LOVE LIKE YOU ･ﾟ★ ☾ [open | nightmare]

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    static bleeds around him, a mess of fuzz and loud white noise. he feels weightless, an ethereal feeling he can't possibly have felt before, but being surrounded by this sound that felt like shattering glass in his ears does not comfort her. his eternal blue eyes stare into the abyssal orbs of a white spider and the abyss stared back, malice and evil glinting in it's eyes. it is large and gargantuan, minions of a slightly lesser size rallying behind them, all repeating the same phrase, as if its a mantra. fear seizes his beating heart and he feels like he is choking, coughing and spluttering but hearing nothing other than the same white noise and gnashing of fangs.

    'leave. you are not the same as you once were. why?'

    their words are vague, but they echoe, each spider surging forth to drown her in their speeches. technopup looks down at himself, observing his suddenly dark fur with wide, frightened eyes. he looks back up to observe the arachnid's angelic white bodies, a burning alabaster that alienated him, as if he is evil. he is literally a black sheep in a flock of white, the one who hurt them, their families, their homes.... why? the word repeats in his mind like a broken record and tears rise in his eyes, fear gripping his tiny body in it's meaty claws.

    the spiders crawl toward him, attacking him like he's a butterfly in their web of deceit and pain. he cries out in pain, vision fading away from his attackers...


    the puppy awakes with wide eyes and a pacing pulse, his heart beating harshly against his ribcage. fear grips his throat and his limbs lock despite being out of the danger of his nightmares. his body is drenched in cold sweat, and despite the rocks that weigh down his tired eyes, he wont go back to sleep. whimpering softly beneath his breath, technopup stumbles out of his cabin, absently rubbing at an eye with a paw.

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    Jekyll was more than familiar with restless nights and nightmares. He often went without sleep, even now that he had the anti-serum for Hyde due to his habit of putting off sleep as long as possible for fear of what sleep would bring him. It was a bad habit and he was well aware of that but he still refused to change. It was almost ingrained in him to be afraid. So, he would wander the camp, looking for herbs or prey or simply reading a book. There were any number of things one could do in the night. Currently, he was taking a rather nice walk, enjoying some time alone. Things had been quite turbulent lately and he needed to think. However, his attention was ripped from his own thoughts as he noticed a small figure stumbling out of a cabin. Concern quickly came to light in the canine's emerald eyes and he made his way towards the child in a brisk manner. Soon enough, the bespectacled Labrador was close enough to realize it was Technopup. They had never talked much but he was aware that the child was alone, now that Chervil was gone. "Technopup? Are you alright? Are you having trouble sleeping?" He asked, his tone reflecting his concern.


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