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Character chart will be after the prologue most likely so watch out for that.

Color is twenty and Codas ten.
It just fits the plot better.
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Warmth and darkness.

He opened his eyes. The brightness made him flinch and shy away with a whine.

A calm, soothing voice hummed to him. He softly peaked up and into the light. A large figure loomed above him, cooing to him sweatily. A voice he's heard before.

His eyes widened as he looked up at his mother. He could see every detail, color, textures- all of it.

His mother looked down on him with a smile, that soon faded into sorrow. Coda looked up in curiosity and confusion.

Then, suddenly, it all went dark again.

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Coda jolted awake, his breath uneven.

The details of his dream leaving him until he couldn't remember it at all.

He sat up, calming down from his sudden shock. Shakily he reached out to his nightstand and felt around for his alarm clock.

When his fingers touched cool plastic he reached for the top, pressing the middle button. A light, electronic voice hissed at him like static.

2:00 am.

Damit. He won't be able to sleep after waking up like that, unless...

Hesitantly he slipped the covers off his body and stepped out of bed. Carefully the stepped along his carpet, reaching out after a few feet. He felt the doors soft texture, running his hand down til he felt the cold metal of the knob. He opened the door with complete silence.

He stepped through the threshold and gently closed his door with a soft click.

Using the walls as a guide he walked forward.

His hand suddenly felt the soft frame of his parents door. He sucked in a breath. His hands shook as his movements slowed. After a few steps he sighed with relief in walking past the door. Proceeding down the hall he sighed, almost there.

Then...

Footsteps downstairs held him still.

His body stiffened as the soft footsteps made there way across from the kitchen to the stairs. He was already to far from his door to get back without making noise or getting caught.

What could he be doing up so late? He needed an excuse. Thought it was morning? No, dad got him that dumb talking clock for that reason. Needed to go to the rest room? Believable if he was walking in the direction of the bathroom. Getting water? Yeah, he'll go with that.

In the few seconds he made up his mind the steps had reached the top of the stairs. They paused for a moment before stepping forward. A soft whisper called.

"Hey lil' bro. What are you doing up so late?"

Codas tension fell with a sigh. "Thought you were dad."

He could almost taste Colors sudden understanding. "You had that dream again?" Coda only nodded.

Color sighed, "Come 'ere, let's get some sleep."

Coda lifted his arms up slightly, he felt Color step forward and wrap his arms around him, lifting him into his chest. Color grunted slightly.

"Y'know you're gettin' pretty heavy. I don't think I'll be able to pick you up any more. I mean you are ten." Color snickered.

Coda grunted a bit, liking the feeling of being held. The thought of losing that kinda feeling, made him want to enjoy it as much as he could now.

Coda snuggled deep into his brothers body as he was carried into the room he was trying sneaking to.

A few years earlier he would be in the same situation with his mother, Error. Being carried to there room and snuggle with his parents until they woke him for breakfast.

That was until Fresh decided he was to old to sleep with his parents.

He wasn't very upset with the thought. His father was right, he was to old. He didn't throw a fit or cry. But some nights he'd find himself laying in bed wide awake in till morning. Insomnia was what Color called it.

Sleep was like a drug to Coda. The light felling of hours passing in a pin drop. But without another person beside him, it was difficult for him to fall asleep. Difficult to, as you may say, feed his addiction.

Color gently placed him onto his bed before slipping in next to him. Coda hummed in content as he snuggled into his brothers chest. His mind drifted as sleep lulled to him. A soft voice cooed to him as his mind blurred.

"Good night. Little brother."

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