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|Others Like Me •pt 2•|

I nervously glance at Dream and he smiles and nods. "Bad is a spirit guide, he's just examining you, sorta,"

I nod. "Uh, yeah I have a couple," I smile at him as he writes more in the notebook. "Can you show me any?" Bad asks.

I nod and close my eyes, focusing on every shade of the color blue I've ever seen.

I allow the blue, electric-like feeling to course through my body, tingling my veins. I feel my blood pump faster and my heart beats more rapidly as the feelings take over all my senses. The bright blue light covers my vision as my brown eyes turn blue. My veins pop and course with sapphire blood. I feel the familiar stinging in my shoulder blades as the baby blue feathers rip their way through my skin. I lean back, my arms straight out and chest puffed, holding the unfamiliar weight of my wings.

My feet leave the ground as my wings begin to move in a steady motion, holding me in the air. I open my eyes but can only see the slightly darker outlines of the men in front of me, one green, one red and one blue, and smile.

I take a big breath in, releasing it as the blue light fades and I'm sat back down on my feet. I open my eyes and watch as the remaining blue blood turns back to the same deep red as before.

I shake my shoulders a bit and smile at the men in front of me. Dream's eyes are wide open and his jaw is practically on the floor. Bad is just jotting things down as Skeppy looks over his shoulder at the notebook.

I giggle at Dream's expression and he shakes his head. "Okay-" He raises his eyebrows dramatically. "How in the fuck did you do that?!" He gets up and runs around to examine my back. "Language," Bad mumbles from his place on the bed, now beside Skeppy with one hand on his thigh and the other holding the pen and notebook.

"I don't know, It just happened one day and... yeah." I shrug and look to Bad.

"Okay, so, George,"

I hum in response and he begins reading off his notebook.

"So, first off... the wings," He gestures to me and Dream nods excitedly from behind me, where he had found a stray feather on the floor and was examining it in any way he could.

"Show me more?" Bad looks back at me from the notebook. I nod.

I close my eyes for a second and focus all my energy and thought on the tall man behind me.

Dream screams and falls to the ground. I turn around and continue staring at him. He meets my eyes and his body tenses more. I glance down to his legs and they tense, Dream continues groaning and begging for it to stop. I blink my eyes and turn back around to Bad. Dream sits up and hits me in the back of the leg.

I turn around and try to hold back my laugh at his completely disheveled look. His previously perfect hair was now a mess and sticking to his sweaty forehead. Cheeks red and his eyes watering. "What-" He grabs my hand and pulls himself up. "-In the fuck was that?" His voice cracks and everyone laughs... except him.

"That would be pain manipulation, you muffin," Bad laughs again and Dream mumbles a few curses as he walks over to the bed and lays down. "My entire goddamn body hurts because of you," He reaches a hand in the air and points to me, then immediately drops it back down onto his stomach in defeat.

"Anything else, George?" Bad looks at me then at Dream and laughs again. Dream angrily groans in response.

I nod at Bad and he nods back, signaling for me to continue.

I look over at Dream and smirk and he shakes his head. "No, no, no, n-" He's cut off with a groan as I focus my attention on his left foot, diverting every part of my mind to the colors and material of his shoe. As I zone farther in on his shoe, the pain gets worse. "O- okay, George, George, George, stop!" Dream yells, rolling off the side of the bed to the floor, clutching his foot in his hand, whining like a child. I laugh as I blink and look over to bad,

"Electrocution." He looks at the mess that is Dream on the floor. "Good to know."

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Sorry Green Man 🤷‍♀️