Lost Dreams - Candy Pop x Ready (One shot)

Lost Dreams - Candypop x Reader (One Shot)

*Your POV*

       I remember what it was like, to see things that I couldn't with my eyes opened. A completely different world filled with brilliant colors, magnificent creatures, unusual people. The feeling of being able to look over the edge of a cliff, above the clouds. How I'd close my eyes, stretch out my arms, and let the drop take me.

        The fall felt like a million stories long and the moment I'd open my eyes, I'd see the ocean below me and just before I'd fall in, some imaginary force would pull me over, allowing me to fly right above the deep blue waves. When I wasn't flying, I was traveling to different places across this world, meeting new people, trying new things, being someone I wanted to be with no restrictions, no rules. I was free.

       But now... Now all I saw was darkness. I'd walk blindly through a pitch black, never ending world. No color, no flying, no people, just me, alone. When I first had this dream, I felt like I was suffocating, locked inside a cage with no view to the outside. Restricted to a lonesome eternity. After five years, I've gotten used to it. Just allowing my legs to keep walking in a direction. I've even lost hope of finding any kind of light, a door, a view. I've accepted this fate of entrapment.

I used to be so excited to go to sleep, dream a world that I only could wish to exist, but now I'm just dying to wake up.

As I walked through the pitch black, I could hear something inaudible, something that sounded irritated, something familiar.

       Furrowing my eyebrows, I rub my eyes gently before opening them up and looking over to the noise. Across the room from me and my bed, sitting on my desk with his arms and legs crossed, was a man. He wore a peculiar outfit that consisted of three colors; black, blue and purple, with bells hanging from the long pieces of fabric that extended from his neck, something like a jester.

       He had long, blue hair that reached to his hips. All of it divided into three sections, three pony tails. He also had bangs with fringes that framed his face that expressed his usual annoyance. His face that had black slits above and below both of his dark pink eyes. His lips were thin but when he smiled, his grin was sharp, with purple dots on both of his cheeks.

"How many times are we going to do this..?" I groaned as I laid my head back down, staring up at the ceiling.

"As many times it takes until it works." The man grumbled, I'm sure his judgmental gaze still stuck on me. We'd been in this routine for two years now. Every night, I'd go to sleep and when I'd wake up, he'd be right there, staring straight at me. At first, I was scared half to death since there was a strange man in my room and I quickly called the cops.

       However, the moment they entered my house, he vanished. After several calls, the police department finally gave me a warning for so many prank calls. I couldn't blame them. If I were in their shoes, I'd think I was a stupid teen too. Eventually, this man told me his name and why he was here and after that, I slowly got used to this new routine of ours, knowing that my life apparently wasn't in any danger.

"Candypop, I don't think you're ever going to get what you want."