Sleepless revenge.

You're not real.

Omg broskis I'm so boring for using other ppls ideas but like it's rlly hard to think of stories. Anyways. (I'm using their online names not irl names bc it just feels weird.)

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My hands on the (child birthing) hips were nothing compared to the noises coming from the man. His head thrown back with his hands on my thighs to hold himself steady.
This felt like a curse. I know it's not real; I knew that this would become something far worse. I'm not sure how it started.

His teeth dragging across my skin, leaving open mouthed kisses that make me shiver with anticipation. Every small touch I gave him, he reacted to them. His hips would stutter as he was getting so close, but he was holding himself back.
His insides were so warm, different from his cold skin that contrasted with the heat radiating from our bodies.

Hearing the bed argue against the constant abuse. It felt so real.

The man looked down at me. His piercing gaze made me want to look away; but I couldn't. My hands stayed on his hips as I rubbed small circles into them, keeping myself grounded to this 'reality'.

He leaned down and whispered to me.

"Wake up."

What? I don't want to wake up.

"Wake up."

I don't want to.
His voice echoed through the room.
I felt a jolt of pain as his nails dragged along my arm, seemingly to warn me.

"Wake up."

I felt another jolt of pain, of something piercing..... . . . . .

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Quackity woke up, drenched in a cold sweat, panting.
He looked around, he was still in his room.

He wants the dreams to stop.

He's been searching for the man that constantly enters his dreams. Even if he was real or not. Quackiity sighed and put his head in his hands, contemplating about how he got in this mess in the first place.

Quackity got up and walked over to his closet and stretched, opening the doors and starting to change. He put on a shirt with a v-neck and drawstrings just in case he needed to tighten it, pants that went up to his bellybutton and tucked his shirt into it and fixing the ruffled cuffs. He went back over to his desk and grabbed one of the makeshift hair ties and out his hair up into a small ponytail.

He grabbed his messenger bag, and put on his boots before heading out the door and into the town.

Quackity walked down the short hill, waving to the passing people.
The closer he got to the town the more noise he heard.
People selling their fruits and meats, people laughing and playing. The children were running around the town with monster masks and sticks.
He felt a familiar gaze on him and went to turn around but he heard the familiar voice of his friend.

"Quackity!"

He turned to the direction of the voice; his friend Karl was running towards him, his cheerful grin was hard to miss. Quackity smiled back at him.
Quackity was bombarded with questions.

"Who were you looking for? Is it someone I know? Oh, by the way- did Sapnap stop by your house yesterday?" He said, his facial expressions changing each second. Though he was still cheerful about it.

Quackity looked speechless and confused, he heard so many things that he couldn't answer in one breathe. "Well- to answer your first question, no." He started, "Just thought someone was watching me and no Sap didn't stop by yesterday." Karl was processing what he said, "I thought he did. He had something to give to you."