𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘤𝘈𝘷𝘰𝘺

79 - [BD] Oneiric

O N E I R I C
adjective [oh-nahy-rik]

Of or relating to dreams.

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His bare feet on the wore-down, tarmac causes him immense discomfort. He wonders for the umpteenth time about why he has no shoes, or at least socks, on. As always, he receives no answer. He glances around, unsure of where he is but all the same feels as though he has been here before, a lot. He takes a step forward, the loose fragments of the road below poking into the soles of his feet. He cautiously walks ahead, with his eyes trained on the lines on the road and the houses he passes by. He stops suddenly at the sight of a worn down, two-floored house, with a mailbox that says 'Denbroughs'. He walks over to it gradually, tracing his fingers over the lettering slowly. He sighs. As the pre-scripted series of actions and events play out, something inside him pulls him towards the street ahead. As he continues to walk, a downpour of rain douses him in water. He shivers from the sharpness of the temperature; he cannot stand a second in the rain. He starts to run forward without any conscious sense of direction, as his clothes weigh him down and drip. He stops suddenly, turning to face the curb as his eyes trail down to the drain that is drinking every drop of murky, rainwater it is offered. He tenses up suddenly, foreboding consuming his sanity. He steps closer to the drain, bending down and resting on his knees. He flinches in pain from the uncomforting road surface. He places his palms on the tarmac and lowers his head till it almost touches the ground, to see inside the drain. "Georgie?" He calls out, hopelessly. Lightning strikes, flashing the sky and his vision, while its deafening roar causes him to shudder. His eyes fall upon an eerie figure in the drain, slowly nearing him as its mouth spread open with endless lines of fangs-

Bill wakes up with a jolt, strong enough that it causes him to sit upon his bed. Sweat rolls down his forehead as he continues to tremble in fear. He glances outside the window, noticing the shadows of raindrops falling on the curtains and the sound of rain pattering on the glass. He sighs and glances to his side, smiling when he sees you fast asleep. He plants a kiss on your forehead then steps out of bed.

*****

2 hours later...

Your eyes flutter open and you stretch your arms. You feel slightly fresh; you are ready to face the day-

You lift your head and furrow your eyebrows. The empty side of the bed, the lack of someone laying there, concerns you.

"Bill...?" You ask with a croaky voice, "Honey, where are you?" You sit up on your bed and glance around the room. There is no sign of him, neither in the bathroom.

You don't usually wake up in the middle of the night. You think that perhaps the rain had disturbed your slumber.

You get up and walk out of the bedroom. You look down the dark hallway then shake your head. You are about to head back into your room when you hear a subtle knocking on the main door. You perk your ears up to listen closely. You want to make sure that it isn't a tree branch tapping against a window-

"[y/n]? H-Hello? Are you... Are you there?" The knocking pursues at the door while you hesitantly approach it, "I-It's me..."

You rush to the door and pull the door chain out of its slot, then unlock the door. You turn the doorknob and swing the door open.

A gush of wind blows in your face, along with sprays of water from the rain. You gasp, "Oh my lord, Bill?!"

You see your fiancé standing on the porch, completely drenched in the rain. His hair is over his forehead, dripping with water while his clothes are see-through. His teeth constantly chatter and his body shivers slightly.