Chapter 3: The hell kind of dream is this
Keith yawned softly being glad that all he needed to do to make his drawings stop from appearing on the walls was putting a paper weight on the pile having tired himself out by repeatedly pulling them off the walls. He hummed soon laying down in bed soon falling asleep happily expecting to rest peacefully, but that wasn't planned for tonight. Opening his eyes Keith found himself in the woods a thick fog covering the ground and making it difficult to see.
"Well so much for a peaceful dream and the hell is with this fog" Keith says looking around annoyed out of his mind by the fog surrounding him clouding his vision. He has always been a lucid dreamer which he was very happy for humming softly he went to just change to a different dream or even play Solitaire like he randomly has for a dream. He was confused when he couldn't change the dream soon running when he felt a chill down his spine looking around.
"Why can't I change my dream?" He says out pouting a bit. He sighs looking around before seeing a paper and pulled it off the tree it resided on. Staring down at it Keith found that the paper was one of the Slenderman drawings he did. His mood sunk when he realized it's one of those dreams, but then pondered if this had to do with seeing glimpses of the faceless man outside the window of his study room. Just because this was a dream however it would not stop Keith from whining anyways though.
"Oh come on do I seriously have to do this off all things in my dream" He whined out like a child sighing. After debating with himself Keith started walking and looking for pages finding a couple more. Being at three pages he heard the ringing and looked around not seeing anything though.
"Weird" He mumbled to himself and kept walking finding another page. The ringing got louder when he pulled the page from the tree making him whine out.
"Augh Slenderman is supposed to appear and chase me once I get a certain amount of pages I'm not supposed to get a splitting headache that gets worse with each page I find!" He whined loudly the ringing being pretty loud and would only get worse since he still had to find four more pages. Once he found three more being at seven pages the ringing was becoming very unbearable for Keith.
"Ah my head hurts so much" He says frowning and saw the last page going to the tree quickly. His movement slowed upon getting close to the tree as the ringing got even louder. Keith was surprised he hadn't gone deaf yet falling to his knees a little ways away from the tree that had the last note. It was too much he just couldn't take it anymore as his vision blurred he could've sworn he saw Slenderman. Keith fell forward as he collapsed soon being unconscious having not been able to take the pain from the ringing any longer being right in front of the tree with the last page the other seven firmly in his grip. To think Keith was so close only having needed the strength to go a couple more steps to collect the last page that was a feat not many could make. Keith's body was observed being laid lightly on the grass firm grip showing no signs of releasing the previous seven pages hand drawn by him. The faceless man knew this teen has potential to be able to be so very close to achieving this task knowing the ringing was far worse only because of the fact Keith drew the pages he was collecting.