Selescte Origins

Run, Why Are You Standing There?

Short break chapter! You can skin this if you'd like.

TLDR: Selescte has a dream.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Night terrors, nightmares, the monster under your bed, or the thing staring through the blinds of your closet. Selescte had gotten those before of course, so this wasn't any different when he found himself feeling drowsy and short-sighted in a place he did not recognize. Well, most wouldn't recognize empty castle halls- especially someone with memory loss. He usually enjoys dreams, he always can make anything happen in them- but in nightmares, it usually twists into something he dislikes. If he's on a swing, the swing will move without him causing him to fall. He'll slip off the seat because it does not exist; therefore has no grip to his skin at all.

The hallways echoed with silence, but it felt normal and right. People- no, looking closer they weren't even people, just clouds of fog with a humanoid shape to them- they walked past him. It seemed normal throughout this strange dream, it was right.

A gasp for air turns into a whine, which turns into a scream; which turns into screams.

What was this sudden feeling of dread? The sound rang in his ears, it felt like they bled. Nobod- Nothing around him noticed. They kept walking past, ignoring how the lights went out, the windows shattered, and how they were slowly disappearing into nothingness. Why so quiet? I ask subconsciously, but I know that if I am to stop covering my ears my mind might just shatter like glass from the high frequency noise. It feels like a fuzz, an itch in my brain that I cannot remove. Stepping forwards was automatic, and it felt right as usual. Because this is a dream, and everything just makes sense.

A door loomed at the end of the hallway, gloomily staring at me with that old, furnished wood it was made of. I hear a voice, no- I feel a voice; I feel a voice past that door, and the itch fuzzing up my brain is gone. This is right. I step forward until I am face-to-face with the door.

But it will not open.

The door is locked, and no matter how hard I try to will my dream into thinking it isn't, I cannot open it.