Sleeping was not his favorite thing to do, mainly because he could do so much, It was just a waste of time alongside with other reasons he doesn't want to remember.
But, when it's time for sleep he noticed, many things change for that only, like how the time go still and nothing interesting happened for a while, his glitches calmed down, the anti-void go darker and the whiteness fade a little, his eyes sockets become heavier, the voices shushed each other and only whispers. It puts him on edge, as if everything was against him, plotting something to break him more than his already broken self.
And then there was his dreams and nightmares. He knew he had them but never remembered them, only the pain that left behind them was his only clue to them being there and it frustrated him so much.
Also most importantly, … he became vulnerable and powerless whenever he slept, anyone could inter his home and do whatever they want… and he can't do anything to stop them…
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Lowering his homemade net down, lying on it and closed his heavy eye sockets. Sleep did not come right after he closed them but he knew it will come eventually, so he waited and got himself comfortable staring at the 'ceiling' of his home from now and then. Soon darkness consumed his light.
He opened his eye sockets again to a void of black surrendering him everywhere. Looking right he saw his skelehands but they were white not black. The smell of chemical and coffee around him. Hope shining through his soul.
Looking again in front of himself and blinking he feel the smell of cigarettes hitting his face, the touch of leathery jacket, and the taste of something sweetly dark melting in his mouth with a hint of … mustard? someone was there but he can't see their face, like if it was blurred but he can see red, black and gold. They were reaching for him but he turned his face away from them with a single tear fall from his eyes.
The first thing he noticed when he Looked to his left, was pain, in his chest and right eye the most painful to them all but, he can take worse and survived. Then there was black feathers surrendering him make him feel safe, red scarf around his neck, the taste of something metallic in his mouth.
The owner of that feather show themself, holding his hand and dancing and spinning with him, then he felt something soft touched his forehead. He looked up at the one who kissed him smiling.
suddenly he let go of their hands, tears falling from his eye sockets as that person fades into the void around with a small white and red figure in his hands.
He wanted them back…
He cried and cried until it stained his face, his body changed and with it his memories gone.
Then he felt a pair of white and gray hands hugging him around his neck coming from his back.
Confused he turned to face that owner with tears stained face, and laughed.
They both danced, laughed and played. Everywhere he went the smell of paint welcome him. The colors of rainbows were everywhere he looked. Then… he, no, both of them let go of the other hans and soon it fade back to a void of black.
his tears didn't stop from falling, never did.
He closed his eye sockets and opened them fast when he felt two hands holding him by his shoulders, looking up, two blurred faces, one with gold eye lights on his right and the the other with purple with a hint of blue on his left, staring at his teary eye lights.
Both hands, one white and the other covered in some black Liquid, reached for both sides of his face and wiped his falling tears with their thumbs. The next thing he knew was the two faces kissing both sides of his bone cheeks and the yellow blush glowed their way out around his face.
Then both of them disappeared into the darkness. Suddenly the black of the void turned white in a blink of an eye.
The white feels like home but not the same. Far away there was a star shaped small pink creature with one eyeball staring right at his soul.
With a gasp he opened his eye sockets widely tears still falling, staring up at the mess of strings and souls.
He doesn't seems to remember what he did Dreamed of but the pain in his soul still made itself known to the owner.
"Yo, what's up glitchy B?! Sleeping fine I see" A Loud voice stated.
Setting up the blanket on him falling down along with a pink unicorn toy were in his hand and a pillow behind him. Still dazed and his vision a blur, he didn't question from where they came or how.
Warping the blanket around his body taking the toy and pillow in his hand he moved from his net to the pink beanbag. Around it was chocolate bars and chocolate milkshake along with other kinds of food he love.
Opening a windows show the world's outside, he watched.
Fresh didn't say anything else and moved by his side and sat with him watching.
He knew he can't say anything, he already tried and nothing worked to make his friend remember.
He had given up.
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I was inspired by talking along time ago with Laughing_Zombie and reading their stories!
And there will be a second part!
If i had time to write...
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