Taking Over | inanimate insanity x y/n

10 - Nightly Troubles

Paper

I felt myself tossing and turning in my sleep. I was having another nightmare. Normally, that wouldn't be that big of a deal, but being in a different environment with new and different people contributes to some new delusions. At least, it does for me.

I was dreaming about dolphins, one of his greatest fears. I was stuck in an aquarium tank with dolphins as random people surrounded him and laughed. The dolphins kept trying to get close, but I kept swimming away or punching their faces.

I've had this dream before. But only a few seconds passed before something else came from behind the crowd. A giant punching glove attached to a pole smacked the glass and broke it. There were shards of glass flying everywhere, some people in the crowd got stabbed by them, and all the dolphins where either dying of suffocation or blood loss.

I screamed bloody murder as the huge body of water splashed onto the floor taking him with it. Eventually, I hit the ground face first and emerged surprisingly unscathed. I panted from both fear and exhaustion from swimming so much.

I looked to where the fist came from and saw Mephone4 standing next to OJ. Both had furious expressions on their faces. I gulped in fear.

"How could you leave me with so much responsibility? I have to do TWICE the amount of work I usually do!" OJ yelled. Anguish was written all over his face. Clearly OJ hasn't taken my absence very well.

"I just can't believe you'd make so many false accusations about me! I'm just a host with a reality TV show. I should take you to court!" Mephone4 was yelling as well. I never said anything about Inanimate insanity?! Why is he making false accusations of me?

Soon, they were both yelling. Then Pickle joined in. Something about being unreliable? Then many other hotel residents joined in. The screaming and complaining was so overwhelming I curled into a ball. I covered my ears. It kept getting louder. But then, something unexpected happened.

Evil Paper, the side of me that I haven't seen in years, said something I couldn't let go of:

"You're just another irrelevant side character who's too pussy to do anything for themself. Hope you enjoy freeloading even more." He said with his usual sharp edge.

With that, I shot up in my makeshift bed. I was panting. Sweat rolled down my forehead, and my hands were shaking. I know I've had nightmare problems since Evil Paper, butI've never had a dream like that before. Never that intense. I tried to control my breathing, for the sake of everyone else. I wouldn't want to be even more of a burden.

I finally controlled myself. I'm okay. Although, through the darkness of the room, I saw someone. They were getting water from the bowl y/n gave us. We have assigned thimbles to scoop water with and drink. I decided to get up and see who is was.

"Knife? What are you doing up so late?"

"I could ask the same to you."

Knife's voice was monotone like usual. But i knew I wouldn't rest until he got his answer.

"I had a nightmare...again." I admitted. "Do you want to talk about it?" Knife questioned. I though about it. Admitting my problems to knife would mean being a burden, but shutting my mouth would be putting a burden on myself to stay quiet. Maybe Knife won't mind. After all, I don't recall hearing him yell at me in my dream.

"Promise I won't be.. a-a burden?"

"What?! Of course you're not a burden! You never are! If anything, maybe Cheesy is. He always have something to say. And it's not always positive." Knife laughed to himself, remembering a time where cheesy made trophy so insecure with one sentence. It made Trophy feel the need to exercise for 6 hours daily. He passed out from exhaustion 6 days in and was hospitalized.