The Haunted ships and one-shots!

G x A/ Welcome to H**l part 2

I've been meaning to write this for awhile now. The next ship will most likely be Mia x Lalea. I have a lot of ships listed but I'm starting to lose motivation for writing them... Despite that, I do not plan on stopping with writing ships.
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Grayson groaned as his eyes opened, squinting as they readjusted to the faint light. He rubbed his eyes as he sat up, groaning again as his spine popped, aching from sleeping on the cold floor. His gazed moved over to look at his bed, to look upon the teen that slept beneath its crimson red and pure white sheets. Armen laid there, whimpering as he had a nightmare, his thumb placed inside of his mouth as he sucked on it for comfort. The blonde laughed, trying not to make it so loud that he would awaken his friend.
He looked up to gaze out the window, spotting the dark grey clouds that filled the sky. He could hear the thunder in the distance and occasionally saw the flickering of lightning flashing beyond the windows view. Grayson let out a deep breath before he stretched his arms over his head and stood up.
His eyes grew as he heard whimpering. He turned and saw Armen tossing and turning and kicking his blanket away. Grayson sighed. He felt so bad for the poor kid, suffering with nightmares and having amnesia. He walked up to the boy, placed a hand on his arm and shoulder to shake him up.
Armen groaned and opened his eyes, blinking to let his eyes adjust before lifting up his head. His cyan eyes grew as his cheeks grew a deep red when he noticed his thumb in his mouth. He pulled it out and sat up, wiping his hand on his shirt.

  "Oh, uh, good morning... Grayson, was it?" Armen said.

Grayson nodded and laughed. "Yes. And good morning to you too, Armen. Were you having a nightmare?"

The raven haired boy nodded, pulling his legs to his chest. "Yeah... I was trapped in this room filled with fire and there was this man who...kept showing up but his eyes were completely white. Then I kept seeing theses two people dying over and over again and..."

Tears began to slip from his eyes. "One of them was you... and there was an Enderman hybrid... H-He must have been...Drake."

The blonde let out another sigh before sitting down on the bed next to Armen. He was too sweet to be having nightmares like that, but they sounded like they were more than just nightmares. They sounded like they were memories of his time when he was possessed. Grayson turned away and cleared his throat, imagining the horrors that his friend must have seen. It was almost too much to even bare to think of.

"Yeah. Drake was...he was a very good guy. He was willing to do whatever it took to help the people he cared about. He put everything on the line to save you, including himself. He loved you, man. You were, are still his brother. You always have been and you always will be."

Armen sniffed and gave a weak smile. "I wish that I could see him. I wish that I could remember him. He does sound like a good guy."

  "He was. He was one of the greatest friends that I could ever ask for. And I am sure that he's...even if he's trapped, I'm sure that all he cares about is that you and I are okay."

After a moment of silence, Grayson patted him roughly on the back, then stood up. Armen watched him walk over to his chair in the corner, grab his backpack and put the straps over his shoulders. The raven haired stood, lowering a brow as he wondered what his friend was doing. Grayson pulled out an old dagger with a rusty blade and held it out to him.

  "Here. You might need this for where we are going. It isn't much but it's better than nothing."

Armen walked closer to him, slowly extending his arm and taking the old dagger in his gloved hand. He examined it, taking in the texture of the wood of the handle and running another finger along the flat side of the blade. Past the rust, he was able to see a faint reflection of himself. An image flashed through his head, causing him to squint his eyes and bit his lip in pain as the memory was accompanied by a headache.
He saw himself standing in the middle of a small town with someone else beside him but the image of the person was unclear. He remembered reaching down and grabbing an old dagger from a flower bed. Then he remembered waking up somewhere, that same person by his side.