Written from this prompt: 'Last night I had a nightmare about my eyebrows. MLIA'
He was running; it was all he could think of doing, in this situation. He had not a single clue on where he was going, and frankly, he didn't care. All he cared about was getting away from... them.
The great, giant, hairy, eyebrows.
Who knew why they had quadrupled in size and decided to chase him, but he didn't really fancy being engulfed by his own eyebrows.
However, not looking where he was going, he managed to trip over something - if there was a something to fall over in this black void - and watched helplessly as those huge beasts came towards him, and he didn't think he dreaded any moment quite as much as that, and all the things he still had to do, to tell people-!
Steve sat bolt upright in his bed, sweat dripping down his face. Suddenly, he realised what his nightmare had been about.
"ARTHUR, YOU'RE A FUCKING BASTARD!" Xavier ran in, still half asleep, to ask, but Steve was already punching numbers into his telephone, not caring about the time difference. He didn't bloody care if it was 2 in the morning, Arthur was going to pay for this. In fact, he hoped it was 2 in the morning, as pay back for having a nightmare about the very eyebrows Arthur had given him.
Xavier edged out the room as an evil grin settled on Steve's face. No one could help when he was like this. When Steve had that face, shit was definitely going to hit the fan.
Fun, from a distance. He preferred to stay out of it.