A/N: Schlatt's dream 3rd POV(Schlatt focus)
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Another fucking dream to taste. A nightmare to await. Schlatt knew that, every single time. Every single night that he would just jump in the bed after a bottle of brandy, or after spending the whole night holding a deck of cards. A good or a bad time, he still need to experience all this jet nightmare.
Like why? Why did it need to be him? A gambler who has no contribution to the economy whatsoever will be chosen to be a butterfly by a gay time traveler. He doesn't know the reason. He doesn't know the point.
He would just sleep in the bed, with his tuxedo on, and breathe reeked with alcohol. Waiting for the time his eyes would feast again to the purple seas and black skies...
But somehow now it's different. He began noticing that the environment around him was different. Completely different.
Where are the crimson trees that shaped like hands that would grab him, and the charcoal void that keeps him portal link to the same scene? Where are the purple oceans that drown his innocence to a deep confusion? Where are they?
It seems weird but he's finding the half black, half white tall man chasing him with a suit.
Where are the messages?
It's clouding up here, and the cotton shoves away as he started brushing his foot. The vast blue skies like noon covered the whole dream...
Is this a dream? No, this feels like paradise.
This is much better. This is heaven.
"Come here!"
An enormous voice echoed around. Yet he doesn't know where it came from. There's no source of the sound.
As he looked behind he saw a different man. He looks tall and older than him.
He was wearing a gray robe, and also a bucket hat striped with green and black. This man is different. So much different than the tall man chasing him, in the state. This man had wings, had obsidian-like wongs that can soar so hard, and fly the skies so fast.
As he stalked to the man, who is still flexing his enormous wings, crows started to fly towards him. They are in clusters, soaring and going at him like a bunch of breadcrumbs in the sunset square.
Seconds after, the crows fly away and the man disappears. But Schlatt didn't flinch, or was shocked, or not even a hint of surprise. He suspected this as some sort of nightmare in disguise...
A voice appeared just behind him, just the same tone as what he just said about some time ago. Schlatt looked behind...
The man had facial hair but was not as old as seniors. He had no expression at Schlatt, instead just looked at him like a peasant in the low class.
"I am the deity of time," the man said, and the crow beside his right shoulder squealed.
"Pardon?" Schlatt made a sour expression.
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