[Yup it's the narrator]
Dallon woke up in cold sweat. The room was almost pitch black, but by the feel, he could tell that he was laying in his bed. He walked to his light switch, his legs slightly shaking.
Once Dallon could finally see well again, he instantly checked his hand. It was normal, thank god. He checked his mirror, nothing seemed strange or odd.
Brendon was nowhere to be seen. Dallon grabbed his phone and checked his contacts. B Douglas, R Seaman, but he finally found him, B Urie. He tapped on the contact and decided to call than text.
"Hello welcome to the house of gays, how may I help you?"
"Brendon what the hell."
"Oh hey Dalpal"
"Hey, uhm, where are you right now?
"Oh I'm in CVS. You were in sleep paralysis so I decided to get medicine?"
"No I wasn't."
"You sure?"
"Of course I am."
"Well I've never seen THAT side of you before."
Dallon's sigh was faint through Brendon's side of the call. He then chose just to end it.
"So...
It was just a dream..."
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[Okay, so this is the end of the boy in the painting, if ya liked it, thanks, if ya didn't, I don't give a fuck, I might do a sequel but I'm thinking it through right now. Alright bi bi bi]
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Fanfictionpaintings . dark and light . never grey . at least that's what I thought . till now . {demon! brendon} {trans angel! dallon} {tw: cutting} ♡ instagram au-ish ♡
