Chapter 5: The Nightmare
Location: Omni-Nexus Personal Quarters Area
Time: 1:00 P.M.
Real World Date: October 17th, 1885
Dream World
Clarus's POV (Pronouns: I, me, my)
"Mm… Huh… Fine, guess I'll wake up, you stupid sphere of light…" I said, annoyed at being woken up far earlier than I'd like to be. I kicked the covers off the bed entirely, and just opened the door to see if anyone else's door to see if the others were awake.
The most notable thing was that everybody's doors were opened, but they weren't in the rooms they were given. Everything was in disarray, but it looked accidental enough to ignore, so I happily jogged my way to the stairs, which is where I decided to get a little mischievous.
I grabbed the newel that served as the start of the banister, sat on the start of the banister itself… and let go of the newel. I slid right down the banister, and as soon as there was enough of a gap, flung myself over the left side of the banister, and nailed a ten-point landing perfectly!
I'm glad I decided to wear a tank top and pants to bed, because otherwise, I would NOT have pulled this off. But, with my daily dramatic landing, I went to the kitchen, expecting Whitglow, the early bird of the five of us, to be making something to eat, but she wasn't there. But what was there… was a tiny red droplet.
It was blood… meaning something has happened to Mother. And then, I heard her voice, going, "Please, leave her out of this… those actions are the fault of her future self… not her past self. Please spare her…"
I ran towards her room while hearing all of this, with the only thing I said being, "MOTHER! Mother, please be safe!", and I heard sounds of what I thought to be flesh being scarred, making me run faster.
Eventually, I made it to the door and threw it open, and what I saw burned itself into my memory forever, as the image was Whitglow's body scarred up and missing her right eye, with no sign of a pulse; whoever killed her ensured that she was dead.
But in that same room, was the killer. This thing was seven feet tall, and had an athletic build, with the only things discernible being white gloves, and a pair of red shoes with white cuffed sneakers and straps, with the straps having a gold buckle on them. It also wore a set of brown, baggy monk-like pants that, and I'm not sure why, feel like they belong to a group associated with blue and lions would wear.
In his hand, a dagger was in his hand, except while there were bloodstains on there, the dagger itself was a six-inch blade on a grip with a straight cross guard, and no pommel. It was glowing as well, which boded poorly.
"There you are," the thing said, its voice faking affability. "The past version of her," it said venomously, clearly intending on murdering me in cold blood. At that moment, my eyes glowed white, and I saw a corridor, where someone with a knife was facing a skeleton in a hoodie, almost as if it was an omen of what could happen.
The very moment the vision stopped, the thing jumped on the wall, and then lunged at me, leaving afterimages in its lunge, and I did the only thing anyone would do in this scenario when paralyzed with fear: scream.
Waking World
I opened my eyes instantly after that nightmare, and I was so panicked that while laying down, I screamed at the top of my lungs. I no doubt woke up everyone, but at that moment, I didn't care. I was just that terrified.