reality or A Dream

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(M- pov)
Was I wrong for giving him a nightmare while he was alseep? Yes but it was only for the fact that I want him to try an remember. I'll eat myself up in guilt later for doing this to somebody who accept m as kin and a brother.
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Where am I
Last thing I remember is that I went to sleep in the fight with Sasori.

Then why am I conscious or am I. Am I in my conciousness or something
I remembered this it was like when I was dead.
Must be..
Wait
I could feel my body again I was stuck to a ...chair?
I couldn't feel anything when I was dead.
Ok maybe I'm not in my conciousness

I tried to move or open my eyes or even talk but I couldn't.

I was not only tied a chair
But blind folded.

Wow kinky

I was startled when I felt hands on my color bone trailing on my skin, my arms, legs, neck. Everywhere those hands trailed like a blind woman trying to recognize a face.

I could feel the blind fold leave my face as I open my eyes and stare back at myself.

"Malachi" a name blurred out called

What  the fuck is a Malachi more specifically who?l

the name kept being repeating its self  confused to creepy .

i closed my eyes tightly before suddenly the names stopped

my eyes opened I was in a field

"Malachi "
Hands wrap around me into a tight hug as I do nothing but stare at the hair of the pale skinned boy.

"I FOUND HIM"

Other started running over to me and joining in on the hug, theyre features in bright am dark coloring.

They continued to chatter like a mashed up song,there words being so loud yet so unclear.
"Who are you" a voice said sounding awfully like mine.
The talking stop instantly

They're chatter turned into loud shouts and Screaming.

"Remember me"
"don't forget me"

they chanted and chanted soon more voices came in shouting and screaming.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

My eyes opened but the memory of the dream began immediately fade.
I could feel a hand tightly grasp mine.

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Was worth a shot.
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