4. Nightmares (2BHank)

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// For now I will do a chapter a day, because I'm already running out of ideas, so, please, if you have any ideas, dm me!

// TW - Horror, gore, suicide;

2B's POV

I woke up in the middle of the night, for no apparent reason. This always happens to me, but this time, it felt funny. As I checked the time, it was somehow 11:34, which is earlier than the time I went to sleep. Have I slept the whole day?

I decided to go downstairs to grab some water, but as I turned on the sink, all that came was blood. I checked the pipes underneath the sink, but all I saw was the digital clock levitating, showing 11:34. As the clock turned upside down, I realised what was going on. The clock spelt hell, and then everything went downhill.

As I looked behind, a scary creature erupted from the wooden floor, looking at me dead in the eyes, with its glowing, bloody-red ones

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As I looked behind, a scary creature erupted from the wooden floor, looking at me dead in the eyes, with its glowing, bloody-red ones. Now this was out of the ordinary.

I rushed to Deimos and Sanford's room to wake them up, but all I saw was dead corpses of them. They were both stabbed in the stomach, leaking blood, as their intestines were fighting to get out, smearing blood all over the walls.

Oh my god.

I went to Hank's room, scared as hell, hoping I wouldn't see the same thing...

...he was dead.

Nothing mattered anymore.

What have I done? How could I let them down during the day?! I could've saved them, but now it's too late, they  are all gone! What was I going to do all by myself, in the cruelty of Nevada? Was I going to die live everybody else?

I didn't want to know, so I took the knife from Hank's head, and stabbed myself in the throat.

There was no point of living if the only men I cared about were gone.

...

As I was slowly falling through the ground, I clipped through the wall to what seemed to be the darkest hospital in the world. There were dead corpses everywhere, with blood all around the place, and a smell of rotten organs and expired blood. It was terrifying.

As I slowly made my way through, a giant spider roared from behind, as it was chasing me. I went super sonic through the corridors, but at the same time I felt so heavy. I was almost unable to move, as I struggled to pass. I was barely catching my breath, as I was greeted by many unpleasant demon faces. My legs were aching like never before, until it was over. The spider caught me, as it was eating me alive. I screamed and struggled to escape, but nothing happened, I was slowly captured by the void of darkness, as I was practically paralysed... then I felt purring..

...

"H-HANK?!!"
"Shhh, you're safe."

I was in Hank's bedroom, as he was trying to calm me down. Did I just have a nightmare this bad that I started screaming in real life? I had so many questions.. I still felt paralysed, not knowing what to believe anymore. It felt like if I would look behind again, everything would start again. I didn't want to see this ever in my life.

"A-am I still in a dream?"

...

"No, Doc."

He was all wrapped around me, as he squeezed me in a hug. I never realised how much I needed a hug..

I held tight onto him, not wanting to see all that imagery again. It was the scariest thing I've ever seen in my life, scarier than all the corpse-filled facilities that we've been raided, but I was never alone during those.. Maybe I should stop going so late to sleep and actually get a sch-

"Please stop overthinking, it's not okay. There's nothing more to fear about." He said as he was slowly rubbing me head. How merciless but how caring could this man be? It was unbelievable.

I decided to enjoy the moment as Hank purred my way to sleep, as I slowly closed my eyes and going once again in the dream world...

// Maybe I put myself way too much in 2B's role of having nightmares :>
Guys if you're ever experiencing this, go to therapy, it helped me a lot!

15 July 2022 - 3:44 pm
Word count: 731

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