Trauma (Tony x Sketchbook) DISCONTINUED

Chapter 5

Tony gently hauled Sketchbook up in his arms and left the table.
She looked as still as a mouse, her body with no indication of movement whatsoever. This comforted Tony.
Setting Sketch down on the green sofa that she hated, Tony watched her snore once more, like what he did the night before.
He had observed that Sketch have been sleeping a lot, and this worried him. But he quickly dismissed the thought and concentrated on the cult lesson.
That butterfly, no, bee, is a cult leader worshipping the gravel-eating, made of stone statue called Malcolm.
And this might damage Manny's religious faith completely. Maybe even his lifestyle, since he'll never look at love the same way again.
Tony tried to think of ways to stop him. He lived in Manny's dream, but dreams are controlled by time, too, right?
And creativity. That's what makes dreams seem more interesting. Deeper. Like a fantasy or something else.
He listened to his clock hands tick constantly and rubbed his gloved hands together, creating friction.
He had already thought of a perfect plan.
But that required the help of a little sketchbook.