My name is Fyodor, Fyodor dostoyevsky, I'm a writter, these day I haven't got much motivation and people are pushing me into writting, wich I hate, I hate people pushing me, I like writting, but not when I'm getting forced too, Coffe became my best friend at this point, almost never sleeping, I get it though I'm a busy man, but my eyes always felt so heavy, I felt weeks pass by like years, all my blinks were slow, Anemia made it just worse, yes, I'm anemic, I felt tired, so tired, I was fighting with my own body at this point, I don't know if I felt asleep or just fainted, but any of them I did, my eyes closed, not feeling anything, I'm not a dreamer, I don't often dream, just looking at a black void until my eyes open again, but this time was different, something that was odd, I was... on a Circus, that cought me off guard, it was so new, and realistic like if it wasn't a Dream, it wasn't a bad feeling, I was most likely intrigued about it, I peeked in, I saw someone in the center of it, it had a beautiful black and white suit, I approached to him I wanted to see him closer, such a lovely braided long white hair, he shook his head towards me, I parted my lips when he saw me, I could see clearly his eyes, he had a scar in his left eye, I thought he was going to be scared or concerned about me, but he smiled, I didn't know exactly what to do, it was the first time I was out of ideas or words, he took my hand with a wide smile, looking at my eyes.
" My My! I didn't know we had a guest! ~ What a lovely surprise " — He said in a playful tone, wich got me surprised, What was he talking about?.
" Oh, You're shy? No worries!~ I don't bite " — He winked at me, making me feel my cheeks burn a little, Am I embarrassed? I smiled back trying to let him know without words I was fine.
" Cheeky! Hahaha, I never saw you before, I guess you ARE new!~ I like new people, my name is Nikolai Gogol, yours? " — He shaked my hand playfully.
" Fyodor Dostoyevsky, a pleasure. " — I said in a calm tone, He gasped like in surprise, who I raised an eyebrow.
" Do you have a problem? "
" Not at all, Such a pretty name! Don't be so defensive Silly! I am no one to judge names fufu " — He chuckled and made me realize maybe I was being defensive, I couldn't help it sometimes, it made me feel a little bad for my behavior but he seems to not care, like he was used to it, odd.
" Oh my time is up Dos Dos! I have to go nooooow~ Promise you'll visit me sometime! Maybe soon, Maybe not. " — His smile got weak, my lips parted in not knowing what to do or say, this was so weird, all of it was weird, everything here was wrong, the circus, Nikolai, myself, nothing was normal.
" What is- " — I couldn't finish, a sharp blade stabbed me, making me cough blood instantly, I instantly tried to see what was it, but I just saw Nikolai hand on the blade, his smile was wide again.
" Don't trust clowns silly! ~ " — He said giggling, What was funny? his laughs started to get heavier and louder, all the place was filled with laughs and giggles, my ears were hurting, everything did, I felt on the floor in pain, nothing could express how I was feeling, blood running all over my body, what is even happening, everything went down so fast, this wasn't a Dream, it was a nightmare, I felt all on circles, I was trapped.
'' AH...'' — I gasped out breathing heavily, I woke up sweating, shit, my work was all a mess, I frowned my eyebrows in fatigue, I couldn't send my work like this, all covered in ink, What am I gonna do?, I was about to hit the table in frustration, but someone knocked the door, making me frooze.
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A painted dream. ♡ Fyolai
FanfictionHello! This is an fanfiction of Nikolai Gogol and Fyodor Dostoyevsky from Bungo stray dogs, I had this idea by a dream I had, anyways this is a Mlm history so if you don't like it you're free to leave, I hope you like it ♡ NOTE: English isn't my mai...