Ah, nonsensical dreams are fun, aren't they? Here is my look into what goes on inside Oliver's head at night (No, not THAT, you perv…)
Probably will be gloomier aswell, because it's borderline-depression-Oliver instead of sunshine-and-rainbows-Kagamine.
Without further rambling; Enjoy!
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Oliver made sure to complete his nightly ritual before he went to bed that night. He padded along the hallway to the bathroom, stumbling slightly as he went. He fumbled around for the light switch through the darkness, before he managed to yank it, illuminating the room in a dull yellowish glow.
After he had had washed himself, Oliver returned to his room and changed into some simple, white pyjamas ready for bed. Thoughts where skittering through his mind like lightning; but instead of stressing himself, he chose to focus on the least prominent ones, half-hoping that he was dreaming right now.
'It's Saturday tomorrow.' He repeated in his mind for what felt like the sixtieth time that night.
Although it was undeniable that at school he was constantly almost driven to the brink of collapse, the boredom that settled in at home was almost enough warrant going to the hell-hole every day, if only to stop himself going insane otherwise.
Most people, teachers included, would be willing to commit a violent crime for time away from school. But to Oliver, if no one else went to school but him, it would be practically heaven.
What else was he supposed to do? He was a stuttering, semi-agoraphobic social wreck. No one would want to be seen outside within ten feet him, unless they were beating him up. So he stayed inside unless he absolutely needed supplies. Besides, nobody that would recognise him lived in his neighbourhood. In fact, Oliver could vaguely remember look of surprise on Len Kagamine's face when he realised he lived in the rich part of town.
Len… that was the last thought on Oliver's mind as he lay his head down on his soft, fluffy pillow. He had purposely avoided even thinking about Len since he arrived home, until now.
Shallow breaths echoed throughout the room as Oliver began rapidly losing consciousness.
Oliver was on the floor. He could hear people jeering. At him, of course. Who else would it be? He contemplated bothering to get up. 'Why should I move?' thought Oliver bitterly, 'for my own pride? Ha, I don't have any of that though. They made sure of it.'
His question was answered for him though, when someone snarled "Get up, NOW!" into his left ear, interrupting his thought pattern.
Before his brain could even fully process what was going on, someone yanked at a tuft of hair, forcing his head upwards to look at the crowd gathered around as if he was some sort of freak show.
Oliver put the pieces together in his head. This was not a dream. It was a memory. A recent one in fact.
Certain unimportant details were missing, such as the faces of the people idly standing around in the background, procrastinating before the next lesson. Fitting, thought Oliver, as they were all faceless, unimportant characters in the grand scheme.
But in the foreground, there was a face. It was the face of the one he dreaded seeing. It was the devil herself; Rin Kagamine.
Usually, Oliver wasn't brave enough to even make eye contact for a fraction of a millisecond. But in here, he could see her face clearly.
In the dream, time seemed to slow down to a halt. Oliver studied her face… It showed nothing but anger, violence, and hatred. So many things that even though Oliver knew she was a figment of his imagination, he was scared of her.
He turned his head away from the blonde demon when another streak of blonde crossed his peripheral vision. Of all the people his subconscious noticed, it was him. Len Kagamine.
They were similar, but at the same time so far apart. Just as the old saying goes, two sides of the same coin. Whereas Rin was the embodiment of all things negative, Len's face portrayed nothing but doubt, pity and regret. It could have been Oliver's imagination seeing what he wanted to see, but Len was looking on in sadness, as if torn between doing what was right and merely obeying his sister.
Deep down, somewhere inside of him, Oliver knew why he could remember Len of all people.
Len, in all of his living memory, was the only one whoever even showed the slightest feeling towards him, Len was not a soulless background character, and Oliver was being sustained by that small amount of hope that he had found someone who didn't immediately hate him. It was a long shot, but it was all he had. However, unfortunately for Oliver, he was always too nervous to confront Len about it.
Besides, Oliver wasn't dumb. He realised that his innocent desire for a friend could possibly turn into something more, despite how much he hated thinking about it. Oliver saw the small sideways glances that Len would give him in class, and how he often went off in the direction of the nurse's office whenever Oliver had an encounter with Rin. Alas, he naïvely dismissed it as nothing more than a simple coincidence.
The dream disappeared and Oliver gently turned over in bed. Once again, he had whittled down his thoughts to nothing else except Len Kagamine.
It was going to be a long night.
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