Fluffz Randomz And Storiez (Mark\Sean\Dark\Anti) Requests Open

Protection pt.1 (A\D\R)

"Dark. Back off alright? I'm a bit busy" I say, stepping in front of him to block his view. "I just wanna watch." He says, looking over my shoulder. On the table in front of me I had, what I guess could be called, the map of Sean's brain. He was currently sleeping, and I was gonna have a bit of fun with his dreams. "Dark, not now." I growl, stepping back into him to make him back off. "I need to concentrate, and you being here is not helping." I hiss, getting a bit annoyed. That isn't the only thing I'm annoyed about. As I work through Sean's memories and thoughts, I'm finding countless areas I can't get to. These parts are the ones I can't control, I can't manipulate them. I'm not in complete control of Sean, that is why these areas exist. Moving to another spot I find an easier route to what I want. Taking memories of games, of which make up about seventy percent of them, and his fear of heights, I create a perfect nightmare. The map grows darker as the smoke like lines shudder, signaling that what I did had worked. "What did you do?" Dark asks. "Fucking hell...I thought you left." I growl. "Nope." "Why not." "Cause I didn't want to?" He shrugs. "So, what did you do? Looks like it worked." He said, motioning to the multicolored map that convulses, and pulsates through different colours, each one meaning a different feeling or emotion. Blue, coldness. Black and grey, confusion. Red, fear. Along with mixtures, purple, terror. Orange, excitement. I watch the colours change until Dark nudges me. "I have no idea what is going on, care to explain?" I frown at him. "Yea, sure. Only if you tell me how to manipulate Mark's mind." Now it's his turn to scowl. He would never do that, and I would never tell him how to use Sean. We both have our person, and each person has a completely different map, colour keys, and ways to get to memories. It's practically impossible for any other demon to control someone they don't work with. "Well, then what did you trigger?" Dark implores. I sigh, it comes out more of a growl then anything. "I took some memories from some games that had high places in them, and his fear of heights." "What other memories are there but games." Dark scoffs. "Plenty." I growl. "Chill out already. I'm not hurting anything." Dark says, bumping me with his shoulder. I ignore him and slam my hand in the midst of the pulsating smoke, scattering it all. In the air it regroups and flies back to reconnect with Sean's body. "You gonna make Mark a dream?" I ask. "No, he actually asked me not to." I raise my eyebrows in surprise. "And you are gonna listen?" "No." He laughs, laying out Mark's brain map. To me it was all a complete chaotic mess, but Dark worked fast and with ease as he navigated it all perfectly. Soon he was done, wiping it away, watching it return to Mark. On his face is a satisfied smirk. "Looks like you are happy with it." I say, walking away. "Always am." He replies. "Of course." I retort. Him and his manipulative ways. Though, I have to admit, at least he has a purpose, being able to perfect anything he does. Me on the other hand, my insanity doesn't help much, causing chaos wherever I go, at times messing things up if I get too out of hand.

I leave the room and head to the living room. I'm not tired, never really am in the first place. Insomnia plays a part, and the fact that demons don't really need to sleep. I pass time messing around on my phone for the next half an hour. While scrolling through random social medias I begin to feel uneasy. Something is obviously happing, or going to happen. Immediately I get up and teleport to Sean's room. At first glance, nothing there seemed wrong or out of place. But it was the complete silence, and stillness that was wrong. Sean was way too still, yes, he was still alive, but the entire room felt ready to explode from the calm. Quickly summoning his brain map, intending to figure out what is happening, I find that I can't. Nothing happens, furthering my concern. Then Sean yelps, his expressions and actions spelling out pure terror. His body stiff in fear, backing away from some unseen thing, then crying out again a spew of incoherent words as he shakes. What is going on? Why can't I reach his mind? I know for a fact that I did not evoke this kind of intensity in the dream. I place two fingers to his temple, a second way to see what is going on, but I can't control anything this way, it's only a window of sorts.

What I see is chaos, nothing makes sense. It's most definitely a horror dream, but someone else has triggered it. From childhood memories, to random scenes of horror games, to realistic scenes of people he loves dying. Sean tosses and turns, battling it through tears and calls for help. Teleporting to Dark, my first suspicion. And sure enough, he was bent over something he should never touch.

"What the hell are you doing!?" I yell, dragging him backwards by his shoulders, my now visible nails digging into him. He stumbles back as I immediately look at the damage he caused. "Back the fuck off." I growl, daring him to come closer as I'm crouched between him and the chaotic mess of swirling colours. He stays back, and I turn, and try to fix it all in a way it won't damage his mind in anyway. Because he already has memory of the dream Dark made, I resort to just erasing whatever memory he has of it. Then I snap my fingers, the map, fixed and safe, going straight to Sean. Then I turn back to Dark. "What the hell were you thinking?" I growl, stepping toward him, my anger obvious as my eyes spell out pain if he makes a wrong move. "I...don't know." He says, shrugging it off, as if I'd let that happen. "Don't you fucking let it go. Do you have any idea what you did? What would happen if I didn't fix your mess? You triggered random scenarios, resulting in, probably one of the worst nightmares anyone has aver had." I hiss. "Left unfixed would have resulted in permanently damaged mind frames and emotions. Any aspect of what he saw, if I let him keep any of it, which I didn't, could have scared him for fucking life. Do me a favor. Stay away from him. Or you will regret it." I snarl, inches away from his face. "How did you even manage to summon it." I demand, as it is impossible for him to do so, unless he was holding a piece of it. "There was one still on the table when you left." "And you didn't just send it off. You had to mess with it." I spat. "Do it again." I dare him, making it clear that pain will be inevitable if he does. "Fine. I won't, I was just curious." He says, stepping back and raising his hands toward me. "Like I believe that." I say, rolling my eyes. "Believe what you want. I can't change that." "Rather you change that." I say, leaving the room.

I swear, at times I purely hate that bastard. Does he not have logic? Or it could just be that he intended to do what he did, for whatever messed up reason. But I don't trust him at all right now, keeping Sean safe is priority. Even if that means physically keeping him away from Dark, Or Mark.