This is the first fanfic I've ever uploaded, so I'm really nervous. Please read! Pretty please. Also, I'm not exactly sure what I'm soing, so forgive me if there's anything wrong with the spacing or labels. Also, I stole this basic idea from the fanfic 'The Dreamscape.' Read that, too!
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Chapter 1- Going Under
"Remember, son, you have to focus. If you don't focus, you could get stuck in your own sub-cranial hallucinations. Trapped in a loop, some might say. A coma."
"Got it, Walter," said Peter, stretching out his legs. The straps around his waist, chest, and wrists were tight, and the chair was small. That combined with the fear of what he was about to do was almost enough to make him claustrophobic.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" asked Olivia, a frown creasing her brow. "I could go under instead, or we could think of some completely alternate solution."
"We both know there's no other way," Peter said. Anyways, if there was any way to prevent her from going under, he would take it without second thought. The tank was bad enough. There was no way she was doing this, too.
"Just remember I'll be here the entire time," she said. He wanted to wipe the worry off her face.
"It's all ready," said Walter, clapping his hands in delight. Olivia moved reluctantly aside to let Astrid get to his arm. He balled his hand into a fist, the vein sticking out. Astrid jabbed in the needle. He didn't wince as she taped it in place.
"Don't worry, son. Though it will seem like longer, it will only be for an hour. Or two. Or three. Or twenty four. Depending on how long it takes you."
"Who's worried?" asked Peter. "And you still haven't told me what I'm supposed to be doing."
"I haven't, have I. Because I don't know. It's different for everyone. Asteroid, turn the IV drip up to 30 drips per minute."
"Nothing's happening," commented Peter a minute later.
"Soon, soon," murmured Walter. "You got food, correct, Olivia? Because we may be here for a while."
Olivia was answering, but suddenly, there was a ringing in Peter's ears. His head felt heavy and the world swam in and out of focus.
"It's starting," said Peter, or at least he thought he said it. Olivia's face appeared against the swirl of colors. A flash of fear drilled into his body. A strange noise was coming from somewhere. He realized he was moaning. Why? He thought fuzzily. It wasn't particularly painful. Olivia looked really worried. Another flash of fear jolted through his body, and this time, it didn't disappear. Something terrible was happening. He didn't want to be alone.
"Don't leave me," he tried to say to Olivia, but there was a flash of bright light and he was gone.
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Olivia had a bad feeling about this. She finally knew how the others felt every time she went into the tank, and it wasn't a good feeling. Peter didn't act worried, strapped into the chair, but his back was stiff and he kept clenching and unclenching his fists.
"You got food, correct, Olivia?" asked Walter. "Because we may be here for a while."
"Of course, Walter," she sighed. How could he think of food right now? "Chinese food, as ordered." Then Peter's entire body went slack. His head lolled back and she dropped closer to him.
"Peter? Are you alright?" she asked anxiously.
"Relax, girl. This is supposed to be happening," said Walter, opening a bucket of rice.
Peter started moaning low in his throat. His eyes rolled wildly.
"Peter?" she asked. His back arched, his limbs straining against their straps.
"It's starting," he monotoned, in a voice as far away from his own as possible. Then his eyes latched onto hers and for a second, his face tightened and it was Peter again.
"Don't leave me," he begged, his fingertips brushing hers in desperate attempt to grab her hand, hopelessness deep in his voice, then his eyes closed. He was gone.
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