Cube SMP One Shots

Gracy

Stacy's P.O.V

I hear running upstairs. There's a deafening scream that can be heard all throughout the house. I try to run, but I can't. My feet are stuck to the ground. What am I stepping in? Oh my god... I think it's blood. I try to call for help, but every time I open my mouth to speak, no sound comes out. I hear the footsteps coming my way. I can't leave. I just have to accept the fact that I am going to die. I'm in my own living hell.

I sit straight up. As I try to comprehend what that dream meant, I can't help but cry. It was too scary to think of anything else to do. I continue wallowing in my sadness, when I hear footsteps down the hall. I start to breath heavily again. Oh no. No no no no no. Not this again. My sobs instantly stop and I stare down the door. The foot steps are coming closer. I don't wanna die. It can't end like this. The knob slowly turns and I feel like i'm about to pass out. I widen my eyes and i'm prepared to scream when I recognize the figure.

"Stacy? Are you okay? I heard you crying." Zach said. Oh thank goodness it's only him. He sits down on the side of my bed next to me, with obvious worry in his eyes. "Hey, what's wrong?" He uses his thumb to wipe away the tears from my face. "Oh i'm sorry to wake you up. It was only a nightmare." Thinking about it makes me start crying again. Zach doesn't say anything in response, he only comes closer to enclose me in one of his hugs. I smile into his shoulder, instantly feeling better. "Do you think that you'll be able to go back to sleep?" I shake my head 'no'. "I think that i'm a little too shaken up for that. I'll just try to occupy myself until morning." He sighs and then looks down at me. "Well we have two options here. Neither of them is the one you just offered." He says. "The first is that I make us some popcorn and watch the AristoCats. I know that movie makes you smile. The second is that we have a sleepover on the couch." I smile and wipe the tears from my eyes. He always knows how to cheer me up. "A movie does sound pretty good right now..." He stands up and extends a hand for me. I grab it and we walk to the living room together, hand in hand. I start up the movie while I can hear the steady popping of the snack Zach is making. In a few minutes, we are cuddled up in a comfy blanket, eating buttery popcorn, watching my favorite movie. I rest my head on his shoulder and he wraps his arm around me. For some reason, i'm kind of glad I had that nightmare.

(Hey guys, it's me! And I know, I know. The picture of Graser we picked out makes him look like a hipster who likes to hang out in coffee shops. Just try to picture it okay? Okay thank for agreeing.)