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    SPIRIT

    my head's above the water


    (so yeah this was his weekly prompt! sorry if i missed anything haha)


    "Pave it all! Leave no speck of land behind!"

    Paisley's voice rang out through the tension. Spirit was along for a terrible ride...paver after paver as he dangled from a claw.

    Next thing he knew, he was on the ground and released from the claw's grip.

    "Animals are just too much of a burden. They waste time, which leads to disruption and misery...which is a loss of money. Time is money."

    He let out a cry of distress as a small paver moved closer to him, closer...he was frozen with fear and no human was around to save him...


    It was a dream he'd been having for a few months.


    Now, as the night fell once again, Spirit laid outside of an empty hut, sighing. He was so tired, and he wanted to sleep, but secretly he was so scared he was going to have that dream again...like it was his death sentence, served to him as a cub.


    The kermode bear shifted a little, gazing out in front of him. It was merely a small speck, but he thought he could see the edge of the island.


    "Oh...is this a sign? Is my time coming to an end?"


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    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%] it was less of dreams and more of past memories that kept 2d awake on nights like this. of course, there seemed to be nothing wrong with the night itself. it would rage from cloudy to no clouds as all, rainy or not, and even warm or cold. it was just an average night, really. but these nights stirred something fearful from within 2d. he was always nervous, he wasn't gonna lie. but these, well.. these were terrible for him. past memories coming to haunt him was something he hated.


    he felt as if murdoc and the rest of his old gang were watching him from the bushes at every moment, waiting to pounce and rip him to shreds. and even though he was training tirelessly to better his mind and body, he knew that he couldn't fight them. he just couldn't bring to tear his claws into murdoc's flesh like he had before. 2d.. was just not like that. it wasn't him.

    seeing the other had not been able to sleep as well, 2d opted to approach the other over just leaving to his hut to try and sleep again. "ello." he murmured in his nervous, british voice, sitting down beside the bear in an attempt to be friendly. "yew know me but.. i'm 2d."

    SPIRIT

    my head's above the water


    He turned towards 2D. Had the voice been a pure American accent the creature behind it would have been greeted with a short burst of hostility. But Spirit was glad to see a familiar face. "Hello, 2D." It was a strange name, if not unique. Spirit wondered what the D stood for. "Are you having bad dreams as well?"


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    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%] "ah- not exactly." he took a seat beside spirit, his severed tail twitching ever so slightly as he gave a small smile. if only he had the courage to tell this guy about all what was going on with him. but he didn't have any said courage. "but it's somefing similar." if memories were even similar at all to bad dreams, but whatever.


    a small bit of silence followed after he spoke, with 2d looking down at the ground as he thought. sometimes, after he had said all that he planned to say, it would take him a minute to think of something else. "d-don't worry about nightmares, luv. they ain't gonna 'urt ya." inspirational quotes or any sort of motivation was his forte, but 2d just sometimes wanted to be polite. "some people like ta' think that nightmares are like..." it took him a little while to process a reply. "yew'r brain showin' ya that ya got through it. that it's over now, and everyfing is gonna be okay.." if only memories worked in the ways that people explained nightmares. if that were the case, he wouldn't be haunted by the thoughts of murdoc. mixtures of love, attraction, hatred and fear stirred in him whenever he thought about the man, which sent him into an even worse mood than before.


    gorillaz doesn't exist anymore. they're all gone, so who cares if he does this?


    2d shook away the thought, pushing bile in the back of his throat as he rid his face of the terrified expression that was present. "whotever is goin' on wiff ya, then, just fink of all the good stuff that is there. and, then yew can forget it. and sleep." letting out a sigh, 2d turned his head to face spirit, blinking his eyes slowly. "sorry if this was all cheesy, luv."

    SPIRIT

    my head's above the water


    He listened intently. Hmm...2D did make a good point. "I suppose you're right...what really happened was a bit different." If he weren't insanely huge he would have hugged his Clanmate. "Thank you, 2D. Your words mean a lot."


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    connie rarely slept. unless she went without sleep for over 168 hours, which was when her body shut down, she did not feel tired. there were exceptions, of course, such as if she physically exerted herself past her capacity. that was highly unlikely. she knew her limits; she had learned them in the lab. when she did sleep, which she forced herself to do every two days or so, she had very strange dreams. since leaving the lab, they had been bizarre... perhaps because she had never dreamed in the lab. er version of sleep in the laboratory had actually been sedation. now, though, she dreamed all the time, especially about cinna.


    she tried not to think about him. he had risked so much to get her out of there. connie thought it was very likely that they had punished him for it. they could have killed him, even. now that she was gone, they would not have a use for him. she was the only reason he was there. the strange ebony creature listened silently to spirit and 2d's conversation from the shadows, then moved into their line of sight and piped up when they both fell silent. "what if you dream about bad things happening to your friend?" she asked, the strange question posed in a withdrawn, emotionless tone. this was just like psych in the lab. q&a. she could do this.


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    SPIRIT

    my head's above the water


    His gaze then landed on the shape of Connie. He paused for a moment before rumbling in a sad tone, "Growing up, I never had friends. Not even the nice humans." It was true, partially--he liked his new adopted brother, but he felt they wears never really friends. And who knew if there were other bears on Bear Island?


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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]"Wait," Sweetophelia spoke up, overhearing random bits of the other three BlizzardClanners' conversation. "Are we talking about nightmares here?" She approached, taking a seat near her clanmates, her thick tail curling over her paws. "What's wrong? You guys can't sleep or something?" Sweetophelia hadn't had nightmares since she was a very young girl, and in fact the BlizzardClan leader didn't dream very often - or at least she always forgot the contents of her dreams the moment she woke up. However she wasn't very hung up over that fact.
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