Metal Souls

Daymares

Your POV

I stepped into my apartment locking the door behind me. I laid my back against it afterward and slowly started to slide down as I breathed shakily.

Me: What the fuck is happening to me?

I ran my hands through my hair as I tried to calm myself down... I need to sleep... It's going to be a hell of a week. I stood up not even feeling like taking a shower. I threw all my stuff to the side and collapsed onto the bed. I sighed as I put a hand over my eyes as I started to drift off to sleep. As darkness started to creep in. I heard an echo of a grandfather clock tick ringing in my ears.

I guess you've forgotten about me...

I shot awake as I looked around. Still in my room. I just shook my head and decided to get something to drink. I left the room and went to the refrigerator to get some milk. Grabbing a glass from the cabinet. I started to pour a glass as something made me lookup. My glass now full started to overflow as I stared straight ahead. There was not just one of them... But two animatronics... In my fucking apartment. I slowly put the glass down as I breathed slowly.

Me: What the actual hell is going on?!

?: I assure you... I'm here with no intention of harming you. My friend here. Can't even if she wanted to.

The one that spoke was all red and had no eyes.  He had a long snout and it sounded like he had bones cracking every time he moved. He also appears to have large teeth and a head shaped somewhat like that of a crocodile or alligator. He holds a fishing rod much larger than himself with no hook. The other was similar to a circus clown with red hair in ponytails, rosy cheeks, and bright green eyes; wears a red skirt and cropped top with frills on the shoulders. Her mouth is opened in a wide smile, revealing small, flat endoskeleton teeth, framed by thin, red lips. Her cheeks are large, round, and red, and her squarish nose is red and slightly upturned and pointed. Her midsection is exposed, revealing a metal fan surrounded by an orange triangle with rounded points. Her limbs have silver segments in rectangular shapes, and her hands have red palms.

Me: I... I have to be dreaming.

Red: Yes. You indeed are. But I assure you. The five senses you have are still very much here.

Me: Who the hell are you?

Red: I'm Old Man Consequences...

Me: And I'm a fucking Jehovah's witness. What do you want from me?

O.M.C.: To leave a demon to his demons and to help you take care of yours.

Me: Great and who is she?

O.M.C.: Her name is Circus baby. She'll be your guide. But that is not what matters at the moment. We'll talk about this after you survive.

Me: Survive? Survive what!?

O.M.C.: Them.

Me: Oh that's very descriptive. Thank you. Wanna put him or her in that anywhere!? Because you are not helping at all! You know what. This is a dream. You're not real. She's not real. I don't need to listen to you.

He reached over and flicked me on the head. Making me flinch and put a hand where he flicked me.

Me: Ow dammit.

I then realized... I felt pain... He then took a seat on the floor somehow still eye level with me as put his arms on his plastic knees.

O.M.C.: Do I finally have your full attention?

Me:... Yes?

O.M.C.: Time is irrelevant here. The time you went to sleep is the same time that is right now. Until you step out that front door.

He said pointing to the door to the exit of the apartment.

Me: Then great I'll be leaving.

O.M.C.: I'd advise against that for the moment.

Me: Why?

O.M.C.: If you leave. You will not wake from this nightmare. You will face these things. These demons. They will fight their way to you. They want your soul. Because of the connection, you have in your past... And I do mean HIM. You have his blood in your veins. They want it. They beg for it. They yearn for the blood on their hands. You die in there. You will never wake up again.

Me: Then what do I do?

O.M.C.: Survive long enough to see the light of day again. Time HERE only goes from 12 to 6. The hours are not that long. If anything it's minutes. Baby will speak to you when you leave. She'll give you instructions to protect yourself. Some days the instructions will change since the location will change as well. I will inform you when it does.

Me: Why are you helping me?

O.M.C.: There's someone I want. He's been taking lives and avoiding death for too long.  You being alive will help me secure my goal. Then you will never have to see me again.

Me:... Are you two like them? Souls trapped within costumes?

O.M.C.: I did not meet such a fate. She on the other hand. Was one of the first. Now she's a wandering soul. Wanting HIS death as well. The only reason she is not wanting your death. Is because she has more control over her rage.

Me: How reassuring...

O.M.C.: You may leave when you're ready. It's only your first day. So they will be very predictable. But, you must remain cautious.