Your dreams have never been this horrible, this blood-ridden, this vivid. All you can see are dead bodies and all you can hear is soul-wrenching screams. You don't see anyone alive, all around you there are only corpses and blood pooling around them and your feet.
Looking around, all you can see are corpses, blood, and some dead looking trees. As you continue to walk, you still don't see any life besides yourself there. You've never had a dream like this, especially one like this. You continue to walk, but the screaming only gets louder with each crunchy step you make.
The screaming only gets louder until you're finally in front of a corpse of a familiar body. As soon as you turn it over, you realize it's Eridan, and after your dream-self screams with the corpse screaming back at you, mouth agape and pouring blood, you bolt awake.
You're sweating and panting when you jump awake. You barely even recognized the scream as your own and thought it may have been Feferi before you remembered your nightmare. You sighed as you ran a hand through your short, choppy hair, wondering why the hell you had a dream like that.
You put your feet on the floor as you take a few deep breaths. You need to relax because that really dug deep into your head. That dream was a horrifying nightmare to you, and you wanted to know why the fuck you had that dream in the first place.
Looking around the room, you can't seem to find where the hell you left that book of yours. Well, not yours, but Meenah's, that witch you used to know.
First off, though, you need coffee. You don't normally drink the stuff but seriously, after that nightmare you're not all for going back to sleep anytime soon.
Grabbing a shirt that you had packed up, along with your converse and jeans, you quickly change and throw your pajamas on the floor by your bags. Note to self, you need to buy a hamper or something so that you can wash them and keep them separated. Another note to self, buy a washer and dryer.
You make your way slowly to the bathroom, this time remembering that yes, you wouldn't show up in the mirror. It really was hard to remember, even after not having a reflection for decades.
Your eyes spot your toothbrush first, so you squirt the toothpaste on it and start brushing your teeth. As you do this, you can't really help but to wonder what that damn dream meant, or why you had it in the first place. You've never had one like that before, so it made you nervous.
As you spit in the sink, a thought occurred to you, and you sighed. You couldn't do that, could you? It was a bit stupid, honestly, that you would even consider thinking about doing that, but, besides looking through that huge dream book again, you didn't know what else to do.
Rubbing your eyes, you decided that you would shower when you got home.
You've finally gotten your coffee and you're finally feeling energy slither slowly back into your body. That sluggish feeling is still there, but not as strong anymore.
Right now, you're currently standing outside of a building, one you had to search up to find since you obviously didn't know your way around London since it has changed so much. It was the building of a psychic, and you can't believe yourself for even considering going here.
But, psychics (at least the real ones) knew all about 'mythical' creatures like vampires, werewolves, and mermaids. They should be able to help you out, if they're real, that is. You really hope they are because there's another girl, but she's a few towns over and you don't have a car and biking there would take a bit... once you buy a bike.
Walking into the place, there's a jingle of a bell over the door and you see a woman at the front desk. "Hello? What would you like Mistress Mindfang to do for you today?" Mindfang... with a name like that you half expect her to actually be the real thing.
"Jutht a reading or whatever they're called. Where ith she?" Honestly you have never been to one of these places before, so you're not sure where this 'Mistress Mindfang' woman would be.
The woman at the front desk nodded. "Sure thing, you need to pay afterwards, though, remember that!" She said as she directed you to a doorway with, instead of a door, beads hanging from the top. You nodded, said you understood, and walked inside.
It was pleasant in here, meaning it was dark, but light enough for a human to navigate through. There was an young woman sitting on a pillow with a low table in front of her, and another pillow across from it. There was a crystal ball on the top, and you groaned softly. You thought that was a bit stereotypical, but whatever.
"Mith Mindfang?" She looked up at you when you said her name, and she nodded, gesturing to the table, and probably the pillow, in front of her.
"Come and sit down, sir." She said, and her voice was smooth and it sounded like if you heard it enough, it would slowly bring you to your death. It was beautiful, but sounded like if it was possible, it would be poisonous. "What can I do for you, today?"
You sat down on the pillow, finding it more comfortable than it actually looked. "I need thome help on my dreamth, it'th thort of weird and I really didn't know who elthe I could go to." Great, you sound desperate, but then again you sort of were desperate for answers.
Miss Mindfang leaned forward slightly. "What sort of dream was it?" She questioned, and you sighed. How were you going to explain this to her? She might not even be a real psychic, so you're not sure what you want to say to her.
"Well... uh..." Seriously how do you even say this? "I kinda have a crush on thomeone who wantth to kill me, and latht night I had a dream that I wath in thome thort of detherted battle ground with all thethe corptheth, and I could hear shrieking, and when I walked further and further I found the guy'th corpthe and I turned it over and it wath the one thcreaming and the eyeth snapped open... I don't know what it meanth it really freaked me out." You explained to her, hoping that she would help.
She seemed stunned at your little explanation before thinking to herself (you hope she is and not just staring at you for nothing). "Listen, that's... one hell of a dream, uh,"
"Thollukth."
"Sollux... I've never heard of something like that before." She said, looking you over again before eyeing your mouth before sighing. She blinked at you. "When was the last time you ate?"
That was an odd question. "Latht night." You said to her.
She didn't seem to believe you and eyed you strangely again. "Not food, you know what I mean." Oh... she was real. That sent a shock into your system.
"Ate-ate? A few dayth ago." You told her, and she nodded. "How'd you-?"
She chuckled. "Everyone has marks who aren't human. You have the bite marks on your neck and the fangs, mermaids have scars where their gills were, and werewolves have slightly pointed ears. It's rather easy to see on others." You blinked back at her, impressed.
"The latht time I ate wath from my crush back in America." You added, watching her eyes widen in shock. You assume she pieced the pieces together about Eridan being a hunter and you being on the run from him.
"Oh boy..." She said, sighing as she ran a hand through her hair. "Listen Sollux, I think you're not really trying to get away from this man of yours-"
You narrowed your eyes, your lip curling up out of habit. "But he wantth me dead, why would I thtay around him!?"
Mistress Mindfang glared at you. "Wait, let me finish." You grumbled but nodded reluctantly. "You like this boy, and since you fed from him last, you technically have him in your system, making it harder for you to stop thinking about him. You obviously want him to like you back, but since I assume he wants to kill you, it won't really work." You nodded with a small frown on your face. "My advice, get more 'food' into your system and you should be fine in a few days."
Was it really that simple? Just feed from someone else? That's it? You sighed. Well, she was the real thing, so you suppose you can trust her word.
"Thankth, how much do I owe you?" You asked, already digging out your wallet to pay her. She helped a little, and you would have to try what she said.
"Just ten." Well that was better than twenty. You give her the cash you needed to pay for the visit here, and as soon as you can you get out of the dark room, out of the shop, and back into the dreadful sunlight.
