Sweet Dreams

by FOREVERtheEND

Dave's wold and dreams fall apart into red. A seemingly childish person haunts him everywhere. His best friend seems suspicious. Murders are appearing around him. What is going on? A Trickster fanfic. First fanfic, I suck at writing so chapters will be short also at a slow updates might just stop . Input on the story would be great.

You hear the scratches and clangs of metal against walls. Silence lingers the air for long moments. Suddenly ear-splitting screams fill the air as you run, tear fill your eyes. The sensation of fear tingles in your heart, but the cool trails of tears fall with an unknown ease, the eerie feeling of being trapped in your own body rushes through your body. You stop when you hear the childish cackles. The sounds sound like it's coming from behind you.

You wake up in shock, crying and covered in sweat.

Your name is Dave Strider, and you just had a terrifying, yet strange nightmare.

Dave wakes from his sleep in a panic.

"God dammit." he whispers under his breath, as he swipes the sweat beading off of his forehead.

He looks at the clock reading 5:00 am as he sighs in the feeling of relief that is rushing through him. Dave thinks on the creepy giggles he heard in his dreams. Something seemed familiar about it, it was on the tip of his tongue but he gave up on find out what or who it reminded him off. He was built to put up with this bullshit so early in the morning. Yet Dave couldn't help thinking of that, horrid screams that echoed through his head along with the sound of laughter.

The day starts normal for Dave. The usual chore of needing to clean up and push away the puppets on the floor left by his brother just to make it to the bathroom, bothered him. He has no idea why his brother is so obsessed with all of the stupid puppets, it's not like there going to help anything but make a mess in their apartment.

Finally Dave made it to the bathroom. The small room filled with was clutter. A puppet, towels and other normal stuff, besides the cabinet filled with containers of hair gel.

Getting dressed, brushing his teeth, combing his hair and washing his face. Dave began to stare into the mirror with a lazy daze, almost falling asleep. When suddenly a flash of red made him stubble and fall backwards. Red began to fill his vision and a heavy weight began to push him down. A sweet giggle echos through his head as he faints. A whisper came from behind him. "Sweet Dreams"