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You notice Jasmine suddenly go deathly still. You shake her, but it's as if she was dead. You bite your lower lip, but realize that she's still breathing, merely reenacting her dream through movements and actions.
Noticing this, you lean against her, falling asleep...
You find yourself wandering through a dense forest. There's a house nearby, and there's...well, nothing else-Oh? There was a glint of glass near the house.
You change directions and begin walking towards the object. As you proceed towards it, it looks like a casket...Who died? When you reach the object, you stop cold in your tracks. No... This can't be happening. Aren't dreams supposed to be good?
You take one more step, but you don't get any farther when a loud voice interrupts.
"Motherfucker!" The voice called from behind you, making you jump slightly and turn. "Step away, from, the casket. NOW." You hesitate before following the order form the younger boy you know.
It seems to make him relax, so you don't move again as he speaks. "Do you honestly believe that you could just kiss the girl and run away into the FUCKING sunset? Huh, do you?!" The male's voice made you cringe slightly. Wow, talk about anger management issues. "Well, tough luck, SHIT BREAK."
Just then, another person you slightly recognize runs in, next to the younger. "Karkat, care to elaborate why you suddenly dashed out of the house without further-" The taller notices you with a small smile that said, 'Oh, didn't notice you there' which was a smile you knew well. "Ah, Prince of the West. One moment." He bows and then returns to Karkat.
"Karkat-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, KANKRI!"
The older raven did stop talking for a fraction of a moment, but started again. "You are triggering this young man." Uh oh. Let's hope he doesn't start ranting again. Last time...ugh. No, just no.
"Does it LOOK like I give a flying, furry, sack of FUCK about triggering him?" Karkat growled as he raised the scythe weapon in his direction. "This little SHIT HEAD thinks he can just KISS THE GIRL and ride into the sunset like in the movies!"
You chuckle. "Hey, I didn't say that."
"SHUT UP!" He screams, making you cringe. Kankri lays a hand on Karkat's shoulder, and his step falters.
"Stop being so protective, KK." The taller, older brother says, making the younger growl. Wrong words, Kankri, wrong words for once.
"Well, if not me, then who DAMMIT! It's my fault we let her go during that time, GOD FUCKING DAMMIT WHY HER!" Karkat threw his weapon, hitting a tree behind you. He then fell to his knees, crying. "Why her... Why her Kankri..."
"It wasn't her fault. That evil creature that they call Spider Woman Serket poisoned her, so if someone doesn't save her soon, she will stay asleep." Kankri said to his little brother, who was trying not to cry anymore as he clenched his fists tightly.
"Asleep?" You ask, scared but scared for Jasmine. "What happened?"
Karkat bit his lip before slowly saying, "She bit into a poison apple." Haven't you heard and seen this somewhere?
Your eyes widened. "Wha...t? When?"
"Prince, it was a few days ago." Kankri said, at full height, but his lower lip trembled at the sight of the casket behind you. "The Princess was wandering alone outside when everybody was supposed to be inside, and Serket found her."
Hmm... You know this from somewhere, but you keep talking as if you don't. "Karkat, could I try." The meant to be question wasn't one. It was a command. Karkat looked up and blinked, one last tear trailing down his cheek.
"S-Sure, but i-it probably won't work..." Karkat hiccuped struggling to stand straight, doing what he intended with a stagger. "Kankri."
The brother nodded and lifted the top off of the casket. Jasmine was still the same as before, you noticed not realizing that you saw her before in a dream like this. You took a short breath before kneeling down.
You don't know what's going on, but you see yourself from another's eyes. You see a bunch of people crossing a street, and you feel your body moving across suddenly. But, it's not your own. You hear screaming from behind, and your foreign body turns.
You see yourself on the side of the street on which you were just standing on, and your hand is outstretched in a frantic fashion. You're screaming a single sentence over and over. "Move, Dave!"You were in Dave's perspective...
You turn your head, and a bright white flash comes. You close your eyes suddenly, and you're back in your dream that you were in before you bit into that apple. You see Dave, hovering over you once again. Why is he in your dream?
You slowly sit up, and put a palm to your forehead. "Ugh, I feel terrible. What happened?" Just then Dave hugged you. You jump slightly before scoffing. "Well, hello to you too."
"Never do that again." He whispers and ever so suddenly, you awaken.
Then, Dave jerks awake after you, smiling. "Well, that was interesting..."
"Tell me bout it." You say, curling up to him because you're really, really cold, for no absolute reason. "You're warm, Dave."
"Yea, I know. And, you're cold." Dave jokes, making you chuckle. "And, my dream was really weird, you know..."
You nod slowly, contemplating. "Yea, you were in my dream... And, it seemed a lot like that princess movie, what was the title?" You ask, confused.
"It looked like an abridged Snow White or some shit. Man, Karkat was fucking pissed. He threw a scythe at me, god talk about anger management issues..."
You chuckle lightly, feeling an overwhelming feeling of protection towards the teen. After that mini-dream, you don't want him to leave your side anymore. Though, you were there when it happened, so maybe you could prevent it. You close your eyes again, seeing the scenery.
Rain. Thunder. Cars. Water.
You don't realize you're hurting Dave until you hear him say, "Hey, Jasmine-ow-let go."
Music. Headphones. Escape. Save.
You feel yourself shake as the scenery goes on. "Hey-ow- shit, let go already, Jasmine!" He's raising his voice, but you can't open your eyes. You're being forced to view this.
Calm. Peaceful. Screaming. Pain.
You swallow harshly as your grip loosens entirely, as if living the incident playing in your mind. The grip seemed to represent fear and life, while if you lost the grip, it meant death. You had a very, very, very loose grip on his shirt, but a grip.
Lights. Broken. Tears. Blood.
You try and hold a grip on his red shirt, but you just keep losing it more each time you try. Like Dave in this...vision, each time he tries to hold on, he's just losing it more. He can't hold on much more, like you can't hold onto Dave's shirt right now very well. For the first time in your life, you feel like you're dying. You feel like you're drowning in blood colored rain. You feel dead.
Red. Blue. Sirens. Police. More tears. More blood. Can't hold on.
You feel your heart beat slow to a crawl, as if you ARE dying along with the Dave inside your mind's dream-nightmare. You try to swallow, but you taste blood instead.
Help. I can't breathe. Someone help. I'm dying.
You hear Dave's voice inside your head, like you are living as him at the moment. You feel your grip tighten to a maximum, and Dave cringes. "Jasmine!" You hear him, but you can't react. "Wake up!"
Almost there. Can I make it? I have to. I just have to. I can't leave her like that. A little...more.
You hear him think, and then, your eyes snap open and you jump apart from Dave. His look is full of confusion, pain, and wonder. You hold your head and furiously shake it.
"I'm going crazy..." You see Dave about to touch you, but you don't shrug it off. however, you're more afraid of the more probable visions that await. You slide back more, telling him, "No, please don't. I-You-I-No. I can't-" You grip your shirt, where your heart would be, in search of air, despite the fact that it's everywhere.
Everything's topsy turvy. Everything's coming down on you, and right before you scream, you notice something.
It's raining.
*deep breath* ahfsdhkjkagfsg FML
