Spirit Animals One-Shots

Alone

a·lone
/əˈlōn/
adjective
adjective: alone
1. having no one else present

  Dawson knew he was dreaming. It always looked like this. His vision was fuzzy, his movements more fluid. But this dream was unsettling.

  "Hello?" He called out softly. The dense fog seemed to swallow his voice. There was nothing around but a lake. Lily pads floated on its surface, and tall grass swayed gently around it. It was strange, however. There were no creatures to inhabit it.

  Dawson swallowed, looking around. He seemed to be the only one out here... unless? A figure was not far from him. He brightened, beginning to walk over to it. Just as he was going to start speaking, he paused. Then sulked. It wasn't a human after all. Just an old scarecrow.

  The young boy shrugged it off, turning around. It was eerily quiet. He craved the comfort of Devin's cackles that he tried so desperately to hide, or Daphne's humming. None of those could be found here.

  "Is anyone out there?" Dawson tried again. There was no answer.. but there was rustling in the bushes nearby. His head snapped towards them, eyes narrowed. Slowly, two curious eyes peeked  out over the bush.

  Dawson smiled. A deer. "Hello," he said gently. The deer blinked at him. He looked around one last time before slowly making his way towards it. He'd gotten fairly close until-

  He yelped, stumbling backwards as the deer made a sudden movement and ran off. He shook his head, running after it with all the speed he could muster.

  When he emerged into the clearing, hoping to see the white tail of the deer bobbing up and down, he was only met with disappointment. It was gone.

  Dawson was all alone again. He closed his eyes, sighing.

  His eyes opened. He was not met by fog, or trees, or even a deer. But instead, by his own bedroom, and a concerned looking older brother.

  "Were you dreaming?" Devin asked.

  "Yeah," Dawson replied, nodding. He paused. "I don't like being alone."

  "What?"

  "It's scary."

  Devin stared at him for a moment, before finally opening his mouth again. "Yeah," he agreed, "it is."

  i know i update too late shh 😀 anyway i find these types of oneshots really fun to do, i just think of a word and write something about it. so expect more.