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

Who The F*ck Are You?!

"Scott?! W-what are you d-doing here?" Mitch was physically trembling as the purple haired dream boy became closer to the brunette step by step, backing Mitch into a corner.

"Is that why you really broke up with me? To be with that blond haired freak?! He's not even good looking!"

Mitch chuckled slightly at the irony. "You do know you're basically the same person, right?"

"Quiet!" Mitch flinched at the punk's tone, feeling like the first time he met Punkatonix. "You made a fool out of me! The rest of Punkatonix quit. We're no longer doing gigs. I'm no longer a famous screamer. And that's all your fault!" Scott banged his hand on the wall behind Mitch, the loud thump trailing it's way through Mitch's body, his nerves copying the actions of the vibrations from the sudden action.

Scott pinned Mitch up against the wall and smirked when seeing his struggle. No matter how hard Mitch tried, he couldn't get out of Scott's grasp.

"Your boyfriend can't help you now Mitchie."

He spoke too soon.

The blonde came pounding through the door and leaped on the punk as soon as he saw the interaction. The 2 baritones started to fight it out.

Blonde vs purple.

Mitch managed to escape the havock so he could have a dream where punk Scott stayed in dreamland and he could get rid of him as soon as possible. No matter how hard he tried though, he couldn't get a nap in. He was too worried about his boyfriend and whether or not he was gonna get killed by someone made up.

Mitch finally managed to close his eyes and thought up a quick dream about getting rid of his old dreams.

He rushed back into the guest room to see blondie and dickwad still battling it out. He had hoped that his boyfriend would've killed his ex by now, but Mitch being Mitch, he always had a back up plan just in case. Mitch ran over to the star shaped cage when he had the chance and was about to open it when punk Scott grabbed him around the throat and threatened to strangle him.

He was scary. He was dangerous. He was daring. He didn't care. He never cared. He just wanted to be someone Mitch didn't want to be. All this and he's just a made up character in Mitch's dreams.

He's an actual nightmare.

"If I'm going back to dreamland," Scott looked down at the petrified brunetter in his arms and smirked. "Then you're coming with me."

He opened the cage with his free hand and before Mitch knew it, he was struggling to grip his feet to the familiar yellow brick road.

The purple haired nightmare dragged Mitch along the road until finding the end where Mitch usually met him.

Mitch finally opened his eyes after the long walk, feeling braver than before. His eyes were filled with tears, though he could notice the change in this dream compares to all his other dreams.

The skies were grey and stormy. Mitch never liked to see grey. The only grey he would ever want to see in his dreams is some fifty shades of grey kinky shit, not the actual colour.

The punk threw Mitch to the ground and the small man managed to save his head from hitting the hard concrete.

"You stay here you disgusting worthless mutt, I'm going to make you mine again, even if I have to force you!" And with that, the tall dickwad walked off, leaving Mitch in the middle of nowhere.

Mitch curled into a ball and let all his cries and sobs out until the rain started hitting hard.

He managed to find shelter before the hail kicked in, thankfully. He wasn't so thankful though when he saw punk Kirstie sitting there as well.

Mitch was about to do a runner when he felt a hand grip around his wrist. It was a firm grip, but not bruising, so at least it wasn't Scott. Mitch didn't want to call her m Scott anymore. He's just gonna call him 'nightmare'.

It wasn't nightmare's grip. It must've been Kirstie's grip.

Mitch tried to loosen his wrist and wiggle out of her grasp, until a soft voice came out.

"I won't hurt you."

He turned around to see genuine sadness on her face and her grip seemed to soften up as he turned inch by inch.

"What's up Kirst?"

"It's Scott. He wouldn't let Avi and Kevin in our group unless they were gay and they really needed money. I wasn't allowed in unless I was in a relationship or didn't do relationships and I couldn't find anyone to pretend to be my boyfriend cuz Avi is my boyfriend, so I pretended I was a slut. Mitch, you're lucky you get to escape this world and him. I have to act like a prostitute all the time around Avi whilst he makes out with someone who isn't even female. Kevin did it just to get known so he could carry on his own music aspiration of cello boxing. It's hard, Mitch. Everyday we just wanted to escape this world with you and live our lives normally." Kirstie was close to tears as Mitch comforted her.

As Kirstie kept explaining, Mitch really had time to learn about these 3 and the fact that they aren't that different from normal people.

The 2 sat in a comfortable silence. Mitch looked down to have seen Kirstie fell asleep. They were practically cuddling. He could've been in Kirstie's place right now and his boyfriend could've been cuddling him.

Mitch remembered seeing Scott on the floor unconscious. He would've done anything for Scott to have woken up and saved him.

All of a sudden, the bitter sadness turned into a shiver of nerves as he heard some branches crackle.

Nightmare must've been back. Nightmare must've been looking for him. Nightmare must've been after him this whole time. Nightmare was going to get him.

Mitch looked to the direction of the barely audible sounds and his heart was going at a pace like never before. Someone was behind the bushes. He could see little strands of hair stick out at the top.

Suddenly, the figure appeared out of the bushes.

2 similar shapes. 2 similar voices. 2 baritones. 2 tall men. Different styles, different hair colours. And Mitch knew this hair colour all too well, so he left Kirstie and ran...

Straight into his boyfriend's arms.