How to Fix the Broken

Chapter 55: Remember _ _ _ _

The dark faded into a scene of blue skies and fluffy white clouds.

Dream flipped fluidly in the air, gently landing on his back on the stretchy black mesh. He stared up at the blue sky and white fluffy clouds. He could hear a child squealing with joy, parents chasing them around the yard, a glitch yelping as something touched him, a Guardian in love with a healing boy, he could hear many things, but nothing was as loud or as beautiful as the laughter in his ear.

His head turned to look at the skeleton in pink. The way his skeletal mouth stretched in a smile, the way he moved to lookup at the clouds, the way his pink eye lights shimmered as he made eye contact with him.

He was different.

He was beautiful.

Dream smiled and looked back up at the clouds.

The world flickered.

The sky suddenly was an angry red, flames licking the trees and the steel poles that held up the safety net. The clouds were black and smoky, he could hear the squeal of terror from a child, the horrified cries of the parents as they kept the child in their arms, the anguished screams of the healing boy as the Guardian held him back.

Dream looked back at the pink skeleton.

He was gone.

Dream sat up, feeling the mesh start to melt around him, heat licking at his bones. Smoke filled the lungs he may or may not have had, making it hard to breathe.

Flames quickly burst around him, the stretched mesh of the trampoline snapping.

The world tipped and Dream fell before he had time to register the sight.

He landed in secure arms that felt warm and familiar. He leaned in, shivering in shock and terror. His eye sockets blinked open to blank nothingness besides the arms that held him. He looked down at the owner, dull yellow his eye lights meeting mismatched eye lights that flickered and changed briefly.

"Whoa, Dreamy... are you okay?" He asked, his voice sounding surreal and faraway.

Then he woke.

The world was too bright, and Dreams skull felt like it was splitting apart. He could still feel the touch of the shadow on his arm but he couldn't at the same time. There was something wrong.

Terribly wrong.

Dream tried to talk, nothing but a gurgle. He felt terrified, a feeling he shouldn't be feeling. He was at the castle, he could faintly see the pink skeleton beside him. He was safe, then why did he feel so terrified?

He tried to speak again, getting nothing but terrified gurgling and crying.

He felt out of control of of his own body, his skull throbbing, his body to hot.

Calm down idiot! I'm trying to fix something!

Dream tried to respond, a distant guttural cry of terror as the world around him started to slip.

No! Please! He wanted to say. Help me! He wanted to say.

Darkness turned his vision tunnel like, that last thing he could see was the pink skeleton.

Dreams eyes fluttered open, his bare feet in a creek. He kicked his feet with a smile and a soft giggle.

"Didn't know you liked water so much An-__," the pink skeleton said.

"Nah, only cause you're in it." Dream heard his voice say, even if he hadn't meant to, and it went ignored.

"Really?" The pink skeleton asked, a skeletal brow raised. He was sitting in the water, his head tilted slightly as he stared up at Dream from the rock he sat on.