𝚂𝚞𝚗 & 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 🌞🌜

Just Say That You Belong To Me-10-Win

yay ! a new chap!!

You were dreaming again.

Like before, you were in a greyed out looking Daycare, rotting and decomposing. And like before, they were there in front of you, both looking at you. One eye blank, one eye red. Faceplate gone, face half black half pale yellow, split right down the middle. A stretched wide, obscene grin, half the teeth chipped away and missing.

They almost seemed in worse repair than the last time you dreamed. More patches of their clothes had rotted away, though they distinctly still wore Sun's bright colors. Their lifeless grey silicone had started to decompose. They were missing an arm. The rest of their limbs were still a mangled mess.

This creature was not them. Not really. It was more like the absence of them. Still shaped like them- Sun still had a few rays, though many had rotted out of his head. You could tell by the way they laid rusted and with the pale silver slime of disgusting melted silicone still all over them at his sides. Moon's hat peeked through, moth eaten, on the other side. Their wires had started to develop holes as well. The cheerful colors still worn only highlighted their emptiness.

This was not them. Of course it wasn't. But whatever it was wore them like discarded pieces of flesh. And it watched you with their eyes.

You wanted to throw up looking at it, and you were afraid that they were going to rot again, just like they had before. You knew you were dreaming. You knew this was the same thing, so something had to happen.

But nothing did.

Where the last dream had been a cacophony of noise and blood and movement, this one was silent and still. No wounds, just festering aftereffects of bleeding wounds past.

In the dream you were aware of time passing. The lighting and shadows shifted in the greyscale room, despite there being no windows that you could see. And when it reached the darkest, the clothes changed on them, though the silicone stayed grey. Moon's stars now.

You couldn't move. Even if you could there was nowhere to go. A room with nowhere to run, from an enemy that wasn't even alive.

You didn't feel particularly worth the running.

It felt like days passed like this. You followed the source-less light through days, weeks, months... you stopped counting after a year. A year of insignificant empty days, watching the decomposing body of the bots across from you, as they watched you back with eyes that felt hauntingly familiar. Nothing changed. You didn't change. You sat stagnant, feeling nothing but a dull hollow ache of fear and perhaps... perhaps a hint of sadness.

Even after you stopped counting, the days seemed to continue on endlessly.

The worst part was you couldn't even feel anything else. You couldn't speak Couldn't even take your eyes off them. You just had to watch them fall apart apathetically sat on the floor in this grave.

Because there was no doubt in your mind that that's what this place was.

It had felt like so long that anything had happened that you of course noticed it when the room refused to light again. It had been dark for too long. You could feel it.

You still couldn't move, but this time you didn't have to.

It did.

Their red and white pinprick eyes flashed and again there was that ghostly, sickly, nonexistent yellow as they crawled toward you on their broken legs and remaining arm.

Still you were frozen.

For the first time, a thought flashed through you.

Were you dead? In the dream? You couldn't tell.