A/N: ok actually this one is my favorite
CW // Blood, gore, implied death
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Dallon looks at his clock. 10 minutes left. He's spent this whole dream laying in his bed, simply lacking the energy to get up. Most people seize every opportunity to explore the dimension they are transported to, but Dallon knows whatever it is, it will be a disappointment. He closes his eyes for a moment, before rolling over onto something wet.
"What the f-". He pulls back the covers to reveal a puddle of blood and dripping onto the floor. Dallon lays still for a moment, mind racing, eyes wide. 'Don't look,' he thinks, but his curiosity gets the better of him. He slowly peers over the side of the creaky bed. As expected, more blood all over the floor. But there's something else too, an arm sticking out from under the bed. "Oh god" he mutters.
Of course, with dreams, come nightmares. He'd have to live this one out just like every other one.
As Dallon is staring at the hand, it quickly disappears under the bed with a sickly sounding crunch. Dallon gets back in the middle of the bed as quickly as possible. He glances back at the clock.
2:00...
1:59...
1:58...
"2 minutes, 2 minutes" he thinks frantically. He lays back on his pillow, and covers himself with the covers. "Stupid childish instincts" he thinks, "how could sheets protect me?" But despite what he thought the covers were comforting, a way to combat the fear. He glanced back at the clock.
00:10...
00:09...
"Hurry up."
00:08...
00:07...
00:06...
Dallon's heart was racing.
00:05...
00:04...
00:03...
His eyes closed.
00:02...
00:01...
Dallon waits. His eyes open. Four red zeros were blinking on his alarm clock. Dallon looked around. The second of relief was washed away when he spotted a dark figure in the corner. It slowly grew taller as a familiar silhouette was revealed. "Brendon?" Dallon's voice shook as the word slithered out. "Nice to see you again, Dallon." Brendon turns around as empty eye sockets are revealed. His eyes look like they've been gouged out with a spoon. Blood and cartilage have taken the place of the once deep brown eyes. "You left me broken, you know. Now it's my turn to break you."
Dallon opens his mouth to scream but it's caught in his throat as a single tear runs down his face.
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