Again, it's the mask, this time in complete detail. It seems almost like a white cloth with red symbols painted on it and three black slits on each side for eyes. "Just leave me alone already! what do you want?" I scream. I've finally had it. I'm done with the paranoia, the sleepless nights, and the constant feeling like someone's watching me. Suddenly there's a strange breeze of cool air whistling through the apartment. Some papers are lifted by the current and drift onto the floor. Just as suddenly as the draft came, a deep voice whispers, "you" then the breeze stops, and I'm left sitting there scared and confused at what the hell just happened. This is a Sleep Token fanfiction for mature audiences only! All pictures are made with AI (Wonder app)

Blythe is a sleep therapist dealing with the loss of her father. After his passing she became a terrible insomniac. She tries to help her patients as best she can, while holding on to a normal life. But can she continue to hold onto reality after she begins to see shadows and masked figures everywhere she goes? Who are these beings and why does she keep seeing them?

Read n find out cba for blurbs Check out my other story for a cute love story. This is not that. There's gonna be mental health issues, some schizophrenia and personality disorder symptoms, probably BDSM, and Vessel is /Not a nice guy in this one/. Again, in the other fic, he's a top bloke, if you don't like meanies