Pain.
He tries to scream, but he has already screamed too much and lost his voice.
He feels like his skin is burning. The roitelet tries to get away from the hurtful sensation, but that only makes his torturers laugh.
He can't see what is approaching from the right until he feels something piercing his skin. He doesn't understand what is it, and it doesn't really matter. Whatever these are, claws or teeth, it just hurts. He feels the streams of his warm blood going down his shoulder and arm and tries to get away from the second bite, but to no avail.
Someone punches him hardly, enough to close his only eye that immideately starts swelling.
He struggles again, but can't get out of the tight grip of his captors. They laugh and keep punching his tiny thin body, almost breaking the fragile bones.
The roitelet wails, squirming and struggling, not understanding how many of them are there and who are they.
Somebody lets him go and he falls on the cold stone floor, curling up, trying to protect his head and belly.
It doesn't really help.
The roitelet screams in pain, but the scream comes out muffled, like something fills his mouth...
He twitches a few times and wakes up.

Everything is silent, so most likely he was woken up by his own screaming. The roitelet spits out the pillow and sits up.
He still feels as if he has been just beaten. The first thing that he does was checking his right shoulder. Maybe it is intact.
Maybe he just can't see the blood in the darkness and on a dark felt of his kigurumi.
He slowly stands up, but soon falls back because his shaking legs can't support him.
Maria still sleeps, she just turned to the wall as the scream bothered her. One of her symbionts opened his glowing green eye to take a look at the kinglet and it looked like someone was playing with a lazer pointer in the darkness of the cinema.
The roitelet looks at his shaking hands. Was it a dream? Was it just fantasy? Or a different reality?
He wanted to lie back at his pillow, but quickly realised that it was a bad idea...Not only was it wet from his saliva, but he managed to chew it through, so when the kinglet laid his head on it, the pillow exploded in soft white feathers.
Fuck them, he'll clean up in the morning.

The tiles were surprisingly cold. He already regretted not putting slippers on, but it was too late to come back for them.
Besides that, he had to sneak by sleeping Griffin, who definitely wouldn't be happy if he'd be woken up like that.
He already hates the roitelet, there's no need to give him more reasons for the hate...oh wait, what's this? Why the lights are on?
There's someone in the kitchen?
At 3 AM?
What?
The roitelet froze. He was standing like that until he felt his feet burning with cold.
It's too late to go back anyway... Just a few steps... They are family... There's nothing threatening. Absolutely nothing.

Turned out, the kitchen was empty. Maybe someone forgot to turn the lights off...
You're getting too jumpy, Rizel.
He sighed, looking at the kettle boiling. How adorable, they bought a rainbow LED kettle.
Pink.
Purple.
Blue.
Green.
Yellow.
Orange.
Red.
-DING!-
He filled his cup with boiling water. Added some sugar.
As the roitelet was thinking about what more could he add, he heard footsteps from behind. He turned sharply, almost spilling the tea.

- Got a nightmare? - Boris looked at him with a badly concealed curiosity. Even in his sleepwear, the boglodite looked rather threatening.
- Yeah...
The alien took another cup, threw a pocket of the cheapest tea they had in it and filled it with hot water.
-Tell me about it.
Roitelet gulped.
- I was tortured there.
- I know how you feel. I get these every day. Sometimes I feel like I deserve this...Especcially lately. - Boris sat in front of the roitelet, holding the hot cup with one hand. How does he even manage this, it's hot enough to melt a plastic bottle. Roitelet's eye focused on the binoculars again.
- Me too. There I know who's a friend and who's an enemy, at least.
- And here? - he chuckled.
- It's complicated.

