Deranged

Reality?

His brother snapped awake with the cool sweat of the fear of being killed once again- Again? His eyes too wide looking like he saw a ghost.. he lifted his right hand, A great shiny blade in his hand tightly being squeezed. The blood flowed like water drops on a window from the victim terrified, a slice with blood trickling down their cheek. The shock pulled the blade back and then dropping it with a ding and spinning on the splinted wooden deck. He stumbled back-What happened? His mind felt like it was being flipped upside-down.

Wasn't he asleep?

He felt like-he didn't know himself anymore. This isn't the scary nightmare he was having...that creature was terrifying, it crawled over him inhumanly, it's limbs cracked and twisted. Black ooze dripped from the eyeless sockets in it's head and it's mouth with a full set of sharp teeth, it looked speckled with blood? He felt another thick sweat droplet drip down his face. By now the person ran, if he didn't wake up..what would have happened-? The sickly taste filled his mouth, making him throw up in his mouth alittle..he has never felt this sick before, Was this real? It felt oddly familiar -After being revived, that-creature wouldn't stop coming when he sleeps... A sudden jolt stuns him awake- Again?

He was losing cents of reality..his mind felt like when he was in the dark lonely void..almost like it was going against him but why...

'Wilbur! A voice screamed from it seemed like the darkness. He jumped up sweating again but was this for real!? A slight puff from his extremely dry mouth, he almost choked on his own breath. His head was pumping, and his heart was racing so fast. The voice tightly hugged him, The fear still there almost waiting..for something to happen..like a big cat hunting its prey.

It was almost like a slice in his reality, he told the person by his side to leave. This was a hard time he was in the void for it felt like forever and now this creature is almost haunting him..unknown for the reason but he was scared to find out. It definitely wasn't something good. It was driving him insane, every day, every night, he couldn't run it was almost like it was attached to him-the gross look shot into his head. He tried to scream but nothing came out, but he knew that it was always there..watching and waiting for the time where he was completely alone-like the time where he finally got killed years ago when he blew up his own country...L'Manberg..-it was a special place where men could go.. but its not there anymore, It was him and Tommy his brother that started it all-Tommy? 

No-no-no he frantically jumped up looking around but nothing but darkness filled the space less room

 How could he be so stupid, but yet again Tommy was too dumb to realise that he was only using him. A sharp pain suddenly hit Wilbur in the lower back, making his helpless body fall down like a big storm hitting a cherry blossom, a cool towel on his forehead and-Techno?  His long pink hair flowed from his head, a skull covering his face, long ears almost pig like. He definitely wasn't human. But how? when? is this real? What was this creature doing to him? he was insane from the impact of his father..father? he left him at a young age, to look after Tommy...never to be seen again..It wasn't like his father could come back, he was a stranger to Wilbur now..