Gunner sighed to himself, stating nervously at the clock. The Icelander didn't usually have this much trouble getting to sleep, and it was already 2:30. He only had half an hour to fall asleep, or at least pretend he'd fallen asleep. Gunner shifted again, seeing that a minute had passed.

It shouldn't be a problem, but each passing second meant possible hell for Gunner.

"Nngh...Icecream..." Gilbert opened his eyes, having woken up from Gunner's stirring. "What's the matter?" Gunner looked down at Gilbert, then to the clock.

"It's late..." Gunner muttered softly, starting to shake. "It's late and They might come here..."

"Icecream..." Gilbert took the others hand in his own, stroking his hair with his free hand. "It's okay. They can't get you. I'm here, and I keep Them away from you, remember?" Gunner nodded softly, smiling at the petting.

"It's okay?"

"It's okay." The German pulled Gunner down onto the bed, holding him reassuringly. "Nothing's going to happen. Now, if you want to sleep, I suggest laying down." Gilbert said coyly, pulling the other closer.

"Mhmm." The other albino nuzzled closer to him, starting to feel more secure.

"G'night Icecream."

Three o'clock came.

are you there?

Gunner sat up in a panic, looking around the room. Everything was black, further hindering his vision. "As if water wasn't enough..." he muttered, trying not to disturb his boyfriend.

you are there. i was starting to miss you Gunner. why haven't i seen you recently?

"No..." Gunner whispered in horror, shaking violently. "No, not you. Go away go away go AWAY go-"

why?

"I..." The teen shook more, the whispering voice sending more fear through him than that of the screaming ones.

why?

"I-I don't want you here..." Gunner whispered, covering his ears. "I don't want to hear you or see you or-"

i thought i was your favorite.

"No. You aren't. G-Go away." Gunner curled up as much as he could, not wanting to see of hear It as he'd told the hallucination.

you don't listen to Them. you should listen to me. we aren't real. really, we aren't. but guess what Gunner? our voices still haunt you in your sleep. i know they do. They chase you while yelling. but why are you afraid of me? i'm just trying to...watch over you.

"Go away..." Gunner said, not remembering to stay quiet. "Go AWAY. Go away. Go away. I don't want you hear so go away."

"Gunner?" Gilbert sat up, putting his arms around Gunner in an attempt to comfort him. "Gunner, what is it?"

"It."

how can you help if you can't see me?

"Make It go away..." Gunner choked out, shaking still. "Make It go away..."

he can't make me go away.

"Leave him alone." Gilbert ordered the thing sternly, holding Gunner as close as he could without suffocating the Icelander. "He needs to be left alone now."

what difference does it make? Gunner. look.

"I won't..."

"You won't what?"

look.

"I don't want to!" Gunner clung to Gilbert more, his voice just quieter than a yell.

"Gunner." Gilbert muttered, stroking his hair the way Gunner liked. "Calm down. We'll get rid of it."

LOOK.

It's voice turned from a strange, light whisper to a disturbing, distorted gargle. Gunner finally snapped, pulling away slightly from Gilbert. He nearly screamed, but remembering that was exactly what It had wanted, he stopped himself, choking slightly.

"Gunner!" Gilbert said, his voice also just short of a scream.

"What did i-"

"Don't say its name." Gunner whispered, muttering something in Icelandic. "Please, you can't. You can't, you can't, you..."

He passed out.

"No..." Gilbert muttered, holding Gunner. "He's out again..." He shook his head, wishing he didn't have to say those words. "What was it..."

i am It.

"What are you?" Gilbert growled, holding his boyfriend's limp body in his arms.

i. am. It.

"..." Gilbert stayed silent for a moment looking around the room. The center of the wall across from him looked darker than dark, but he assumed it was shadow play.

Until he was scratched.

Gilbert didn't remember the shadow disappearing or him being scratched. Yet there he was, bleeding hand and all. The German lay Gunner down on the blankets, running to the bathroom to find something to put on his hand.

"No wonder it left..." Gilbert muttered, wrapping up his hand. The digital clock read 3:34, only a minute after Gunner's 'dead time' phase. Apparently, more time had passed than he and Gunner were aware of. When Gilbert reentered the room, Gunner was right where he left him, completely unhurt.

"G'night again...Icecream..." Now holding Gunner again, Gilbert passed out as well, leaving the darkened room and the strangely real hallucination to themselves.

Gunner woke up the next day, not really remembering any details of the previous night. Gilbert woke up at the same time, not mentioning the previous night's details. The two simply went about their day, as if nothing had happened.

They always did that.

"Tino?"

Here we go again.

"Y-yes, Gunner?" Tino asked nervously, remembering every little 'episode' he'd had with the Icelandic boy.

"Do you have fish?"

ARE YOU GONNA EAT ME?

"Yes..."

YOU'RE GONNA EAT ME!

"Do you have salmon?"

YOU WONT EAT ME?

"Yes!"

"Can I have some?"

IF I HAD SOME WOULD I BE A CANABLE?

"Sure thing! Why?"

REALLY WHY?

"I need to feed Lillith."

WHO?

"Who?"

"I need to feed the demons."

"WHAT?"

OH YEAH. THOSE GUYS.

It was dark that night.

Tino set up a flashlight circle.

…as did Valdis.

AN

Durp durp. More reality-bending hallucionations. But they're fun to write.

Okay, so whatever It is, I think it looks like a ghoul or something.

Because those things would be creepy to see at night. Or...at all for

that matter. O.o

And the demons? Even in modern times, many Icelanders believe the Hekla volcano is a portal to Hell. Therefore Iceland has demons hiding under his bed who live on a stable diet of salmon and licorice.

I hate that this always looks longer than the actual story...