Diablo Gang Fanfics

Eerie Dreams | Chapter 1: Who?

The rays of the scorching sun were covering the person's face. The dream felt nostalgic, as if he had met the person in front of him.
The rustling of leaves, the un-rhythmic melody of chimes blown by the wind. The person who sat there facing him.

'Enzo, let's be the best' The other person called out with hopes and dreams.

'Yeah, sure.'

A sweet gentle fear, that passes by from a memory.

But alas this is just a dream.

Shuffle.

"Hmh..." Enzo woke up from the dream, leaving off from what 'him' from the dream said. In truth, 'Enzo' in the dream wasn't him at all.

"That was nice... Felt kinda sad though..." Enzo reminisced, as he got up from his bed, and went to his table. He pulled a notebook from the drawer and placed it down in front of him.

"September 21 20XX...."

Scritch. Scratch. Scritch.

"The orange-haired person was there again..." Enzo muttered as he wrote every word down in the notebook, he wrote down how it felt, the conversations, as he drew the place he saw in the dream.

He remembers bits of the details as he drew more and more about it, and as he was done he glanced at the pages once more to make sure he hadn't forgotten any other detail in the dream.

His memories of his dreams have improved ever since he started writing all of them down.

Enzo looked down the shelves under and glanced at the pile of notebooks underneath.

"Hah... Wow, it, piled up..." Enzo sighed out of surprise as he stretched his arms out and breathed out loudly. He placed away from the pens and pencils and stored the notebook back in his drawer.

'That person keeps on appearing in my dreams for a year and a half now...' Enzo thought as mulled.

He doesn't know the meaning, and he doesn't know the person in his dreams either but it felt nostalgic as if it were a memory from before.

'If that person did exist, would we talk like in my dreams?' He thought as he remembered the person in his dreams.

'"Hah... I need to go to work now though haha..." Enzo said out loud to shake himself out of the thought. He got up from his chair and started his day.

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Tap. Tap. Tap.

Click.

"Almost done..." Enzo muttered, looking at the look of the layout playing it again to make sure he hasn't missed any details that must be added, checking for the right saturation. He is busy, as is the company...

Ding!

His phone dinged, as his phone lit up as a message slid in the top bars.

'Yo! Enzo wanna hang out after you clock out? My treat!'

A message from his friend and co-worker, Denis. Enzo looked at the screen on his monitor and glanced at the time.

Seeing as he was almost finished with his work. He had a bit of a feeling he might get it done in time.

'Yeah, sure! The usual arcade, yeah?' Enzo replied with delight.

'Yeah! See ya at 5:30.' The message popped.

He placed his phone down the table and started to work on the layouts once again. Feeling pumped to finish his work more.

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