Sleep

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Dreams.

Mysterious things, eh?

But you can never escape them.

No matter how much you try.

They always come back.

What?

You don't believe that?

Maybe...

Maybe this story



Will


Shed some light.














The world of sleepless dreams. Sleepless dreams, you ask? Why not dreamless sleep?! Well my friend, you are about to find out.














Palette walked around. This place was unfamiliar to him. What was it? It was different. He didn't like it.

After wandering around some more, Palette found a screen. It showed only one thing. Himself.

He was lying in bed. Eyes closed, but not asleep. He couldn't sleep. But he couldn't wake up either.

What was this? Palette had no memory of this. And, wait a minute. Why was there a camera over his bed!

Palette backed away from the screen and ran.

He soon came to another screen.

Someone was standing in front of it, hunched over. They looked to be in pain.

Palette couldn't just leave them alone! He had to help. He went over. But as he got closer, this person started to look familiar.

It was Goth. Goth was here? Palette tapped him on the shoulder. Goth, he called out. Are you ok, he called out.

Goth whipped around. Palette!, he cried. Look at the screen, he cried.

They turned to it and watched.

It was Goth, eyes closed but not asleep. He couldn't sleep.  But he couldn't wake up either.

What?!

Come Goth, Palette started walking. There must be more screens.

They both wandered around the gray blue void. Soon, another screen came to view. Someone else was in front of it.

Jammy! Palette startled him.

Jammy was in tears. Why?, asked Goth. I'm lost and I can't find my parents and this screen is creepy!, Jammy replied.

They looked at yet another screen to see Jammy. Eyes closed, but not asleep. He couldn't sleep. But he couldn't wake up either.

Odd...

Goth tried to console Jammy while Palette tried to figure out what was going on. Everything was just so... different.

Where were they? What were these screens? Why were other people here?

His thoughts were interrupted by a squeal.

Palette turned around to see three people running towards them.

Ink, Geno, and Dream.

They all hugged, and tried to explain what was happening.

Geno wasn't sure. He just showed up like the rest of us.

Dream looked like he had more to tell, but didn't say it.

Ink had no memory of anything that had happened so far, and only remembered Dream stumbling across him staring at a screen.

Jammy was the first to speak after an uncomfortable silence.

Dream, he said. He sounded annoyed. I know you're not telling the truth, he grumbled. You know something, he pressured.

Dream backed away slowly, holding his hands up. I might know how we got here, he hastily spat out.

WELL THEN EXPLAIN!, everyone cried.

He explained everything.

Dream was at home, at night, bored. What to do?, he thought. He had done everything for the day. Nothing was left. He had delivered all the dreams.

Oh!, he cried. I forgot one!

He reached into his dream pouch and pulled out a single dream. Whose was it? If he didn't figure it out soon, who knows what could happen!

He wandered the dreamscape, trying to find whoever was missing a dream. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find them.

He sat at home wondering how it would turn out. Might as well look at what the dream was, he shrugged. But when he reached to get the dream, it was missing.

How!? Where did it go?!

Turned out it got into a crack in between dimensions. And just that one dream was enough to rip up everything else. Something went wrong. Dream still didn't know what.

After that story, everyone had gone pale.

So, we're stuck like this forever!?, Goth shrieked. Palette put an arm around him. We'll find a way out of this, he said calmly.




But he really didn't know how.

















That was kind of annoying to write, as every time I wrote dream it would try to autocorrect capitalize the D because of Dream's name. -_-

But anyway, hope you enjoyed and sorry I'm not posting more! I don't know how this idea came to me. I kinda just started typing. I have no memory of writing the beginning for some reason so...

CYALL!

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