This would've come out two days ago, but I got sick with three infections that's been going around; strep throat, sinus, laryngitis and I believe an ear infection is starting up too x.x so I've been sick as a dog even with medicine, how about you all?
Without further ado though, enjoy!
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Groaning, Dream rubbed his temple at the blinding headache, trying his very best to focus on his paperwork he had to sign, read, approve or reject. His wings cramped, his eyes burned and his hands were unsteady.
He still forced himself to work, work, work. He had to work; he had an important buisness, even if it just means filing papers. The JR Organization depended on him working 24/7, especially now, with all this strange activity.
It started a month ago, but has ballooned up since then. People, especially guards, have been quitting in record high numbers. There's been less donations then usual, and more inmates have been escaping.
Another thing he noted was that Ink, and even Blue have been acting off. It was odd. Blue's always trying to get into his pants, which while annoys him, now that it isn't happening it was weird and out of place. Ink, even despite being soulless and being addicted to his aura, was also distant and away for long hours.
Dream sighed, taking his eyes off the paperwork. Maybe he's overthinking about his coworkers not including him in their life as much. They're adults for heaven's sake; they got their own lives.
Dream didn't convince himself. There was just... An odd feeling that something was wrong, or that something is amiss. Dream gave out another breath as he shook his head, having not figured this out yet and it was frustrating him.
Dream would've tried figuring it out for a little while longer had a knock on the door not interrupted his ruminating. "I'm free," Dream murmured, and the door creaked, revealing the devil himself, Ink. He looked tired and disheveled, as if he didn't have a good night's rest; Dream would've told Ink that the artist will be staying awake for the entire day because Dream was already not getting rest had the artist asked for a day off, but his interest was piqued when an indifferent Blue followed into the room behind him, alongside a number of monsters- a lead-ranking healer from the hospital, Amit, and a high ranking scientist known as Leafoid, and the guard trainer Menusa, and two other monsters Dream didn't know, likely because they had not too much importance in JR currently.
Champion lifted his head at the others, only growling at Blue for a second before Dream hushed him. "This must be important, if you were to bring others with you," Dream murmured. "However, please be quick; we all got jobs to do, no wonder."
Ink nodded, resisting the urge to yawn, and a few others did too; Leafoid however did not, her tongue curling as she yawned. Everyone, except Blue, looked tired. Ink shook his head, "Me and a few others here had shared a dream."
That confused Dream, a lot. "Can you further elaborate?"
"It's difficult to do so," Leafoid interjected. "The easier way we can explain is that we all had the same dream."
"Hmm..." Dream hummed. "So you all had a fragment of dreams that tie together, or did all of you have the same exact dream?"
"I believe we all had the same dream," Menusa's hoarse voice informed. Dream nearly dropped his papers and his wings squeezed shut. "But some of us don't remember fragments of it, no doubt from memory problems," Menusa added.
"What was the dream about, then?"
Ink sighed. "I remember the beginning best, though it's a bit blurry, and a few parts I don't remember at all. I'll lay it to you what I can remember."
"Go on."
"Something I remember, clear as day, something about...-"
