A/N:This is just something random I wrote at 3am last night (yay insomnia!) so let's just pretend it makes sense. I'll try to write something better, promise.
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Dreaming Awake
He wakes up in a field of daisies, daisies with sharp petals pale as death. The air reeks of blood.
"Hello there boy."
He turns and there is the devil himself, waving at him with gnarled hands. Something like fear wraps Allen's chest in a cold grip that leaves him gasping for air.
"Remember me?"
The Earl's smile widens (Allen didn't think it was possible) and he makes a wide sweeping gesture with his arms towards the field. The wind hisses and sends up a shower of broken petals.
"Look boy, what a beautiful day to watch the world end."
Allen looks up and his stomach flips and his blood boils and he thinks he might throw up because the sky is so blue.
"And who do you think will be the first to fall, you or me?"
He blinks and suddenly he is drowning in a sea of blood, rotting corpses clawing at his arms and legs. He chokes on the sharp taste of metallic copper and when he looks up, he is back where he began.
"Are you afraid to die boy?"
The Earl is standing in a field of rusted daisies with a sky like chipped sapphires on an empty plate. Dark shadows creep at the edge of his vision like dead butterflies and birds and Allen panics. His heart is beating a mile a minute and the shadows are writhing, crawling, and it's a wonder he can still breathe.
"Now, what will you do?"
He runs.
And the devil's laughter follows him all the way back into the twisted hands of reality.
This isn't a dream.