{𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥'𝕤 ℙ𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕠} - [[DISCONTINUED]]

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟝

          Q fell asleep very quickly that night. And the next morning, the cycle had repeated. He woke up with a start, feeling an anxious wave of sudden warmth cover his body before realizing he was still in his own bed. It was like some sort of hell, the same dream over and over again. His own mind taunting him in his sleep. No matter how hard he tried to stay, the light wafting in through his window still managed to break the wonderful peace he was growing to love. Not because it was with Wilbur of course, God forbid.. But the overall ambience that surrounded him in these small fantasies was far too relaxing to not enjoy. Quiet piano music, slow swaying and dancing...

          He sighed, rolling over onto his side and trying to fall back asleep. Maybe there was a way to get back into that horribly amazing dream. But alas, no matter how comfortable or how tired he was, a small added moment of rest was no longer within his reach. With an annoyed grunt he sat upright and stared at the door, a bit surprised Slime hadn't burst into his room to wake him already. Not that he was complaining, of course.

          After a few minutes of mindless staring off at his wall Quackity stood from his bed. He tried not to dwell on the guilty feeling that settled in his stomach. What caused it, he wasn't sure. Perhaps it was that he found comfort in these strange new dreams. Before he could think about it any longer he rushed out the door, not quite caring he had worn his work clothes to bed that night. He planned on visiting the Ran Van today, and Wilbur obviously wouldn't care about Q having worn the same thing two days in a row. After all, the guy wore (and still wears!) that damn trench coat for nearly 14 years in limbo. Gross... 

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