Fishy's Adventures

Chapter Eight „a" - Goldy's Dream

Weed dealers are so mainstream.
Goldy does fountain pens.
"Get a handheld fountain for a reasonable price, you ballpen peasant" - that's his slogan.

Did I forget to mention that Goldy was a student of the IIIrd LO? Well, now you know. He's a teenager, yet so good at trading.
Fishy hated him for being a dealer who didn't offer any weed for sale. That created lots of tensions in the IIIrd LO.
Goldy knew he was in a bad situation, hearing the rumors of missing people, including Mr Rocky and the petitioners who entered Fishy's study only to never return.
He wrote his last will using his finest fountain pen. Just in case. Afterwards he made a difficult decision to end his headmaster's madness, once and for all. Then he grabbed a pen-shaped spear and went out in search of Fishy.

He saw him standing near the entrance of the IIIrd LO, in the late evening. The wind was blowing and the darkness along with the clouds were creating an odd atmosphere.
He pointed the polearm at Fishy, silently challenging him. Fishy pretended not to notice. A heavy rain started to fall, extinguishing Fishy's blunt. He finally turned to face Goldy.
Without saying anything, he drew his sword and made several sweeps in the air. Goldy knew that it won't be an easy duel.
He shook off everything Fishy threw at him, though his kind of weapon made it uncomfortable to fight back against a swordsman. He leapt back a few feet, then used the pump installed in his weapon to squirt ink at his unsuspecting adversary.
In the rain it was barely visible, but this diversive strategy bought Goldy a few seconds of priceless time.
He made several expertly executed swings before leaping and eviscerating Fishy in a single, brutal, air-to-ground slam. Having sustained mortal wounds, Fishy slumped to the ground without making a single noise.
The IIIrd LO's headmaster throne was empty now.
The janitor showed up one last time.
Is it the end of the story, or......

.....BLIINK!

Goldy woke up in his bed, breathing heavily. He was soaking with sweat.
He checked the phone's clock.
It said: Saturday, 04:37.
Goldy wasn't sure if all this really happened. In his mind, reality collided with fiction. He opened his phone's contact book and looked up Fishy's number.
Acting under the impulse, he called it.

One signal..

The second one..

A few signals later Goldy's blood pressure was at dangerously high levels.  Seeing hiw Fishy didn't answer the phone, Goldy became convinced that Fishy is indeed dead. Or fast asleep in his bed. You can't just count on people to answer your calls so early in the morning.

No answer to the call...

He receiced a text message a few seconds afterwards.

SENDER: Fishy
RECIPIENT: Goldy
Sent Saturday, 04:42
Message:

FEAR ME

His phone shut down unexpectedly.
The electricity went out. The storm outside was unbearable.
Not sure about what to do, Goldy went to the kitchen. Careful not to wake up any family members, he took some snacks out of the fridge. Having gulped down a few slices of cheese and a glass of milk, he went back to the bedroom.

He lied down in his bed and closed his eyes.

Suddenly and unexpectedly, he realized he's not alone. He felt breathing on his shoulder.

Goldy slowly turned his head around, expecting the worst...

Boom.

He saw Fishy's corpse with exactly the same wounds he dealt to him in his dream (dream?) and yellow, bloodthirsty eyes, glowing in the dark.
All he said to Goldy with his dark, twisted voice was: "Let's have a deal where you get torn apart and I have a great laugh".

So it turned out Fishy was indeed asleep. Just not in the bed Goldy expected him to be in..

Screams coming from the room were loud enough to wake up half the neighbourhood. But they didn't.

Luckily for Goldy, the monster was not as quick to attack him, which gave him a few split seconds to get up and run away in panic. He already was quite far away from his house when he felt some shivering cold.. He opened his eyes and discovered that he's in his bed, his older brother standing above him with a bucket of water.

-I simply couldn't wake you up, I tried everything else, I swear. You were having an awful nightmare, bro. Good think the cold water idea worked out.

So the whole nightmare about Fishy was a dream? Goldy checked his phone once again. He saw Fishy's text message he received just a few hours ago....

Good night, kids. Sleep well.

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A word from the author: seeing how embarrassingly inadequate to the others this part is, allow me to explain its origins, unlike the other chapters it originated on my friends' Messenger group, where I was improvisingly writing the next parts sentence after sentence, in separate messages. Given the unusually creepy atmosphere, the tension between the „bubbles" of text popping out on the screen is what made it really climatic. After some changes, I added this to the whole story as an extra chapter that doesn't count to the total of 30. It's probably the closest I'll get to a creepypasta, too.