RECURRING DREAMS (I.I Fanfic)

>He Know's What To Do<

Days had past, no one had seen Fan, Paintbrush or Balloon. Everyone presumed them dead, and most of them were.
OJ slammed the glass in his hand against his desk, his laptop tiring his eyes every second.
He was working late, and hadn't left his room at all. His blinds shut to block the moonlight out.
The main reason he was working was because he was in debt, and lots of it.
His million was running out fast and he needed to make the most of it.

He sighed, his mind full of static and his eyes tracing each and every world given from the email.
While he was reading, the door of his room opened, and a scared piece of paper entered.
"OJ can I stay here tonight? I had a bad dream..." Said Paper as he stood in the door frame, feeling bad about how OJ was up so late.

"Of course, you lay down while I work." OJ answered blandly, to caught up in his own world.
"...Okay." Paper obliged, walking in the dark to lay down, "It was horrible, Everyone was gone and you were gone. I- I'm just afraid."
OJ stopped reading and begun pressing down on his laptop, typing down a reply, "The same thing has been happening to me.." OJ looked down at the clock, three fifty am.
"I'll be with you in a sec."

Time passed and the two were talking, maybe laughing at some times.
"Mhm... hey Paper?"
"Yeah?"
"I need to tell you something.. I know it's a weird time but I think it's the only time. Before anything does happen."
OJ smiled warmly, and Paper watched in awe as OJ grabbed his hands.
Butterflies filled their stomachs, was this it? Was OJ willing to go this far?
"I think I love yo-."

-
Glass was heard smashing and OJ woke up, he groaned and lifted himself out of bed.
"It's the third time that's happened."
He rubbed his eyebrows and walked into the hallway, and straight away he saw Cherries and YinYang drawing on pieces of paper on the floor.

He walked past them and saw Lightbulb waiting outside a room, looks like TestTube's room.
He didn't care though, he went to the lobby and saw the cause of the smash.
Looks like Nickel smashed a flower vase and Soap was screaming at him for it.
"Clean that up." He said sternly, continuing to walk.

"Hey OJ!" Paper cheered as OJ entered the lobby.
That dream came back to him in a split second, Papers face in that dream, he looks just as happy here.
OJ could feel his face burning, he just smiled and slightly waved.
Though there was a feeling, and it wasn't a positive one.
He felt like he was being watched, it's been like that for a while.
But it felt stronger here, since it was just him and Paper in this room.

Probably nothing important.

-
The dead burned grass laid lifeless on the ground, and Balloon sat down and couldn't look away.
He didn't know what came over him to do that to Fan.
It's was like he was asleep, because when he woke up he saw the bat in his hand and Fan on the ground.
Though... he wasn't him. He isn't strong enough to hit someone so hard that they end up bleeding.

He put his knees up to his chest, thinking about the fire.
Fans body was lying next to him, there could be a way he was still alive even if... his neck might have snapped.
So Balloon laid Fan next to himself. Thinking about what to do with him.
He felt horrible, of course he would.
Everyone would be disgusted in themselves after killing multiple people.
His eyes tearing up once again, staring at the brown grass.
Everything was crashing down, and he was tired.
He didn't want to go back to the hotel, it's been around two days and he's been fine without contact.
That was... until now.

"You're seriously contemplating? I'm proud of you." Figure said, standing behind Balloon.
"For what? I didn't kill him, I didn't kill Paintbrush either." Balloon bitterly replied.
"Well yes, and no" They stepped in front of him, Balloon having no choice but to look up,
"I did all that, and you're friends are sure proud of you for letting me. Letting me frame you, letting me black mail you. They've got their answers."

"Who's they? You don't know me. And who's side are you on here!? You're not even real.. you part of my imagination, a ghost practically!"
Balloon threw himself up on his feet.

"They are a friend of mine, and I do know you. I know you like the back of my hand."
Figure stepped into the circle of brown grass, while keeping that toothy smile, "I'm on no ones side, I like messing with you. Either that be supporting or disgusted. It ruins you, it rots you out from the inside. Your mind is dying Balloon. And soon you'll just be my puppet."
Figure felt the ground, Balloon saying nothing, his lips felt stitched together.
Until the bond was broken.

"If you're just here for that, Why are you targeting me!?" Balloon begun to walk forward.
"Out of all the people in the hotel, why me!?"
Balloon stopped waking, not daring to step into the dead grass.
"Because you hate me, you... hated me. You hated me the whole time on the show. So I'm just taking that hate out of you. I know it's still in there Balloon."

He stepped back, hate was a strong word... but wait... the whole time on the show?.. did Balloon know Figure before hand? We're they a contestant?

"Who... are you?" He said, his hands shaking and his face frozen.

"I was hoping you'd say that, for I am the one who's caused Cheesy's and maybe Fans death. I am a ghost, not your imagination. I give you Dreams of the future. I posses you while you sleep, you killed Cheesy, you were asleep as you killed him. That face he gave you. The last words he gave you."
Figure walked towards Balloon and grabbed his face.

"But my identity isn't important right now, all that you should know is that you know me, and I know you,"
And with those last words, they disappeared into ash.

Balloon stepped back, his eyes contagiously tearing up.
He looked behind him and at Fan who was face first on the ground.
Once Fan is awake he's screwed.
But that depends on if he remembers, or if he even is alive.

That's it!
He knows what to do.

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Is that PayJay content?
Yup.
Love is in the air!
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Yeah... it really is.
Btw sorry for the short chapter, I'll make it up to you

- Caramel <3
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