(AN) Wrote this out in the middle of the night whilst suffering from sleep-insomnia. I think it made me feel better...Not.
"Ness...Why, Ness?"
The psychic recoiled in alarm and stumbled backwards to nearly lose his footing in the asperous darkness, his breathing coming in rapid, shallow pants.
The chill of the uninviting void was only subtly inducing the tremors that seized his limbs; the temperature wasn't the problem at all.
It was the sickening certainty of who those deafening words belonged to.
"Is it you?"
His skin was assaulted by a brutal gust of crisp air, and his cap would've flown off of his head if he hadn't slammed his hands down onto it in time.
"You hurt me, Ness. Why did you continue to torment me, to impair me, while I pleaded for mercy?"
The psychic felt his chest heaving as he gasped for air, utter dismay engulfing his lungs. "N-no, I-"
"I thought we were friends, Ness. Agh! Why are you hurting me? Ness? Ness? Ness?"
The disembodied demands grew louder and more frequent until the sound was a deafening booming that couldn't be eased by shielding his ears.
"Stop!" Despite that his eyes stung, there were no tears to escape. "It wasn't my fault!"
"Ness, Ness, Ness, Ness, Ness, Ness, Ness, Ness, Ness, Ness."
Blinding flashes of scarlet cut through the blackness with an eerie cacophony, granting a deep sensation of doom inside of his chest, and every single memory, every detail of what Giygas had been was replaying right before his eyes.
"No! You're dead! Leave me alone!"
"Ness...Ness, you're dreaming! Ness!"
When his eyelids fluttered open, he quickly recognized the cold inhale of air conditioning, and the dim lighting was faintly bluer than before.
The last thing he noticed were the consoling hands gripping his shoulders, gently dragging him back into the state of reality.
"Ness, you were having a nightmare...Tracy heard you screaming and thought that someone had broken in..."
Strained nonchalance filtered his mother's tone, but he was well aware that she was as chilled to the bone as she had been for all of the weeks that this had been going on, yet attempting to remain placid, for his sake.
"I-I'm okay...I was just-nothing. You can go back to sleep, Mom. I'm sorry for waking you."
"No, no, don't you say sorry...It's alright...As long as you're sure you're okay?"
"...I'm sure."
After brief hesitation, she gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze and stood up, whilst her soft footsteps gradually falling into silence indicated that she had left.
Releasing a previously repressed exhale, the psychic sank his weary head back into the soft pillow and cast a weary gaze toward the window, where the night sky presented itself in beautiful swirls of indigo against black.
Swirls that would resemble his insomnia-inducing nightmare if painted crimson.
Then there would be no escape.
Not even in reality.
The End.