Silence fell for a few minutes. They were just sitting in front of each other, watching each other curiously. Nightmares brought them both at the kitchen at such time, but they weren't the same. Finally the boglodite took a sip from his cup and began talking.
- You know, Maria worries about you a lot.
The roitelet just looked away. Yes, he knows. She cares. She cares just a little too much.
- Way too much. - boglodite's voice continued his thoughts. - She's literally obsessed.
Rizel nodded. Oh yes, she is. She totally freaking is.
He muttered something as an answer. The boglodite smirked. That was still something, afterall.
They talked a lot that night. About Maria and about how Griffin is jealous over that, claiming that she was more open before. About the Creatures, the portals, the dimension hopping. Time was stretching, their talk was flowing, creating new thoughts and themes and patterns.
The roitelet realised that he actually knew next to nothing about the ones he lived with. They all were just too closed to talk and accept each other. These guys had a very closed community, and it was hard for someone else to get in.
They all had their own separate stories, that were melting and twining together, creating a new big one.
He was a part of it too, now.
- ...and so that's why I had to drink that thing for...for quite a while, I must admit. Learning to control myself was hard as fuck, but I've done it. Now I may get these dreams still, but at least they don't bother me as much as they have done before. I kinda...learnt to accept them. I don't feel pain anymore. Maybe if you could try to do the same, it may help as well.
Rizel nodded sleepily. Yeah, maybe.
Boris looked at the clock on the oven, then at the roitelet that was only still sitting upright because he was interested in the conversation.
If he'd be a little more boring he'd have to carry the small thing to bed, probably.
- Okay, time to sleep. - the boglodite put both of their cups into the sink and left.
Silence fell again, only clocks were ticking on the wall above.
Rizel finally stood up again, wincing as his feet touched the cold kitchen tiles.
Yeah, it's high time he went to sleep. High time... Something caught his eye. Hm, a glowing bottle...
Blockirator, maybe, or whatever that shit was called.
He examined it more closely.
The bottle wasn't made of glass, or it was not an Earth glass. The liquid itself was rather viscous, with a lot of bubbles inside. As he was shaking it, the bubbles were moving up and down, like in a lava lamp. Mesmerising.
He fiddled with it a bit more, thinking.
"Maybe if you could try to do the same, it may help as well."
He definitely didn't mean "dude just drink that thing and go to sleep"
What if it is poisonous?
Well, poisonous for a roitelet.
He was not a boglodite, afterall.
Plus he is much smaller than one.
Boris would blame himself if Rizel would do it and something bad would happen to him.
*gulp*
Damn, that tastes good.
*gulp*
He should definitely stop like, right now.
*gulp*
Just one more, or they will notice.
*gulp*
Uhhhh. He feels so much better for some reason. Whatever is going to happen, he's going to be free of that nightmare.
Whatever happens to these other Rizels in other dimensions, he's not going to risk getting depressed over it. Rizel yawned.
He's feeling so free, like he has never seen before, not even that time back to the Val...
Floor?!

- Wake up, sleepyhead! - somebody shook his shoulder.
- WHA? - the roitelet bolted up, not quite understanding what's going on. His last memory was how he talked to Boris on the kitchen at night.
He knew after that he had done something very wrong, but it made him feel so much better that he wouldn't mind doing it again.
But here he was, in his bed again, a fixed pillow, nothing serious, nothing bad...
- Yazz found you today at the kitchen floor. He was surprised you didn't catch a cold. - Maria chuckled. - Maybe it's the fact that your kigu is as thick as my fur... Or the fact that it is actually done out of my fur. - the perunium laughed. - Just kidding.- she whispered - It's Chub's, though.
The roitelet blinked a few times, looking around in confusement. Maria fell down his bed laughing. If he didn't know that's a laugh he'd be concerned for her physical and mental health...

- Wanna go for a quick dimension hop before uni? - she opened a portal to yet another cape Canaveral.
The roitelet just finished putting his trench on and yawned.
- Uh-huhhh...- he grumpily followed her to the portal, but when she passed by with no problem, he felt as if he walked into a glass door.
The barrier was responding with rather low, but strong vibrations every time he tried to pass. He could almost see the waves going from his hands as he tried to at least push it a little bit.
- Um, you know, I think I would much rather stay at home today... - he stepped back from the portal. Maria didn't seem to notice his struggle, so she just shrugged it off with "M, kay", as she bounced to the new adventures.
The roitelet flopped heavily on his bed.
The pillow exploded for the second time, filling the room with soft white feathers. He watched them pass through the barrier with so much envy in his look that he was surprised they didn't burn.
- Holy mother Iguana, why am I such a loser.