Locked In The Mind-Scape

#28- memories threaten the joy

𝙋𝙏𝙎𝘿.
𝙄𝙢 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚, 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨. 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩. 𝙋𝙤𝙨𝙩-𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙘-𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨-𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢 𝙋𝙏𝙎𝘿 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙬𝙖𝙧. 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙘 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙘, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙮. 𝘽𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙧. 𝙂𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙮𝙘𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨. 𝘽𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙜𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨, 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙚, 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙂𝙤𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨, 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙤.. 𝘼𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩.. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙.. 𝙄𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙨, 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡𝙨, 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨, 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.. 𝙒𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨. 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨.. 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙩..

~day 118 in the dorms~

Denki shot awake, the blood curdaling scream he had heard being quite possibly loud enough to break through the sound proof barriers of the dorm-rooms. It had taken several moments of staring blankly at the wall for the blonde teen to register his surroundings in the darkness of the early morning light through the window left to his bed, facing the same direction as he had in the moment.

Denki looked up towards the door, going into the other room. He stood, ambling his way closer in tired, slow paced movements. He watched the door as if it would start to move and provide entertainment, despite knowing it likely would never do so; as he cousiously knocked, speaking out only loud enough for the person to hear his quiet voice through the wood of the door. "Hello..? May I come in..?" He had quickly become used to the nightmares that the system seemed to acquire harshly through most nights. However, if you had aproched Denki and told him a horrible creature had taken the system that night, he'd have no reason to not believe you with the way he had just heard someone scream; horror and anguish lacing their lips as if fentanyl to an unsuspecting surface.

Light panting could be heard resonating through the room as the blond's eyes furrowed in worry and loss. Denki looked to the floor, his foot shifting slightly to show the bottom of the door. No light at all seeped through the crack between the door and the carpet, creating evidence that the alter in the room had most likely only just woken up to their own screams in their ears.

Denki waited a few moments, giving whoever was in the room a minute to collect themselves before knocking once more, leaning back against the wall as he spoke quietly, reassurance glazing his tone as if honey to a bee.