Echotale - Thought So (G!sansxFrisk)

Sweet Dreams and Nightmares

*Frisk's POV*

The hotel was named "Sweet dreams and nightmares".

I had named it after my own "sweet dream" or, "nightmare".

In this case, a sweet dream is something that leaves a gentle taste on your tongue in the morning, a warm feeling that holds you in it's arms until it feels tired and weak. Sweet dreams were things that left you in a sleepy mood the rest of the day, left you in a mood that nothing could break.

The were rare of course, but the common nightmares are different.

Nightmare is a word that means "a terrifying or very unpleasant experience or prospect", or it means  "a frightening or unpleasant dream". Nightmares are things that leave you in tears, in anxious sickness that couldn't leave as long as the day went on, and they make it so you dread the next moment you need to sleep.

When both come together, both sweet dreams and nightmares.... was such a thing possible?

In my head, I couldn't seem to decide it.

After that night, the night in the hotel that had left me in a blank empty silence, I had a dream that filled me with both feelings.

Both expectations.

Each of them fearful, yet yearning.

At the time, I couldn't understand what I wanted.

Not when I had the sickest... sweetest... scariest dream that I could have ever imagined on myself.

The dream went something like this:

G's arms were around me, their stubborn structure suddenly protective and gentle, like a father holding his child. Yet G was not holding a child, he was holding me. 

The feeling was so real to me, so true, I almost believed I was in his arms.

I almost believed that he held me around the waist with his hands on my upper and lower back, and his chest pressed against mine.

His forehead pressed against mine.

I could hear his soft voice, and I felt lifeless.

I felt empty.

My hands and arms weren't moving, and my eyes seemed shut even though I could see perfectly.

I could see G holding me.

I could see his eyes shut and his face completely relaxed.

Why was I so tense?

So afraid?

Why wasn't I pushing him off me and screaming at what an idiot he was?

There was no way I was enjoying that right?

What scared me most, was the fact I couldn't see or feel where his lips were going.

Thoughts seemed distant in my dream, they seemed lost, trying to find out which was right and wrong before they pushed themselves into my brain.

That's when I saw my own arms around him, yet I couldn't tell if there were clothes on us or not.

The dream was so vivid, so real!

How could I have let myself have this, imagine this, put the image in my head until it choked the life out of tight chest that was loosing air.

Gentle.

Stern.

Serious.

No, the mood couldn't have been serious.