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nightmares

a cold breeze drifted through the halls of the oletus manor, whistling through the creaky windows and old door frames. if only the hinges weren't so rusty, the painter thought. what time was it? edgar had been painting for who knows how long - and he had no quick way of checking the time. he had no clocks in his room and his blinds had been shut for days; his alarm clock had been broken during a panic and the only light available in the room was his lamp. with a sigh, the brunette stood up, dropping his paintbrush onto his easel gently.

inside his head, he had hoped for it to be late. the pit inside his stomach was growing, and he would need some form of fuel to prepare for a match just the next day - so food it must have been. he slowly opened his door...

...only to see something else. outside his door, was a gorgeous yet intimidating scene. the wind was much stronger and practically attacked every surrounding object - trees, grass, even the clouds seemed to be spinning around him. he stepped into the outdoors. edgar shivered and walked across the dark field - where was he? where was everybody? slowly but surely, his senses came to him and he stopped in his tracks. he was outside...? he spun around to return to his room with a nervous shudder, and-

the painters eyes shot open. it was cold, it was dark. he blinked, then blinked again, for he was back in his room. as he slowly sat up he tilted his head to look around. the stool he had used as a rest for painting was across the floor from him. his bed was made perfectly and a glass of murky water had been chucked on the floor beside him. he blinked again, and once more. his cheeks had been dampened from drying tears and a dull pain grew in his head. he stayed where he had awoken - afraid to move.

knock, knock, knock

huh?

"edgar- edgar! ya in there, can a come in?"

a voice invaded his silent room, only receiving a quiet groan.

"i'm comin' in, okay?"

the boy held his head in his hands, lifting his eyes to meet the intruders'. he noticed their eyes, they were a gorgeous desaturated olive shade. he would love to paint them. yet one of them seemed swollen, bruised, and an ugly bruise was set into his eyesocket. their hair was dark, a rich brown, and was tied back into an incredibly messy ponytail. a worried expression washed over their face as they rushed to the painter on the floor. when they spoke, a cute tooth protruded past their bottom lip- sort of like a fang. if he could use a word to describe this person, it would be shocking. of course, not in a derogatory way, just-

luca

"who gave you per...mission to enter? b-because it certainly wasn't me..." the painter whined at the sudden realisation of who it was. but this was no time to be embarrassed, he was in pain.

"eddie, what's the matter?" the prisoner's voice had been hushed, and he knelt down to examine the other. "aw, you poor thing- let's get up, mkay?"

the inventor placed his hands under edgar's shoulders and lifted him up, placing him on the bed beside them. he then quickly scooped up his dropped supplies and arranged them carefully, before returning to the disheveled boy.

"did ya fall? it seems like it, you've got a nasty bruise on your head just here..." luca looked edgar up and down and cupped his head. "'ts the dead of night, no wonder you seem to have passed out. you've gotta be more careful, y'know? do stuff like pay attention to the time more, and," the former inventor rambled on and on, yet his words flew in one year and straight out of the other. all he could do was look at him faintly. a daze washed over his mind and his eyes fluttered shut once more. the rest came naturally to him; he heard low hums and rested against something. he dozed off with a pain in his head and a hand in his own.

HELP IM SO SORRY i forgot about thsi. ik this is super similar to the last one but the brainrot is #real. also please, please please PLEASE feel free to hand over some ideas! i need your input, reader <3  this is so short pls il do more i swa e r also i didnt read this