Mystic Cage of Dreams. (PTX/Scömìche) *COMPLETED*

Yep, They're Different.

Fuck it, I'll give you the update today.

XXX - violence, drugs and offensive comments.

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Mitch had just had dinner with Kirstie and Jeremy. Now he's in the guest room with the star shaped cage in his hands.

He was pacing back and forth in front of the bed, waiting to make sure K and J were definitely asleep. He had been looking forward to this dream throughout the whole time he was stuffing fried chicken and cheesy mashed potatoes in his mouth.

This dream was a little more tense than the last one. It definitely gave Mitch a fright. However, the ending was nice, and he was looking forward to that.

Half an hour later and all he could hear was the soft purrs of his content cat sleeping on his pillow. It's go time.

Mitch opened up the cage and, like before, he had a flash of bright white before coming across the familiar blue sky, rose bushes and yellow brick road.

He skipped along the yellow brick road and came to a halt when he noticed the smell of weed. He saw a cloud in the sky which was odd since he always dreamt that the skies were clear of anything but the colour of baby blue and the burning sun beaming down on his skin.

He then realized and small trail from the top of the cloud that led downwards. He followed the trail with his eyes until they were locked on to a pair of lips breathing out this unknown cloud. He recognized the lips, which then led him to recognize the cloud.

That cloud was smoke from a splif and those lips were the same lips he had kissed only the night before.

It was punk Scott. He was surrounded by the members of Punkatonix. Boy was he glad to see people who actually cared for him.

Of course he hasn't forgotten about the incident that happened the night before, so he came prepared.

He was wearing a leather jacket with black ripped skinny jeans, a plain black tank and some cute black converse. He had also had his septum piercing in which made him look more like he fit in with Punkatonix.

"Hey gorgeous." The soothing sound of his boyfriend's voice was followed by the sweet taste of his lips against his own. Punk Scott pulled away and Mitch had never felt so content.

He felt safe around this Scott. He felt like he was meant to be with this Scott. He felt like he mattered to Punkatonix. They weren't perfect, and neither was he. He made many mistakes in his life, but hey, look at the rest of them.

Kirstie's a prostitute, Avi and Kevin are gay together, Scott's a screamer, they smoke dope and they honestly couldn't give 2 shits about anyone around them.

They almost made Mitch look like a goody 2 shoes, which is weird. In the real world, Mitch was the queen of sass. He's always getting into trouble and around Pentatonix, he seems so emo. However around Punkatonix, it feels like the other way round.

After walking for a while, having a few make out sessions and begging Kirstie to stop slutting around so much cuz it was wasting time, Mitch came to a halt. He closed his eyes and smelt the danger in the air. He opened his eyes and let them take in his surroundings. He could almost taste the bitterness to come. This was when it clicked.

Mitch had been in this situation before.

This is where people would come up to him and start throwing homophobic slurs at him. In the real world, Scott and Alex would stand back and snicker slightly, expecting Mitch to throw back a sassy comment and walk away like a boss. However, Mitch gets very hurt by the names he's called and very anxious about anything they pick on. His looks, his personality, his walk, his voice, just him in general. His insecurity takes over and that's enough to get him pummeled to the ground. Jake used to try and help, but Alex would hold him back, thinking Mitch could take these guys by himself. This has happened many times before and not once has Mitch been able to fight back. This was giving him daunting memories and he wanted to get out if this place. And fast.

It was too late though. The homophobes were already walking up towards Mitch.

Mitch tried to look intimidating. Emphasis on the word 'tried', I'm guessing you could tell that didn't quite work.

He coward down, letting the men tower over him more than they should.

"Hey boys, looks like we've caught ourselves a faggot here." The leader chuckled. Mitch at least thought it was the leader. He was taller and broader than the other 2, so that was the best guess he had.

"Leave him alone you cunt!" Kevin stepped in, protecting Mitch whilst Scott was too busy trying to pry Kirstie away from another guy.

The leader quickly turned around and pushed Kevin back into Avi. "Shut up n*gga! This is none of your business!"

This tipped Avi over the edge. The bass lunged towards the leader, only to get smacked unconscious by his minions.

The 3 men laughed and turned their attention towards Mitch again. The leader then pulled a dagger out of his pocket and got his minions to hold Mitch in place.

Just as the leader was about to ruthlessly stabbed Mitch, there was a gunshot.

Mitch had his eyes closed the whole time. When he opened his eyes, the minions were in the distance running off the the leader was on the floor, lifeless.

The gunshot had woken Avi up and everyone turned their attention towards Mitch.

Mitch was confused at first. Then he saw a small pistol in Scott's hand.

"We'll use his dagger to slice him open so we can use his insides to throw at our audience at our next gig. The next gig is in a weeks time and the audience love it when the organs are fresh." Scott said that as if it was a normal thing.

He then helped Mitch up off of floor and held him in a tight hug. He then loosened his grip to let go completely and did a once over on Mitch.

"No marks? No scratches? No blood? Are you okay?" Scott seemed really worried about Mitch.

"I'm fine." Mitch smiled at how protective Scott was being.

Real life Scott would've just let him die there. If it's what Alex would've instructed him to do, he'd act like this was none of his business.

Dream Scott, however, shot this guy in the head, told his band mates to slice this guy open for his insides, then made sure Mitch was alright.

Real life Scott didn't even check if Mitch was alright.

Mitch pulled punk Scott down by the back of his neck and went in for a deep kiss, letting his emotions out. He was forgiving him, loving him and treating him all at once.

During the make out session, Mitch recapped the previous situation in his head and how the 2 Scotts had different reactions. Apart from the hair colours, smoking dope, violence and aggressive behavior...

They really are different.