Dream Journal

I... don't understand

Log Date: March 9th, 2021

Topic: Friday Night Funkin/FNF

Notes: This is a continuation of the dream from the previous chapter. Different, right? Like before, my dreams are an enigma and can't truly be understood. Not even I, the creator of said dreams, knows their purpose. But I love them regardless.

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The college dorms and classes were hella confusing. I still don't know anything about everyone and everything. It's all unfamiliar to me. Pets running around amok, different celebrities from singers to YouTubers going in and out of class rooms, spirits and monsters and gremlins everywhere, literally everything technologic?

I... huh?

I was too busy thinking about my new life here that I didn't hear the conversation in front of me. Some guy in a Hawaiian shirt, pink haired BF, and a few other who I have yet to talk to.

I was still embarrassed over earlier. While BF was showing me around, I still managed to screw up. Homemade projectors for presentations made by students. His presentation was so, mediocre, and yet, it was astonishing that we were able to do this. I could never. I mean, I have a hard time with many people. Hell, in the middle of it, I accidentally blocked everyone's view of it, and I heard a lot of voices.

I wanna stop this train of thought.

Growing curious to a closed wooden door with an ungodly amount of locks, I wandered over and began to undo them all. No one was watching me. I'll be fine.

I yanked it open, eyes sparkling with excitement as they died down in an instant. It, was just a carpeted supply closet. They was nothing special about this. Why was I so caught up in this?

"What in the hell..."

I heard running footsteps towards me as someone turned me around and harshly gripped my shoulders. It was the Hawaiian shirt guy.

"Do you have ANY idea what you have done?"

"Uhhh, no? It's just a closet. I don't get what's wrong with it."

"Okay, look. I get you're new here, but you need to listen to important instructions. This door is sealed for a reason. The professor said Absolutely, under NO CIRCUMSTANCES should it be opened. Now, I don't know what the hell he meant, but I heard it. I heard the thing that we are suppose to fear. And it's NOTHING. You'll want to experience."

Unknowing to us, there was another ungodly locked wooden door in another part of the school, and it just closed. Unfortunately for us, two small children were trapped in the dark room, the poor little skeleton and pumpkin friends.

No one could hear the banging of the door, since no one was around.

"HELP! HELP US!"

"WE'RE TRAPPED IN HERE! WE CAN'T GET OUT!"

The little skeleton boy banged his small hands against the door, hoping to gain some attention, him and his little friend yelling out in distress. Poor things.

Back to us, I was still being lectured by the guy while pink haired BF and a few others just shuddered in place.

Flinching at the hard smack to the top of my head, I darted to the wooden door and slammed it shut, locking each and every lock at a rapid pace. I saw something, in my head. I needed to get there fast.

So, after finishing the last lock, I ran out of the room so fast, out onto the long halls of the school. I don't know how I knew where this other door was at, I just did. And I needed to go faster. Quickly-

I skidded to a stop as I saw the door in question. With a sudden adrenaline rush, I began to kick it open.

1 kick

2 kicks

7

15

28

After so many tries, I finally got it open. Not all the way, for this door was dreadfully heavy. For a reason. It opened just a little more than a crack.

Squeezing my arms through the door, I grabbed the two children and pulled them out, hugging them close. Skid and Pump. How, do I know these names? I just know, that I needed to protect them.

Standing up, I held them tightly and looked back through the crack in the door. I saw glowing red as a black noodle-y arm with 2 sharp claws for hands began to peek through the door. With a quick stomp on the arm, the thing retreated into the darkness.

I remembered to crack the door further, so that it's not completely open, but appears closed anyways, before taking my leave with the little ones.

I, don't understand anything here. I really don't. But I just learned one thing so far, and I better fucking remember it.

When one door opens, another one closes, and what's behind it is ugly...

It's truly strange what my mind can make up on the spot...