Two Become One

Who Am I?

"I DON'T WANT TO DIE!!"

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The world was still.

I blinked.

"Hello?" I called out. There was no response, sans for a gust of wind.

Everything was quiet. Dark, gray, and dead with no sign of life anywhere. A strange mix of emotions arose from within my chest. Sorrow, anger, grief, regret, and... something else. A twisted echo of satisfaction that made me sick.

...Blood and dust...

(It's not supposed to be like this.)

A weird feeling went up my spine and I gripped the hem of my shirt. White and black tie-dye.

(Where are my clothes?)

My grip tightened.

'Where am I? How did I get here?' My sockets widened with a sudden realization.

'Who am I?'

"What's my name," I muttered. "My name is," pause, "Dreammare. Nightdream. No, no, no..."

I raised an arm to grab my head, but stopped when I saw my hand. White bones with a gray tint.

(Wrong.)

(Stained.)

A sudden breeze kicked up. Cold, unforgiving. My body shivered.

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Something brushed against my back, startling me. My head whipped around. Gently swaying behind me were two colorful... things. Yellow on the left and purple on the right. I brought the purple one in front of me and gave it an experimental wiggle. It moved freely and easily, like it had no bones.

My sockets widened at that thought.

If it had no bones, then how am I moving it?

Maybe... maybe because it's a worm?... Yeah! Worms have no bones. That makes sense.

With a wide grin, I grabbed a hold of my worm and ran my fingers across its surface with a thoughtful hum.

Smooth and dry and not slimy at all. I don't know why I expected it to be, but I did. Kind of like how I felt like that I shouldn't even have them. They felt new, but also not. I wasn't supposed to have worms, but I should and it would be very wrong if I didn't.

I shook those thoughts away and instead turned to other things. Like all the amazing stuff I could now do with these new limbs. Such as hugs! Hugs and lots and lots of snuggles and cuddles. Cuddles are good. Very good. They help. Maybe it would help Him? Maybe I could cheer Him up? He could be happy. Happy, free, and so full of life. Just like He used to be...

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Him.

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Who is Him?

(Nightmare.)

(Dream.)

A sudden feeling of emptiness came over me, like... like something was missing.

My grin slowly fell and I squinted down at the dirt. 'Who? Who do I want to make happy? Who is Him? Who is missing? I'm not missing anything. I can't be. But yet... '

I huffed and smacked a worm into the dirt a couple times. 'Everything is so frustrating! Nothing is making sense! This place, these worms, me, Him, nothing! Please, can something just make sense? Just once? Please!'

".....?"

Time seemed to freeze.

'What was that?'

Then I heard it again.

It was a voice.

Something... alive.

'No, no, that isn't right! Nothing should be alive. Everything is dead. Everyone is dead. Fear. Apples. Dead. Gone. Slaughtered. Not right. Not right.'

Everything after that was a blur. One moment I was on the ground, and the next I was up against the trunk of a downed tree curled in a ball. Wrapped around me were my worms, which had somehow gotten longer and were now cocooning me in their comforting warmth. However this warmth could not chase away the ice cold terror which now had a hold of me. Shaking, I hoped, prayed, that I wouldn't be found.

'Don't find me, don't find me, don't find me, don't find me, don't find me–'

"... Hello?"

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I'm not dead!
Please let me know if I missed any mistakes or nothing made sense. I will fix them asap. 

See you in the next~