Dear Mister Sandman

Chapter 35

"Look at him. What is he doing?" The elder woman asked, turning away from the newly installed monitor in her office. Her long, black hair moving along as her serpent like green eyes rested upon her son.

"I believe this is what humans call panic attack, mother." Phobetor answered, just now arriving at her office. He came straight to her after having dropped the message to Morpheus. He looked around the bright room, wondering how on earth his mother could bare all the light in here.

"Ugh, pathetic." She responded with a snarl, standing up to approach her son. 
"I feel like you could have done a better job." Was the first thing she said. Phobetor rolled his eyes.

"The only better job would have been abducting him too." He told his mother.
"And why didn't you? Hypnos would come for his son, as I said before. Not some meaningless human girl." She countered, reminding Phobetor of the long discussion they had the day prior.

"As I said before, Hypnos is a coward. He does not care about anyone, but himself. You and I both know that. So, having his son put pressure on him, will get us more than some stranger showing up at his door and telling him we have his son. He has spent decades on earth and if I didn't know better, he could've fooled me about being an actual human. Maybe, just maybe some of those useless emotions somehow got to him. Maybe he actually feels some of them now." Phobetor explained.

"You truly believe that." His mother shook her head.
"I do. Morpheus is our best shot when he's panicking, but still alive." He looked at the computer monitor, shaking his head at the sight of Morpheus pacing his hotel room, hands feverishly raking through his hair.

"These humans will ruin themselves with all their useless crying and suffering." His eyes shot to his mother, who by now sat back down at her desk, watching Morpheus as well.
"Well, at least they invented cameras. Otherwise, we would not be witnesses of this spectacle." Phobetor turned around to leave, when a voice arose.

"She is awake." The whole house echoed with the male voice. It was nowhere near as deep as Phobetor's, it was more boyish, yet mature. 
"I'll talk to her." Phobetor volunteered, not waiting for his mother to respond, before he left her office and went to the stairwell. He instantly felt better when darkness surrounded him as soon as he reached the cellar. 

"Nathaniel?" Her voice echoed through the rock walls of the hallway to her prison.
"Look who's awake." Phobetor started as soon as he caught sight of the woman clutching the iron bars of her cell tight. But she took a step backwards in fear as soon as she saw Phobetor. 

"You must be Charlotte. I have heard a lot about you." His grin was surreal, Charlie noted. It was as if his mouth just kept stretching. But his skin looked so glassy and white. It looked like porcelain to Charlotte and not the cute way of describing a skin shade. No, it looked like actual porcelain. Like her mother's old white Chinese vase. 

"Who are you?" She refrained from stuttering in fear as her back hit the cold iron gates behind her. Charlotte looked around, her eyes roaming the rocks outside of her cell. It looked like she was in a cave somewhere. It was freezing in here, so she figured this wasn't hell yet.

"How ill-mannered of me. I am Phobetor Kaos. Pleasure to meet you." He stepped closer towards Charlie's small cell, which was only big enough to let her lay down and not stretch. Because if she were to, her feet and hands would touch the bars. 

"Ph- Phobetor?" Now, she stuttered. And she had every reason to. If she knew about Morpheus, she obviously knew about his brother Phobetor. In Greek Mythology, he was the frightener, often described as a dark, cold beast or creature from your worst nightmares.
"Ah, I see. You've heard of me." The Uvalion turned away from her to get a wooden stool that stood beside her cage. He dragged it, so he could take a seat in front of Charlotte.