Soft spot (paper hat)

Twelve

A/N:
In this chapter, the POV's switch in dreams. This chapter is going to be a much longer one so settle down because I'm lazy and not wanting to split it into two pages.

TW: all of the dreams have gore, and some of them have strong language.
Bold: Blackhat
Normal: Flug
Italicized: Demencia AND 5.0.5 (I will be sure to elaborate which is which.
Underlined: Slug
Bold&underlined: Whitehat

-Demencia's Dream-

"Oh Blackhat~"
"Yes Demencia?"
"Where are you?"
"You can find me. It should've be hard for someone like you."
"What do you mean by that?"
"A tracker."
"Huh?"
"A pawn."
"I still don't understand."
"For goodness sake Demencia. You mean nothing, you are nothing, you are used how i use you. And that's a tracker."
"Soooo... you don't care about me at all?"
"Look who's finally catching on"

I don't like this. My Blackhat would never say that about me!

"I'd never say this about you? Think again."
"WHY ARE YOU ABLE TO HEAR MY THOUGHTS?! GET OUT!"
"You can't order me around. I'm the boss, not you. I'm the demon, and you're the lizard."
"Well 'the lizard' still counts as something!"
"Sure. Why not."
A red carpet rolled out in front of me.
"Go on. See where it goes."
Slowly, I walked down the carpet.
"You'll have to be quicker than that."
The carpet rolled back up behind me,
I booked it down the pathway.
"Run, run little lizard. You can't keep this up forever."
I'll sure try. You can't keep me running forever. You can't play this game forever.
The carpet and hallway felt like it never ended, it seemed like it kept on growing,
Damnit I may not make it.
"How long can you keep this up? Not much longer I assume."
"Shut up, will you?"
"You really just said 'shut up' to your boss? The one you adore?"
"You're not him."
He appeared in front of me,
"Am I not? This is what you think of me. You did this to yourself" A smile creeped onto his face, his monocle barely being able to be seen. His smile took up the face.
Holding his cane, he raised it, unsheathing a blade.
"Huh?"
"Say goodnight~"
The cane swooshed down,
"AAAAH!!" I woke up panting,
Geez, these nightmares are getting intense

-5.0.5's Dream-
(Third person view of his dream)

A field covered with grass and flowers, sun shining down on me, father (Flug), Demencia, and Blackhat. A table set out, with tea supplies for a tea party.
5.0.5 poured the tea into the dainty cups in front of them.
"Thank you, 5.0.5"
"Thank you!"
Blackhat nodded, smiling. Its perfect. Everything is just perfect.
Everyone was happy, everyone was smiling, and talking. It's all 5.0.5 ever wants. He only wanted people to be happy. It's basically his thing.
Clouds rumbled in, suddenly ruining the party. Flug pulled out an umbrella and put him and 5.0.5 under it, having Blackhat and Demencia under another.
"No! Get off me!"
"It's raining! Just let me stay under with you!"
Blackhat and Demencia began to quarrel, as they normally would.
"Knock it off will ya? You don't have to act like children all the time."
"Don't even start, Flug."
"You're acting absurd. Just let her stay under with you until the rain passes."
"Over my dead body I will."
"But Blackhaaaat!"
"No! Get off me you lizard!" Blackhat pushed Demencia into the rain.
She stayed still, acting fine. Until the rain started burning through her skin.
Screaming in pain, the three watched as she basically melted down to only her skeleton.
"Acid rain. The umbrellas won't hold for much longer."
5.0.5 let out a concerned yelp.
"Hey, it'll be alright bubba. You'll be fine."
"Flug stop lying."
"Stop telling me how to parent my son."
"Talking back now?"
"Is that new?"
"You little shit." Blackhat leaped at Flug, knocking the umbrella into 5.0.5's hands, keeping him safe.
Tumbling on the grass, blood leaked from both Blackhat and Flug.
Blackhat started disintegrating, smoke floating up from his body.
Flug's bag melted off, revealing his face, leaving more scars.