QUICK DISCLAIMER: THIS CHAPTER IS TRASH AND I SHOULD FEEL LIKE TRASH.
Some innuendos, it's barely even a story, and it's literally Shintaro monologue-ing while talking to people. I don't know why I thought this was a good idea for five minutes, but after those five minutes I was too lazy to delete everything and kept going. Language might be a bit off-putting, if you don't like certain references and/or innuendos. Ah well, too late now.

To Dream a Dream of Dreaming Dreams in Dreams

I had to get rid of my bed because of the awful, tragic memories associated with it. No, the memories weren't Momo walking in on me doing anything. No, Kano, shut your mouth. This was serious business. Like, door-to-door cookie selling serious.

Anyhow, having the amazing memory I do, I couldn't bear to sleep in the same bed I used to dream about my waifu in. No Takane, don't finish my sentences for me. I don't care how long you watched me sleep, just go back to your candy mashing game. Oh right, I beat you in that too. And in every single other game in existence you've challenged me in.

Continuing on, I had to get rid of it because of my brain. Yes, I did just say that my brain was stopping me from doing something. Got a problem? Yes? Well, shut it. My memory, being perfect, yes I did just describe an aspect of myself as perfect, but only in the sense that I could not forget anything, regardless of whether or not I consider that ability perfect, could not forget anything, like I just said. This meant that, no Takane, it didn't mean I could remember everything I've gotten off on and been able to do it again, get your mind out of my pants. Though I could… I should stop listening to you now.

Still, because of how I could never forget anything, whenever I sat on my bed, I recalled the many times that I did NOT masturbate Takane, see what you did; now Seto's covering Marry's ears. That's physically and mentally demanding on both ends. Again, whenever I sat on my bed I remembered- Kano, do you know how hard it is to finish the explanation you made me explain when you keep interrupting?

As I was saying, at night I would always- shut your trap, really, it's getting tiring reminding you. What, now you're hungry? This wouldn't have taken so long if you didn't keep interrupting. Guess what? I just locked the door remotely and- dammit Takane, why did you unlock it? I don't even know why you all made me sit here and tell my- are you listening or not? I guess I should just give up, see Kido is giving me a great example to follow: to stop caring. I'm out.

I can't go? I can't go in my own home? Well, I'm sorry if by some remote miracle, I don't answer to your every whim and wish. I'm sorry if I don't amuse you, or if I cannot follow your twisted thinking. But hey, get me some soda would you? Momo took away my stash yesterday, saying it was 'unhealthy' or something.

Dammit Enomoto, don't get sassy with me. Even if Momo pays for the apartment, she does it under my name as to not arouse suspicion. Got it? I contribute my whole name towards keeping this place afloat. That's a pretty big contribution, don't you think? No? Well screw off. Get me some soda while you're at it though, since I'm apparently not allowed to leave this room.

Thank you Seto, at least someone here cares about respecting the legal owner of the house. No, I don't think Marry needs to leave, assuming Takane and Kano over there keep things PG-13. I mean, are their hormones so worked up just by being here that they need to vent their inner passions on me? I know I'm a pretty impressionable person but- okay, I'll stop talking about that.

Look, just don't interrupt me- very funny, I'm sure we're all laughing. For your sanity and mine, let's not make this take longer than it needs to. I'm sure you all have places you want to be and that none of you want to hear me talk for longer than necessary. So if you could just listen, that'd be great.

Like I started to say a good what, five minutes ago, because of the snakes, my memory is nigh unstoppable. I can remember anything and everything, but because of that, there are a million ways to trigger a memory, or to bring one up. A particularly nasty one that was associated with my bed- no Takane, there are children older than us in this room, stop.

Anyhow, apparently, in the other timelines that I'm sure you all were unaware of, I committed suicide on that very bed, stabbing myself through the neck with a pair of scissors, a grand total of six thousand, eight hundred and twenty three times. See? Not so funny now, is it?

Since I have the ability to remember each and every single moment of every death, every suicide, it was rather… distracting to recall my dying moments of timelines long since gone by when I needed to sleep.

What? Can you sleep when recollections of bloody stab wounds come to mind whenever you pull up the covers? Do you see the bloodstained cloths, hear the sickening squelch of a dull scissor blade cutting through human flesh and tearing through weak muscle? No?

Well now you know why I got Momo to replace my bed. I've no idea what she did with it, but through the magic of her calling someone, it disappeared practically by the time school finished. Momo bought a new one, and voila, new bed that doesn't carry the memories of death and suicidal tendancies. We done here?

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What do you mean, you want to know about 'pale white stains'?

Get out.

Now.

PROMPT: If you had a choice, what would you dream about tonight?