My Very Bestest Mer-Friend.

The statue

It was a warm summer night, and I only had a few things on my mind.

Those things being Cat, my adopted little kitten I swore I wouldn't name, Emmy, my little sister, and the request for a statue I received a couple months ago. To me, not very much had changed in my schedule. Wake up, have a shower, do some cooking and cleaning until 10:00, and either work on an existing piece or check my DMs for requests. After work, seeing as I usually try to end around 6:00, I go out for a walk, or maybe just to explore. Half the time I don't know what I'll do, so who will? But it never matters. You see, since I work at home, I always have special little moments to myself, but a certain someone has been taking those moments out of my time.

Let me explain a little more.

Not very many days ago, I walked to the store for a few items I needed around the house. Soaps, snacks, and Cat's treats. While in the store I noticed that something felt . . . off. While I couldn't put it into words, it felt like a kind but unsettling persona was watching over me.

After paying for my items and leaving I realized that the cause of the feeling was not in the shop. It was everywhere. In every one I looked at, in each direction possible. I always felt it. I reached home and after not being able to feel my keys in my pockets, almost screamed in fury. I pressed my hands together in front of my heart violently, and as I let them fall to the sides of my legs I felt them even though I swore they weren't there five seconds ago. The only thing my brain could process was how I had almost cracked the eggs in my bag. Trying not to think too much of the keys, I opened the door to be greeted by my expensive gray creature, Cat.

He may throw up at 3 in the morning right before an important meeting with a buyer, and he may be half the reason I'm as broke as the guy Venom inhabits, but I still love him. He was here before anyone else, and he'll be here with me for as long as his little Cat lifespan will allow. I love him. But as it turns out, the feeling I had felt all day finally decided to give me his name. Impending Dread. I didn't know what exactly I was dreading so much, but it was giving me a headache. After a quick snack for both me and Cat, it was time for me to keep working on my latest project, Dreaming.

Dreaming was a 6-foot-tall side project I was using for exposure on social media. He was a canceled request I had gotten attached to, and I couldn't bear to throw him back with the rest of my clay after so many hours of work. His progress was always showing up on people's For You pages and the algorithm seems to love anything I make, so I decided to keep him for myself. Maybe I could have him as an example of what I create in the studio once he was done

I threw on my apron and got to work. I chipped away a face into the clay and worked on his arms since they were looking more like strange appendages coming out of his shoulders. The work took longer than I thought and the time seemed to fly by. Before I knew it, it was time for bed. I put down my tools and apron to go take a shower. After that, I changed into something comfortable, But I still couldn't fall asleep. I went downstairs and once more today, I felt that strange feeling. Like something I didn't know was terribly horribly wrong.

Filling a cup with cold water from the sink and sipping it thoughtfully, I tried to rummage on anything that could have provoked this odd feeling. 

Coming up empty, I sighed. 

Placing a cup I drank from into the sink, I looked down at my feet and saw the last piece of the puzzle.

When I looked expectantly to the cold tile, instead of looking at my own shadow, my eyes could only focus on the shadow of the statue looming over me, 

His piercing yellow eyes cry out in the silence of not having a mouth. 

His hair falls messily over his forehead, chest immaculate as ever, and arms still fresh from the hours of gentle admiration I gave him. 

For some reason, I don't cry out in fright, or shriek at my guest but focus on not letting my hands shake too much. 

I point at where his mouth would have been and say 

"Does that hurt? I could fix it for you, but it may take some time. Would that be alright? Err, I'm sorry, I just realized I never gave you something proper to call you." 

He still nods, even though it feels a little disrespectful to not address him properly. 

Some time passes and after gathering some tools to carve out a mouth with him sitting on the countertop, he answers. 

"Maybe just call me Dream." 

YAAAAAAS FRICKING FINNALY! I COULD WRITE SOMETHING SHORT! I hope this is enough, I will prob be making all of the oneshots in proper books, or once you guys can vote yall can choose which ones you guys really want to see. 

Smell you later Cheese bags! 

(lmao I found that on twitter I think)

-Homefries

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