A oneshot based upon the YTP Deadman by Cat Blanket, as well as a theory I have for the plot of the YTP(that it is actually about Max's worsening mentality). If you haven't watched it then I highly recommend it. Please enjoy!
You sit patiently.
You Dolor have met several times before.
The dark abyss surrounding you forces your eyes to squint as you peer deeper and deeper.
Dolor stands in the corner of the room. Despite your inability to see, the wide, bright smile that Dolor had is as clear as day.
Dolor is pitch black.
You stare blankly.
You do not like Dolor.
You watch quietly as Dolor raises its arm into the air and above its head, twisting it about frantically as if all its joints and bones fail to exist.
Dolor widens it's grin and takes an abnormal step forwards – it's leg coils around itself before returning back to its original position. It stays as silent as ever, yet you can hear every word.
The erratic screeching.
You glare at Dolor in distress.
Dolor smiles back.
Dolor freezes.
Dolor turns its head to face you as it's neck cracks sharply.
Suddenly Dolor begins making its way closer to you, chanting loudly as it's movements become more spastic.
You feel tears prick in your eyes as you watch the large, clawed hand come down and rest upon your face and scratch down your skin, the blood pouring down and onto your clothes.
You scream at Dolor in both pain and anger, so very confused as to why it is doing this to you.
Dolor smiles back.
You become lightheaded as your eyes roll back, eventually masking your vision with white.
You wake up in your bed.
The blood is gone.
You sit up in bed.
You get up and exit your tent, walking to the Mess Hall.
You know that Dolor is following you – it was waiting outside your tent.
Dolor sits opposite you as you begin eating.
You avoid Dolor.
Dolor smiles back.
You regret becoming aware of Dolor's existence, because now it won't leave you.
Dolor knows this.
Dolor smiles back.
If you're curious, search up the definition of Dolor.