Hi there again, friends! This next story is not a one-shot, and therefore won't be completely uploaded in one day. However, it is rather short, so it'll be done in little to no time at all. I hope you enjoy it! ALSO please note that the characters here might be a little OOC, but at the same time their roles are somewhat fitting…*smiles creepily*
Once upon a time, there existed a little dream.
It was really small and insignificant; such a tiny dream it was.
Though no-one had dreamed it in countless ages, it did have a name. The name its master had thought up for it had long been lost, so the dream thought up a new name for itself. Thus it was dubbed the Bedtime, after the time it had been created.
The dream was distraught. Worry and fear stirred within its heart, its existence. Had this dream a hand and head, its head would have been clutched in that hand. Had this dream a lungs to breathe with, it would breathe sharply as the smoke of anxiety filled its lungs. Unfortunately, this dream had nothing. No head, no hands, no lungs, no breath.
And yet it suffocated.
The dream choked and gasped; cold dread gripped it like a frozen vice as it grew closer and closer to its horrid fate.
"No," it gasped. "No, I can't...I don't want to disappear. I don't want to go away...I can't. I can't. I don't want to leave this world…" Had this dream eyes and tears, it would have wept. "Why won't it stop? What can I do? How can I make people dream of me?"
The dream shivered within its bodiless being. How could it stop its fate? How could it avoid the horrid, inevitable future, the cruel destiny worming its way into this short? short existence? The dream thought and thought. It thought for a very long time.
Then it smiled.
It smiled a twisted, broken grin. Anticipation sent shivers through it as slowly, a body formed around it. The dream moved its arms...its legs...its paws.
"If I can't stay here in this world…"
It felt the darkness around it. The dream gripped it, hugged it, embraced it.
"Perhaps I can…"
Its new mouth parted slightly. The darkness flowed within it.
"Create…"
Eyes appeared. They were of two different colours, the left a striking green, the right a crimson red. The dream smiled, its mouth glowing in the darkness.
"...my own."
