Gifted | Sleepy Bois Inc

Chapter Eight

My dreams were filled with blood.

It wasn't an uncommon theme in my dreams, but the amount that night was ridiculous. People with heads barely attached to their necks limped after me, but when I reached for my sword, it wasn't there. Smoky figures chased after me in the darkness. Then a river of blood swept over and pulled me under.

I woke up in a cold sweat, my heart pounding in my chest as I silently surveyed my room. I was still surrounded by darkness, but this one was more comforting than the black void of my dreams. I had never been so happy to be alone.

The dream had left me rattled. I closed my eyes and exhaled, trying to calm myself down. Nightmares didn't usually freak me out so much, but for some reason that specific one really shook me.

Closing my eyes didn't help. The images were seared into my mind.

A quick glance at my clock told me that it was only five in the morning. Still an hour until I actually was supposed to be out of bed, but I didn't have anything better to do except lay in my bed and contemplate my existence.

I knew why that specific nightmare had decided to plague me. Smiley was still unconsciously on my mind.

"More people are going to die."

Tubbo was right. Of course he was right. It was nice of him to be so selfless and try to help others. In fact, I wished that I could be selfless like that, but in the end, I only thought for myself. I wouldn't go after Smiley because there was no guarantee that I could win against him. I'd just be sacrificing myself for nothing.

But Tubbo didn't consider that. He just wanted to help people before they all died. Like an actual hero would do, except for the fact that he wasn't supposed to be a hero. He was a bounty hunter. He was just a kid.

Even if I was only a year older than him, by society's standards, I was technically an adult already. And I was getting one-upped by a kid.

I sighed and buried my head in my hands.

Why am I so bad at life?

There was no point in me sitting on my bed, hating myself, so I begrudgingly pulled back the covers and slipped out. The sky was still dark, which wasn't a surprise at such a time. My stomach didn't want any food at the moment, which meant that forcing food down would only have it forced back up.

I glanced out my window again. I wanted to go for a run and stretch my legs a bit, get some exercise in to clear my mind. If I was constantly focused on Smiley, then I'd fail school even more than I already was.

Besides, news about Lapis's death would've already spread like wildfire by now. I wasn't really looking forward to all the talks and rumors that would surely be at the college building. A run would take my mind off of things.

Philza's room's door was still closed, as was Wilbur's. They were still asleep, like normal people would be at such a time. Unfortunately, I wasn't the most normal person in the world.

I quietly went downstairs, taking care not to make any large sounds. Both Phil and Wilbur already worked really hard as it was. I didn't want to rob them of any more sleep.

The soft pitter patter of rain outside the door told me that the ground was probably going to be wet, but that was fine. I was used to running in rain and getting soaked.

A two-hour run until Philza and Wilbur would be up. Sounds like fun.

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I squinted at my notes, trying to decipher my writing. Sometimes I forgot how bad my handwriting was when I was actually trying to write neatly. At any rate, my notes were basically useless.