Nothing without you[Nickloon]

chapter 15 - endful events

Hey guys, I'm feeling really happy, so enjoy this chapter <3333

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Balloons pov :

I woke up on my... bed..? Wait, where am I? What happened?
I scratch my head as I try to get up, only to realise someone's hand was entangled with mine, it felt warm and nice, I haven't felt like this ever since Nickel had been out of reach.

surrounded by unfamiliar shadows that danced on the walls like ghosts. My mind struggled to grasp where I was. This wasn't my bed. The room felt distorted, like a funhouse mirror reflecting a distorted reality. Every time I tried to move, an invisible force pushed back, and my attempts to speak were swallowed by silence.

Panic surged through me. Was I trapped in a nightmare? It certainly felt like one. Memories slipped through my fingers like sand, leaving only confusion and fear in their wake. The air felt heavy with uncertainty, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.

As I stumbled through the room, each step felt like wading through spectrums. The walls seemed to warp and bend around me, closing in with every heartbeat. I reached out to touch the nearest surface, hoping for some anchor in this shifting reality. But my hand passed through it like smoke, leaving me trembling and breathless.

Then, in the distance, I saw a figure. A silhouette against the swirling darkness. It called out to me, a voice both familiar and distant.

"Balloon," it whispered, the sound echoing like a haunting melody.

I moved towards the figure, desperate for answers, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Who are you?"
I cried out, my voice barely a whisper in the suffocating silence.

The figure turned towards me, revealing a face I knew all too well, Nickel. His eyes held a mixture of concern and sorrow, his features drawn with worry.

"Balloon," he said again, his voice gentle but tinged with sadness.

"Nickel," I breathed, relief flooding through me like a wave.

"What's happening? Where are we?"

Nickel approached me slowly, his movements cautious as if afraid of startling me.

"I don't know, Balloon,"

he admitted softly.

"But we're here together. That's what matters."

I reached out to touch him to reassure myself that he was real. His hand was warm against mine, grounding me in this surreal dreamscape.

"I'm scared,"

I confessed, my voice trembling.

Nickel's expression softened, his thumb brushing gently against the back of my hand.

"I know,"

he murmured, his gaze never leaving mine.

"But we'll figure it out. Together."

His words were a lifeline in the swirling chaos around us. I wanted to believe him, to trust that we could navigate this strange dream together. But doubt gnawed at the edges of my mind, whispering cruel thoughts of abandonment and loneliness.

As we wandered through the shifting corridors of the dream, Nickel stayed close by my side. We talked about everything and nothing, our voices, a fragile thread connecting us amidst the uncertainty. Sometimes, the walls would ripple with colour, mirroring our emotions in shades of joy and sorrow. Other times, they would close in, suffocating us with their cold indifference.