at my wall. My closet was slightly open. "Maybe Tommy is up..or came in when I was sleeping." I struggled to sit up. "Fucking sore.." I cracked my back and fell. Well shit. I sat back up and slowly stood up. I yawned as I walked over to my door. I peeked out, Phil must've left to go do something. I saw a faint light coming from Tommy's room which must've been his tv. The house wasn't exactly dark, I mean duh we had windows we didn't live in a rock. But there were no lights on. I peeked into Tommy's room, then slowly opened his cracked door. I didn't quite expect what I saw. Tommy was face down on his bed, a cartoon was on the tv, and he was wearing one of my sweatshirts. I smiled down at my sleeping brother. I didn't want to wake him but I had nothing better to do. I argued with myself about waking him for a bit. I decided not to wake him, I pivoted on my heel and started walking downstairs. I walked into the kitchen, trying not to be extremely loud. I grabbed waffle mix out of our pantry and set it on the counter. I grabbed some fruits out of the fridge mainly strawberries and blueberries. I carefully grabbed the waffle maker from a cabinet. I got the ingredients needed to mix the waffle mix. I started mixing and then poured it into the waffle maker. I tapped my finger on the table and waited for it to finish.

I had four waffles finished when I heard soft but fast steps coming down the stairs. "Mornin' Tommy!" Tommy yawned and waved. "Did you smell me making waffles through your sleep?" Tommy grumbled but nodded then sat on a barstool. He's such a gremlin all the time. I looked at Tommy's, well my sweatshirt. "What do you need?" I pointed to the sweatshirt then handed him a waffle with strawberries on it. He grumbled then started eating. "I 's cold." I nodded, of course I understood what he was saying. Even though he had his mouth full I completely understood him.

After we had finished eating, I cleaned everything up and leaned against the counter. Tommy raised his head and looked at me. "Whatcha need?" "Dunno. I'm gonna watch cartoons, wanna come with?" I sighed, he couldn't even finish a sentence. "Sure." I mean at least he was being nice. We slowly made our way upstairs to Tommy's room. I flopped down on his bed once we got into his room. He sat on the floor next to the bed. I started zoning out but made it look like I was watching the show.

I woke up. I must've fallen asleep while zoning out. Tommy was past out, drooling. I smiled and stifled a laugh. I turned my attention to the tv. I didn't know what cartoon was playing but it was and it seemed quite boring. I heard a door open downstairs. Phil must be home, which means he can make dinner for us. I looked out the window. Tommy had a perfect view of the town. The view in my room was the palace. Of course I didn't mind that, but I still enjoyed people watching. I saw George run into the bakery like he always did for his evening coffee. Ranboo looked at peace for once in a couple of days. He must've finally calmed himself. I watched as a guy I've never seen before walk by. He was wearing almost all dark green. He had a mask that covered his mouth and he was carrying a bag that looked like a red stone bag. Eret did tell me about this new guy. I wonder what his name is. I'll have to ask when I see him around. I looked over to Tommy who was looking at me. We held gaze for awhile before breaking and sprinting downstairs. Phil must've finished dinner and we hadn't eaten since our sorta late breakfast.

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Kinda liked writing this chapter. It was pretty chill. Also idk how to make waffles so I tired going off of what my mom normally does. I could've picked pancakes cause I know how to make those but eh. Hope you enjoy!

-Lana <3