Juno knew he was in a dream. A dream that haunted him like how a predator hunted its prey.
The dark of the dream was what gave it away. It was unnatural and too dark to be real. And in that darkness hid grabbing claws as they reached out for him.
Juno through pure fear of that dark, ran and ran as fast as he could through corridors of darkness. Old remnant memories coming to him again. He had had this nightmare before, but today it just seemed too surreal, too physical as biting claws grabbed at his legs, clawing and rending at his flesh, his screams echoing out into the dark as he plead and plead for mercy.
The dark tendrils stripped away of what he was, his form, his fur, his everything.
Taking back of what he was. Of who he was.
Juno screamed in terror, human once again, he reached out for the fur of brown and reds, the coat of a Zoroark flapping in the wind like a cloak on invisible strings.
"You are nothing." Echoed a distant voices of a multitude of people, both ones he knew and not. "Nothing but a skinwalker, a fake of what you pretend to be. You are nothing but a weak, worthless. HUMAN."
And with that, the mouth of the form of that was himself, opened its jaw wide, and in it was a darker then dark pit. And he screamed himself awake, as tendrils, oily and leathery, shot out to swallow him whole.
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Newton Pud having a nightmare about template
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Whumptober day 3: Hair’s Breadth From Death
This one will be a nightmare, because I can’t do this to Sebastian too early lmao.
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He was having a nightmare. Not an expert on detecting that, but everything felt so surreal and wrong yet like it was actually happening. Wasn’t it a feeling you could only get in dreams?
Anyway, he knew this wasn’t right, end of story.
Right now he was being held hostage. A mission gone wrong? Too bad. And he’d happened to be way too close to the enemy for the rest of his group to help out.
They could only stare and listen while the man holding a gun to Sebastian’s Temple talked.
“I know what ya’ll were doin’. Stealin’ my cash weren’t ya?”, he grumbled. Sebastian cringed at the breath that reeked of smoke and whatever the guy had had for dinner tonight.
“Give it back or I’ll shoot”.
He was grinning slightly, despite the deep and frankly uninterested tone. It made him much more creepy.
Sebastian’s partners stared for a moment at each other, as if considering their options, and soon looked back at the man. “Go ahead. We just need the cash”.
Sebastian’s eyes widened in shock and slight horror. Why were they betraying him? What had he done to deserve this? Why didn’t he get a say?
He could hear the gun click and being shoved closer in his face, only making him wince as genuine fear appeared on his face.
“Say goodbye”.
His world went dark.
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Sebastian awoke in Maximo’s room.
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