RECURRING DREAMS (I.I Fanfic)

>Leave Me Alone<

Suitcase was talking to OJ outside his room, OJ leaned up on his room door, "So your telling me, Balloon had a dream about the future, Pssht please! Everyone would love hearing about this!" OJ laughed out, he looked so happy even though someone just died. "Y- you can't tell them that! Everyone will think it was his fault! He was just starting to be happy again!" OJ began to walk to the stairs, they were on the top floor, but he stopped and turned around. "What is there to blame on him, oh he forced Tissues to overdoes? Please that sounds ridiculous!" OJ walked away, only to hear his footsteps down the stairs as he laughed unironically.

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Hours had passed, Balloon had sat in the same position thinking, stains of tears marking his face. The door creaked open and he didn't move "I-brought you hot chocolate!" Suitcase walked over, not even to see a glance of his face before he turned away "I- understand... hope you feel better soon." Balloon stayed quiet, before she closed the door he got up and grabbed the hot chocolate on the side "Don't close the door, I'm coming downstairs since it's so cold in here. And thanks for the hot coco" Balloon walked out the room with Suitcase to the lobby. Suitcase was full of glee as she saw Balloon leave the room for the first time in hours.

They entered the lobby and everyone stopped gossiping about Tissues death this morning, stopping to look at him, then talking again. He sighed, looking at the table and walls being happy it wasn't burnt or damaged like the dream. Both of them sat at the table and awkwardly drank in silence between the two of them, "Nice job killing Tissues Balloon!" "Yang!" Ying-Yang called out, arguing with each other. Everyone started at them in silence, then at Balloon "WHAT!?" Balloon slammed his cup into the table,  pushing his chair out.

Balloon glared at Suitcase next to him who was looking away from him, getting sweaty around the edges "YOU TOLD THEM ABOUT THE DREAM!?" Balloon raged in his high voice, grabbing Suitcase's handle to get her to look at him. Everyone went "ooo!" At the sight of drama. "I- it was OJ! He told everyone I swear, I wouldn't do that to you I swear!" Balloon dropped her and walked to the stairs, "THEN WHO TOLD OJ!?" He was glaring back at her while tearing up, then at OJ who was looking at him with Paper. "I hate you." He said in a dark tone as he left the lobby. The room echoed with his voice as Suitcase stood behind the table, shaking, she looked heartbroken by breaking her friends trust.

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Balloon locked the door behind him, his mind was racing as his heart pounded in his throat, he closed the curtains and got into bed as he could feel hot tears gushing down his face, he grabbed his pillow and held it close to him. "I'm so stupid..." those words repeated in his mind, he broke his friends heart and now he has no body, he always hurts someone one way or another.

You shouldn't feel bad for people who pity you. The figure said, their eyes glowing in the corner of the room, their particles floating around them. "She doesn't pity me, she cared for me and I just stepped all over her, and what do you know, you're just a figure of my imagination." Balloon kept his eyes closed, tugging at the pillow more.

I am as real as you think I am... as which why are you talking to me. Balloon could hear the echoes of the footsteps of them, as he could hear Suitcase trying to open the locked door. "L- leave me alone..." Balloon said to them both, the door stopped moving and the figure didn't blink, watching the pathetic object.

If you wish to make people like you. Make them fear you, fear is a way of making people respect you. The figure spoke out in its corrupted tone. As the curtains began to blow harshly, though the windows were closed, when they stopped, the figure was gone. "GO AWAY!" He yelled, tears going onto the pillow as he didn't realise the figure had left and he just yelled at Suitcase.

"O- okay Balloon... hope you feel better soon..." Balloon didn't respond to her, he just laid their with his pale face as he sobbed into the soft pillow. He felt so tired and it was literally the afternoon, probably the dream keeping him up all night was the reason why, his hands shook and weakened as he tried to grip the pillow tighter. "I thought they would start liking me... now they all think I'm a murderer..." Balloon's face rested, his body finally becoming to a rest. He was asleep once again.

He opened his eyes at the sight of a hotel room, both the beds were full and he effortlessly tried to stay quiet since he new it was a dream, the walls weren't burnt but the ash particles where floating around and it looked peaceful, he noticed he was holding a baseball bat and the same figure was in the corner.

I knew you would be here.

"I don't want to hear it." Balloon would hiss.

Since when did you start getting soft spot for the people who treated you like a rat, they made you feel worthless and you still let them pity you? What's wrong with you?

"..." he couldn't respond, Balloon was to busy thinking about what this- thing could want from him.

Cat got your tongue?

"Stop putting these things in my head, your making me go insane by just you presence. Why won't you just leave me alone?" Balloon would walk over the the figure, it looked just like him, he didn't care about the objects in the sleeping beds, he just wanted to get this thing away from him, maybe find a way out the dream.

You've got to kidding me if you think I'll listen to you, it's just a matter of time before you lose them too.

"Lose... who?"

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All of a sudden he woke up from his dream, his gasped grabbing his throat, he got up and spread open the curtains, the moon hovered over the trees and wildlife. "You've got to be kidding me..." He groaned, his eyes felt refreshed however still hard to keep open. He tiredly picked up his phone, looking at the time however he noticed all the notifications from this morning. He grumbled, rubbing his eyes as the moonlight chilled his face.

Suddenly a new notification beeped on his phone, he opened it and it was an email from a random number giving him coordinates. He turned around to his room, the figure wasn't there and the whole hotel was sleep which peaceful snores and dreams. He copied the coordinates and put them into a map, it showed a shed with beautiful plants growing around it, he took a screenshot of it and threw his phone back on the table. He didn't know what it was, but he was wishing it had to do with the dreams or the figure.

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OMG yas, I was planning to do another thing with this chapter after he woke up but I decided to save it for later.

Anyway have a good day!

- Caramel <3
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