Lack of Sleep

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How long had it been? Gah, who knows how many days, a lot. Three days, Bentley hadn't slept in THREE days, not a wink. Why sleep when he had this HUUUGE break in to plan, and was hacking and worming his way around security systems. "Hah! I'm unbeatable!" the turtle yelled at the screen as he cracked into the building's layout and started downloading. Sly walked over to him and poked his head over Bentley's shoulder.

"Great, for a while there I though you were losing your touch." The raccoon teased with a grin.

Sleep deprived, Bentley thought Sly was serious "What?! Don't be ridiculous Sly, there is no system, computer, or piece of hardware that I can't hack into." The turtle boasted, adjusting his large, nerdy glasses. The thief rolled his eyes while inwardly laughing at him; Bentley always took things way too seriously for his own good. He closed his eyes with a sigh, but opened them again at the sound of ticking and clicking to see his nerd of a friend working on a way into the building.

"Wah? Bentley! Get some rest, you've been up for days, you can work on it later!" Sly scolded, leaning on his cane casually. The cane belonged to his father, the only other thing besides his name and the Thevious Raccoonus that he had left of his father; he'd be damned if he went anywhere without it.

"No way Sly, I'm almost done anyway, I'm on a roll! HIC!" the turtle's glasses jumped slightly, now slightly skewed. He adjusted them and rubbed his eyes "I need some water." He mumbled, hopping off the chair and walking to the cooler they had to get a bottle. As he opened it and some mist came out, it formed into what looked like Clockwerk. "GYAAAAHHH!" the little turtle yelled, dropping the coolers lid and falling on his butt.

"What's wrong Bentley?" Sly asked, turning around and helping his friend up in time to see Murray come in.

"I! I-I-I thought I saw Clockwerk there for a moment." He gasped, on the verge of hyperventilating. Murray looked at the cooler, then to Bentley.

"I don't see him." The hippo commented, putting his knuckles on his hips. Sly sighed and tapped his cane on the ground.

"Bentley, you've been working too hard and too long, get some sleep." The raccoon half ordered, half suggested.

"No no no, I'm fine." He insisted, adjusting his glasses, "I have to finish the information on the building's schematics so we can start as soon as we can." Bentley stated firmly, nodding to try and perk himself up.

"If you don't get any sleep, how are you going to help me? You'll be too tired, now get some rest already!" Sly said, not to be deterred.

"Sly's right Bentley, like I can't drive if I'm asleep." Murray acknowledged.

Though it was two to one, Bentley didn't give in. "I'm fine, it's not that much longer any who." He insisted yet again, walking back to his chair and hopping into it. He had forgotten about the drink, and the fright the cooler gave him had scared his hiccups out any whom. He had begun typing again, looking at the computer screen and ignoring Sly's exasperated sigh. His eyes started to unfocus, and the text on the page began to look like a design, a design that turned into a snake "Huh?" Bentley blinked, watching as the snake seemed to slither toward him out of the computer screen in slow motion and start to open its jaws, the whole thing semi transparent. "WAH!" he yelled, putting his hands up and scooting as far back as possible in his chair.

"What is it now?" asked Sly, walking over and leaning on his friend's chair, looking at the computer screen.

"I thought I saw a snake, it looked like it was going to eat me." He gulped in reply, slowing his breathing yet again.

"That's it. Bentley, you are going to bed, and that's that." The raccoon stated, putting his hands on his hips.

"I do NOT need to go to bed, I feel fine!" the turtle argued, though it was true. "I…" he yawned "Just need to rest my eyes for a bit…" he mumbled, slumping back against the chair and closing his eyes. Sly sighed at his friend's stubbornness, then perked his ears up as he heard snoring. Looking down, the source was in-fact Bentley, whom had fallen asleep almost immediately. He laughed.

"Hey Murray, can you go get a blanket?" the raccoon asked, looking to his friend who nodded goofily.

"Sure thing Sly." And turned to Bentley's make shift bed, taking the blanket off of it and handing it to his stealthy friend.

"Thanks." He acknowledged, putting it around Bentley and standing back to check it was covering him enough. It was, so Sly turned and began walking toward his bed, shaking his head and laughing quietly. While Murray was still looking at Bentley, then shrugged and walked back to his own bed where he had been sleeping until Bentley yelled and woke him up. They would get to poke fun, or Sly would be able to, at Bentley tomorrow, but for now they had to rest.

End

Heh. Okay, now when I wrote this, it was a re-write of a poem I did while I was ACTUALLY hallucinating from not sleeping in two days. It was really very weird, I was hearing music in the back round for a little while, and then I started seeing things, like the snake coming out of my computer screen, and the text on the screen turning into pretty patterns. And when I went for to re fill my glass of water, I kept seeing odd things out of the corner of my eye, like little movements. It was weird, and I finally went to bed when my buddy icon and other icons on the computer screen started to slow motion dance in place.