HeartBound [Poofless]

Dreamland?

Time didnt seem to be a thing as I could not remember how or when, but I was somehow standing in Preston's apartment. His livingroom to be exact. Looking around, I could see a few cups sitting on the glass table, along with a few books and the TV remote. I could see the kitchen counter as well, since Preston's apartment had a very open layout. The counter had a few plates and glass cups, a fruit bowl with some apples and oranges, the typical stuff.

Somehow it didnt feel like i was really here. My footsteps didn't make any noise, my weight felt non-existent. I stared out the window, seeing nothing but darkness with some artificial light from the surrounding buildings. It was clearly the middle of the night. Looking at the microwave, i noticed the time read 2:37 am.

I turned and began walking down the short hallway. I could hear the feint yet familiar sound of a mouse clicking. Peaking into Preston's computer room, i could see him silently reading some comments, replying to a few of them.

I looked over his shoulder just as he existed out of youtube, moving over to his personal email. No one but close family and friends had access to this, so the fact that the first message at the top read "I'm coming for you." was awfully concerning.

"What in the world..." Preston spoke to himself, waiting a few seconds and audibly gulping before clicking on the message.

"You don't know me. But I know you. I know that you think you're better then everyone else. And it's time you realise that you're wrong.

I know where you live. I know everything about you. And I will come find you. You can try to prepare, but i can guarantee you stand no chance against me.

Love - The Flower King's Helper"

"Rob.." Preston's voice sounded like a mixture of shock and disbelief.

I had absolutely no idea what any of this meant. I'd never had anyone message me about being my assistant, why would I even want an assistant for my minecraft self? This didnt make any sense. In what world was Preston cocky enough to anger someone this much? Preston is the sweetest guy I've ever met. Sure, he sometimes acted a little cocky for the camera as a joke but he's always given when someone needed it, he always lent a helping hand when someone was in trouble.

"Rob couldn't.. He couldnt do this.." Preston spoke softly to himself, removing his headphones and backing out of the message.

It seemed to have been sent from an anonymous email made up specifically for this threat, and was sent at 3pm today.

I tried to speak, to tell Preston I didn't know what was going on. But words wouldn't come. My mouth wouldn't even open. My hands wouldnt follow my order to reach for Preston.

I saw Preston grab his cellphone, unlock it and go to my number. I barely had the chance to read that my number was saved under "Rob-a-dob-king" before I felt a pressure pull me backwards, away from Preston and into a void.

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I shot up in bed, gasping for air and hearing my phone ringing on my bed side table. It was all a dream, yet.. It couldn't be. I picked up my phone and my voice sounded far more tired and corse then i felt.

"Hello?"

"Rob.. I need to ask you something." Preston's voice held the same worried tone then it did in my dream. I wanted to tell him i knew what was going on, that i had no idea what was happening, but how could i explain how i knew? Besides, it could just be a huge coincidence and he could be calling for something completely different.

"What's going on man?"

"I got an email on my personal gmail saying I essentially had a stalker.. And he called himself the Flower King's Helper. Any idea what that means or?"

I had dreamt his life. I had seen everything as if i was right there, but how? How did i manage to be somewhere whilst still being home?

"I have no idea Preston. You should really contact the police, have them track the account or something. And always keep your doors locked.
I don't want anything to happen to you." I heard him sigh, sounding both worried and relieved.

"Alright.. Typically I wouldn't worry about things like this so much, i mean, we get death threats daily. But this guy messaged me on an email that maybe 10 people know, how did he find it?"

I wish I had an answer for him, but I was honestly clueless.

"I have no idea, maybe someone leaked it? But then you would have gotten so many crazed fanmail... Like i said, call the cops and try to keep safe okay? Like call right now. Better safe then sorry."

I really didnt wanna hang up and leave him alone. But i really wanted him to contact the police at the same time.

"Alright I'll do that. Thank you Rob, I'll see you tomorrow." He still sounded very on edge, though i couldnt blame him. I replied and we ended the call.

One thing was for sure, I was not getting anymore sleep tonight.

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Welp, here's chapter 3. How did Rob dream reality? Who's the creepy stalker? Questions questions questions, with answers to come soon! (well, soon ish, hopefully.)

Let me know your thoughts on the story in the comments below, stars and such are much appreciated!

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