I have returned my puppets! Don't worry, Ruka's here~
I bring you, a Crycest fanfic! I've been dying to write something with Cry in it. The fact that this is dreams related makes me so happy.
My only problem is writing about real people, I feel as if I won't portray them correctly. That, or I'll get some facts incorrect...
This story not only has Cry in it, but probably some other LPer friends of his too.
I apologize to any of them if they're reading this... All my stories are pretty screwed up like this one. I have nothing against anyone, I love all you guys.
Right, so enjoy the new story, prepare for a night of tears, so on... Ah, and don't forget to review what you think!
Warning:
Yaoi and cursing. Also, some disturbing thoughts[?], I have no idea what to call it.
Disclaimer:
I don't own anyone. Wew, that's weird to say...
[Chapter 1 - My Inner Insanity]
Is it normal to not be yourself in dreams? Well, yourself, but more of an inner self... Actually, more like your inner insanity.
People never really discuss their dreams, so how am I supposed to know? Now that I use the word 'insanity' for it though, I don't think it would be considered normal.
I should have noticed something was off when I actually was myself in the dream. No distorted mask, no crimson eyes, no screwed up smile, it was actually me.
Who I had normally appeared as, stood across from me. This dream... it wasn't right. There was no setting, we were just in an empty plane.
"Hello." He walked closer to me, I felt as if I should step back, but I couldn't. Why is this 'insanity' here in the first place? "Insanity? Well, I guess that's close enough, but I'd prefer you'd call me 'Mad'."
"H-how...?"
"I'm part of you, as you said earlier, your 'inner insanity'."
"Then why am I normally you in my dreams? Why's it different this time?"
"You really ask a lot of questions, but I guess it can't be helped." He sighed and moved closer. "Certain people appear as their inner selves in dreams, those inner selves obviously normally don't look like them, they look different, they're different people. The person they appear as in reality is normally a mask, so obviously their inner self would look different." Leaning even closer towards me, he continued. "Back onto the dream subject, these types of dreams are normally 'activated' by something, something in the real world. Eventually, you're able to return to your normal self in dreams, except since your mind is conscious of the other person, they will always appear there."
What the fuck is with this dream? What is all that even supposed to mean?!
"On that note, I'll leave you for now. You look like you need time for this to sink in." Suddenly, his mask's smile grew wider and he began to fade away. Colors slowly appeared and warped into a forest scene.
"Great, where am I now?" As if timed perfectly, Pewds walked out from somewhere within the trees.
"There you are Cry, I thought I lost you!"
"Pewds, where are we?"
"You forgot already? We're supposed to be on our way to the mansion."
A mansion? In the middle of the woods? Doesn't he realize how suspicious that sounds?!
He grabbed my wrist, giving me no other choice but to follow him. That was when I noticed the faint noise that began to grow louder, footsteps.
"Friend, I really don't think this is a good idea..."
"Why not?"
"You should know anything in the middle of the woods is dangerous!"
They became louder, as if the person was right behind us. I turned around, to find no one there, but when I turned back, Pewds was gone.
"Pewds?"
"He's left you, humans can't be trusted. They'll all only betray you in the end..." A whisper echoed through the trees, but I still couldn't see anyone. It had sounded like Mad...
"I know Pewds, he wouldn't leave me like that. You did something."
"I did nothing." Mad's voice suddenly sounded from behind me. "You did it." A sharp pain erupted in my back. He had stabbed me, in the back.
Did he really have to make that saying literal?
"They'll all only leave you. Why? Why would you let them get close in the first place? He was leading you into darkness anyway, why would you even trust him? Why did you even follow him?" The pain was unbearable, I fell to the ground. "Why? Why? Why?" With each question, he stabbed me another time.
"If you t-think that way, then h-how do you expect me to trust y-you?" This must have caught him by surprise, because he stopped.
"I don't..." This was the first thing he said that had trailed off, everything else had either been a question or a statement. At this point, my mind is starting to get fuzzy from all the pain. My vision began to blur.
Opening my eyes, I didn't move, I only stared at the wall. That was only a dream, but it seemed too realistic.
Was what Mad said true? Well, I guess I'll see next time, if he shows up in my dream.
I have a bad feeling about next time I go to sleep after that though...