Nightmare Mode

Introduction to Insanity

              It was three in the morning, the night before a full day of recording another stupid video, when I was in my room, getting a good night's insomnia so that the bags under my eyes would be extra dark for tomorrow (I'm running out of eyeshadow.) when suddenly, some asshole summons me. I HAD been laying on my bed, minding my own business, scrolling through Tumblr when, with no warning, I was faceplanting onto hardwood floors. I get up, dust myself off and slip my phone into my hoodie pocket in one motion and sneer, "Gee thanks, Sanders." I glare from behind my bangs, that Thomas keeps cut far too short.

              He looks fairly shocked and as I finally look up I notice that none of the others are here, although that won't last long. As soon as Sir Dork-a-lot realises I'm out here 'unattended' then it will be fucking pandemonium. I grow tired of Sanders' gaping mouth (dude, so what. Like you've never landed on your face before.) so I apathically mention that if he leaves his mouth like that he'll choke on a fly. "Uh..." "Very articulate Sanders..." Now I'm really getting bored. I could have been watching Supernatural. Wow, he doesn't look like he's gonna be talking anytime soon. "Whatever" I start to sink out, but he stops me. "Wait..."

             "What do you want from me." I grit out through clenched teeth without a hint of a questioning tone. "Princy's in charge of inspiration, Logic does your lists and Morality is an infinite supply of Dad jokes, so what the hell do you need me for?" I didn't notice, but as I was talking I stepped closer and closer. Now I'm practically looming over him and we're the same height, looking closer, he's got some serious bags under his eyes. Like, currently rivalling my own level. I'm almost impressed, except I know it can't mean anything good on him. He seems far meeker at the moment then he generally does so I straighten up and slide a half step back. I'm not a complete monster ya know. Finally he speaks in a groggy, horribly tired voice, "I was hoping... that... Maybe, you could..." he attempts to shake the sleep out of his head, "Could you convince me to get this done tonight?" He pauses as I quirk my eyebrows in confusion. This has to be a joke or a trap. Why the fuck would he want me of all people to try and convince him of anything?

               "It's just that, Logan, Roman and Morality have already done their part for tomorrow's video and now they think I can just go to sleep without having finished refining the last bits. It will probably be another hour before it's all done and all I can hear is the three of them in the back of my head trying to convince me to go to bed." He brushes his hair out of his face to reveal that he looks even more tired than I had thought. "I guess I just hoped that you could drown them out if you were here." I roll my eyes. "Yeah, fat chance. Maybe I could have, a long time ago, but you've sapped more than half of my power." He looks confused, so a take on my best patronizing tone to explain it, "Remember when I could harass you all the time, prevent the others from materializing and even keep you from sending me away?" He nods. "Yeah... Well. I can't even stay in your vlog conversations when the others glare too hard at me now. You are shit out of luck and it's all your fault."

               He makes that face, the face that Roman makes when he's about to suggest a really, dangerously stupid idea and I can only frown and groan internally. "Wait a minute, what if I gave you daydream mode? Roman never got to truly use it, but I wonder what it would be like with you." Now I'm really worried, "You do realize, I we have no idea when daydream mode would do to us, let alone a nightmarish version of it. This quite possibly the dumbest idea you've had yet." He giggles, "Do it for the Vine?" and I wince, "too soon..." And with that encouragement, I convince him to summon the others, you know, you can never be too careful. The others argue of course, what logical person would unfetter their anxiety. I'm pretty sure that Princy here still thinks I'm some sort of beast to be slain for the fair maiden's safety, but it not like that's ever stopped me from doing whatever. Morality acts fine with it, but I can literally feel the waves of worry and well, anxiety flowing off everyone in the room.

              So Thomas, talks them down and calms their nerves, but not mine. I still think this is a bad idea, that doesn't stop him from shaking my hand and nearly all of the energy of the others from flowing into me with a rush that cuts like a knife deep in my being. Suddenly it's like I'm caught in the worst panic attack of my existence. My vision spots in and out as I grow so dizzy and lightheaded that I fall, but the impact feels distant as if it hasn't quite happened yet, it couldn't have happened, because I don't feel it. The last thought that runs through my mind, as I belatedly process the weird sounds to mean the others have rushed to my side, is that yes. Yes, this was a fucking stupid idea.

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