RB Battles - A twist of Fate.

~ Chapter Nine: Dreams. ~

"Do you want the voices to stop?"
"In and out of your head, making your mind go pop?"
"Can I get an Amen?"
("Amen!")
"Why don't you forget it,"
"And dance 'till you drop?"

..........

"Alright, I promise."

It wasn't until mere minutes later that Pinkleaf, too, had dozed off as well, his head leaning against the seat and mere inches away from the window beside him. Ibella continued to drive down the midnight highway as the remaining three recharged for the night, in order to prepare for the day ahead of them.

However, pinkleaf's dream had a strange story in mind...

...

Pinkleaf opened his eyes, and found himself laying down somewhere. He could feel the grass blades beneath him, and the shadow of the looming trees above shielding Pinkleaf from the sun's bright rays of light that beamed through small openings within the forest's roof.

Slowly sitting upwards, Pinkleaf glanced left and right, puzzled at the location his dream had picked out. What was he doing here?

"Hello?" He called out. His voice echoed through the roofed forest, only stretching his question out further to nobody in particular. Cautious and confused, he slowly trekked across the grassy plains hidden within this strange forest, using the rays of sunlight that broke through the leafy roof as a guide.

It was all he had in this place, anyways.

After a while of walking, Pinkleaf finally spotted something- or rather, someone. I mean, it was a given, seeing how much their black cloak stuck out within the lush forest. The strange figure had their back turned, face hidden away from the parkour expert.

"Hello?" Pinkleaf called out to them, but got no response. Cautious, he took a few steps towards them, his hand resting against the bark of one of the trees.

Still no response. Pinkleaf took another step towards them.

The colder he got to them, however, the forest was slowly beginning to fade out, it seemed. All of the color was beginning to drain from the lush roofed forest, leaving it as nothing more than a gray, barren wasteland.

He paused for a moment to look around the world he found himself in. The once bright and lush scenery had been drained of life entirely- only leaving this strange, grayscale like place. He looked around, both confused and, admittedly, a bit horrified.

Pinkleaf turned to look back at the strange in front of him, who didn't dare move a muscle this entire time. Did he dare approach them?

Well, as bad of a choice as it may be, there might not be many other options.

Slowly, Pinkleaf walked up to the cloaked figure, reaching his hand out to them. The moment his hand made contact with their shoulder, the world around them began to glitch and deter, ear-piercing screeches crying out to the distorted world.

The hooded figure slowly turned around, and Pinkleaf was met with what seemed like a thousand eyes beneath the shadow the hood casted glaring right into his soul, sending shocks of terror into his core.

"YOU.. YOU..."

Pinkleaf's eyes widened at these words, and the cloaked figure's thousand eyes responded the same way, before the strange figure reached out to him and wrapped Pinkleaf's neck in a tight chokehold.

Pinkleaf gripped onto their wrists in response, gasping for air- for life. He could feel their grip tighten with every effort of struggling he made, their hands forcefully closing off his airways and causing his throat to burn and his eyes to water.

The thousand eyes glared at Pinkleaf's suffering state, never moving even an inch away from the sight they were causing.

"FOUND YOU.. FOUND YOU..."

"GRAH-!!"

Pinkleaf shot upwards from his seat in a jolt; Cold sweat running down his forehead, chest heaving and hands shaking. IBella paused, turning to face her friend. "You good-? You were panicking a lot while you were asleep." She asked.

"Just a dream.. it's just a dream.." He breathed out shakily.

"It's just.. a dream.."

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