Chapter 2: Nightmare begins

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Blitzø was running around what looked like his father's old circus tent and all he can hear is laughing ringing around the big top until he is knocked down from behind by what felt like a metal rod. Blitzø fell flat and as he tries to get back up; he is kicked in the ribs. He let out a holler of pain and flips on his back, he looks up to he sees his sister Barbie and his old friend Fizzarolli standing over him.

"You just want to fuck up everyone's life Blitzo, I hate you." Barbie yells.

Frizzarolli begins to laugh, "You're such a disgrace, you're going to die alone, Blitzo. "

Blitzø was fighting back tears as he sat up, hearing what those two were saying to him. "Shut the fuck up!" He yells at those two hovering over him.

They both begin to laugh and chanting 'You're going to die alone'. Also begins to circle around the poor Blitzø that began to hug his knees as tear begin to roll down his face.

"No one will ever want you; you only cause misery wherever you go. "Fizz laughs before Barbie cuts in.

"You're the reason... Mom is dead, and I ended up in rehab! You fuck up everyone's life that you encounter!" Barbie yelled.

Blitzø begins to mumble, "No that's not true... I didn't cause anything."

All the words that were said by those that he once held so dear began to cause wounds to open inside his mind and heart. As he sat on the dirty ground under the big top the scene around him changed as flashbacks of when he was young begins to repeat in-front of him like a movie. Showing his past in the circus, the abuse he suffered from his drunk father when things didn't go according to his plan. It was as if he was reliving his painful memories of the circus.

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Blitzø awoke and shot up into a seated position on his bed with tears still streaming down his face from the nightmare he just awoken from. He looks to the clock hanging on the wall and to see it was only 5 o'clock in the morning, he lets out a groan due to him not needing to be up for a couple more hours.

"I guess I better just start my day... what else can I do. I will only have the nightmare again if I try to sleep."  Blitzø thought to himself before swinging himself out of bed and walks towards the bathroom quietly observing that Loona's door was open a crack meaning she came home after the party instead of staying out with her friends.

He peeks in slightly to see his sweet Loona lying in bed, in what appeared to be a deep sleep. He continues on his way to the bathroom upon entering he looks in the mirror only to see an exhausted, pain-stricken imp staring back at him.

"I can't let anyone see that I'm bothered... it's better that way...I don't want others feel that they have to help." Blitzø thought to himself as he turns on the water and washes away the tear streaks that ran down his face.

Loona had awoken the moment she heard the water turn on; she lets out a groan.  "Why the fuck is he already awake at this hour? Is something going on?"

When Loona arrived home just after midnight she went to check to see if Blitzø was ok but the sight she saw was Blitzø tossing and turning like he was having a nightmare and mumbling in his sleep. She knew something was definitely going on for him to get tormented in his own sleep.

Loona gets up from her bed and opens her door a little more but not enough for her adoptive father to notice that she was there and peeks out to see Blitzø standing in the kitchen, making a cup of coffee but nothing else which was already one warning sign to the hellhound. She knew fully well that he didn't miss a meal intentionally.

She continues to observe his behaviour and body language as he walked around the apartment, and she got a few glimpses at his face to notice the already empty look in his yellow eyes. Seeing his usual happiness even from afar being tainted by whatever is going on in his mind, hurt the young hellhound.

Loona only moved away from her door when she saw Blitzø walk back to his room which she would assume was for him to get changed out of his boxer shorts to his usual suit before he would ultimately leave the apartment to head into the office.

She laid down on her bed and stares up at the ceiling and thinks to herself, "I wish I knew why he looks so empty inside, but he has too much damn pride to talk to anyone about it... especially won't talk to me about it." She rolls back onto her side and drifts off back to sleep.

Blitzø went back to his room after making himself a cup of coffee, and changes out of his normal bedtime attire and into his usual business attire. He takes one look at himself in the mirror and groans. It's still evident on his facial features that he wasn't as joyful as he normally is also, he looked so exhausted.

He lets out a sigh before leaving his room once more and heads to the kitchen. he quickly writes a note for Loona just to inform her that he went to the office early and left the van for her to bring when she is ready to come into work today as well as the usual mush that he loves her.

"She will never love you like a real father, so what's the point..."

Blitzø left his apartment and into the quiet street of Imp City, at this hour most of the residents of this city would still be in their cozy bed. He just observes the scenery of the city well on his way to the office, but the peacefulness did nothing to calm the raging thoughts and voices twisting in the poor Imp's head.

After what seemed like 20 minutes, Blitzø arrived at the IMP office. He unlocked the door to see it dark with only the light from the night sky pouring in through the windows.

In the silence and dark, he hears the voice of his old friend Fizz in his head. "You're going to die alone, Blitzo."

"I know that already..." Blitzø said out loud to himself as he turns on the lights in the main area of the office and walks into his office and closes the door behind him, only leaving it open a crack in case someone shows up even though he doesn't expect the others to show up until around 10 o'clock in the morning.

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