More than a Bromance: Big Nate's Awkward Affections

Chapter 16: Nightmares

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the town of P.S. 38. As the night unfolded, Blade and Nate found themselves drifting into a shared nightmare, a vivid and unsettling vision that shook them to their very core.

In the dream, the familiar halls of their beloved middle school morphed into a dark and desolate landscape. Shadows danced menacingly, and the echoes of laughter that once filled the corridors were replaced by haunting whispers. Each step felt heavy as if an invisible force pulled them toward an unknown destination.

As Blade and Nate navigated the dream together, the air grew thick with an unspoken fear. The walls seemed to close in, and the once-familiar faces of friends became distorted and ghostly. The dream twisted and turned; a labyrinth of uncertainty that mirrored the deepest fears buried within their hearts.

Suddenly, the scene shifted, and both Blade and Nate found themselves standing alone in an empty schoolyard. The haunting silence was shattered by a distant voice, echoing through the darkness.

"You're leaving, Nate."

The words hung in the air, a chilling proclamation that sent shivers down Nate's spine. As he turned to face the voice, he saw Blade standing across from him, a look of sadness etched on his face.

"And you're leaving, Blade," Nate responded, the weight of the revelation sinking in.

The dream unfolded in a surreal dance of emotions, each step toward departure feeling like a farewell to the bonds they had forged. The schoolyard transformed into a swirling vortex, threatening to engulf them and erase the memories they had shared.

In a final crescendo of despair, Blade and Nate try to reach out to each other, their hands inches away but unable to bridge the gap. The dream reached its climax with a heart-wrenching scream that reverberated through the void.

And then, abruptly, they woke up.

Blade sat up in bed, his chest heaving, and sweat coating his forehead. The room felt colder than usual, the remnants of the nightmare still lingering in his mind. He glanced at the clock, realizing it was the dead of night.

Meanwhile, across town, Nate jolted awake, his heart pounding in his chest. The images of the nightmare clung to him like a lingering fog, and he found himself grappling with the same sense of dread that Blade had experienced.

Unbeknownst to each other, Blade and Nate had shared a nightmare, a vivid portrayal of the unspoken fears that haunted their subconscious minds. The echoes of the dream lingered in the air, creating an unspoken connection between the two teenagers.

As they tried to shake off the remnants of the nightmare, Blade and Nate couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, a foreboding premonition that hinted at the unpredictable twists yet to unfold in their middle school journey.