(5/4/17 ~6:50 AM)
I was in the Little Theatre of my school watching my sister Chloe's play. It was very dramatic until her part came up. Chloe was ACTUALLY dying while speaking in monotone as her friend was just standing there wearing a white mask.
After school, I got home off of the bus and I heard male screaming from the garage to my left. I went through the kitchen and opened the door to the garage and found the sauna (yes we actually have a sauna in real life) where my mom would usually park her car. The sauna was running, yet it was unplugged. The flickering lights through the small glass windows lit up the walls.
Inside of it was Markiplier standing there screaming. He was sweating so much. Next thing I knew his skin was melting off like an aflame wax candle. His intestines fell from the peeling flesh and plopped onto the wooden floor.
I wanted to save him, but my body wouldn't let me. It was too late. His bones fell apart on top of the pile of flesh. I walked away back into the kitchen.
I saw Britan and Germany (from Hetalia) having an argument next to the stove. Britan was holding a steaming hot cuppa tea on a small plate.
"Britan! What the heck do you think you are doing?!"
"I'm just making some tea and biscuits for dinner. Nothing to cause any trouble at all–"
"Don't you know that you are a terrible cook!?"
And the argument went on and on..
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Nighttime Escapes
Short StoryA collection of all of the dreams and nightmares I remember because I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who finds dreams fascinating.