Anonymous Mon 01 Jul 2024 02:21:47 No.67035228 Report

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>>67034884
FUCK.
I missed your post writeranon.
I'mma still post my req just in case I get lucky.
More occult shenanigans after the initial fair dream. E1 Anon desperately tries to swap with E4 Anon and yanks him to his dream in the nondescript realm, E4 Anon talks him down and gives E1 some advice to hopefully set him on a better path.

Anonymous Mon 01 Jul 2024 04:52:38 No.67038214 Report

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>>67035228

>Not too long until have to leave for college. The stress is starting to weigh deep. Fang promised we'd stay in touch, visits and dates as oft as we can. Still doesn't exactly sit well with me. Major life event still weighing heavy and I can't seem to get a wink of sleep. I toss and turn, nightmares and dreams melding together into one sweaty, sleepless moment. I'm beyond frustrated and finally just decide to get up, get some water and walk around a bit. Maybe some fresh air will do me good. I stand and make my way to the kitchen. I step in and notice something's wrong. Really wrong.
>I look around to try to find out exactly what but I can't find my source of confusion. I go ahead and head to the cabinet to grab a glass. It doesn't budge as I pull on the handle. I step back. The hell?
>I look around one more time and notice something finally. The door back is empty. The darkness a void. I realize I must've slipped at some point, right into sleep.
>But it's a nightmare more than anything. I'm also rather lucid. A tingling in my mind is noting this as familiar. Can't place why, though. I decide to go ahead and step out into the dark and look around. Nothing in particular. I look back to the kitchen.
>It's gone. In it's place is a white doorframe, rectangular and empty. It's a pale white, almost blue, and swirling as if full of mist.
>I step forward into it and feel a swirl around me, as if reality itself was cradling me. It's nice.
>I walk a bit, taking in the gentle breeze. I keep walking for what feels a long time, no destination in mind. I get an nagging realization that I'm not exactly moving on my own any more.
>I seem to be being led somewhere. A pulling sort of need to go in a direction, path winding and long. I accept it, as the pleasantness seemingly never ends here. I finally think I've reached my destination as there's something here.
cont

Anonymous Mon 01 Jul 2024 05:00:51 No.67038387 Report

Quoted By: >>67038542

>>67038214
>A set of chairs. One a recliner, the other a chipped and broken schoolchair. I have an urge to sit in the recliner, no clue why. It feels right, feels like I belong there. I go right ahead and take a seat.
>It's warm, soft and enveloping. It's lovely and relaxing and... homely.
>I lean back and kick the feet up. Fully settling in. I feel a bit of a weight press into me as if a weighted blanked was just let onto me. I peer up to the sort of sky and suddenly hear a noise. A chair scratch, as if it's being drug along the ground. I raise my head to see
>"Been a while." A figure speaks. It's...me. Green jacket, tee and jeans. Same thing I've worn all year.
>"It...has?"
>"Sure has. So hey, you well?" He's morose. Accusatory. Why?
>"Uh, yeah. Pretty good."
>"Fang good?"
>I nod.
>"Good to hear. I'm... sorry about this." I cock my head as I realize he's stood and walking over. He's got our pocket knife in his hand, the only thing keeping the skin row lunatics off my back. Is... is he?
>"Wait WAIT!" I stammer as the other me dives onto me, knife on my throat.
>I choke as I stare into his eyes. His eyes are empty and cold.
>"You need to be out of the way then I can have everything. No pain, no hatred. Love. I'm sorry."
>"Stop! Please." I beg him as I feel his pressure go heavier on the knife. I close my eyes.
>The moment hangs. I'm not instantly dead. I slowly open them to see he's hesitating. Holding the position.
>"...why?" he's asking me.
>"What?"
>"Why are you different? What went right? Just..." he doesn't budge.
>"I don't know. I don't even..."
>"You do. Think. Remember."
>I think again. When have I ever met...me?
>I suddenly feel something click in my head, like a memory falling right into place. I feel his leg, his hatred, his need to escape. I start to remember.
>"Alright, now answer." I choke as he's still pressing hard.
>"I... I just did what I thought was right."
>"...you think I didn't?"
cont.

Anonymous Mon 01 Jul 2024 05:09:34 No.67038542 Report

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>>67038387
>"No, no I just... It wasn't anything special. Just support and love. Honest." He sighs and releases me. I choke and rub my throat. I don't think he broke the skin thankfully.
>He stays standing over me.
>"It wouldn't change anything. I'd just lose her again. Here." he tosses me the knife and sits on the floor, cross legged.
>"Right here. In, twist, out." He points to a spot right behind his ear.
>I look down to the weapon and toss it aside.
>"Great." he sighs and looks off into the distance. "Asshole."
>I sigh. "You're hurt I get it."
>"Nice assessment. You got any lotto numbers while we're at it?"
>Was I always this bad?
>"You're lost."
>"That I am."
>"But not dead."
>"If only."
>I close my eyes and relive his life. His choices, his situation. It pains me. I hurt to see Fang like that. I struggle and let the emotion wash over me. I need to be on his level if I want to speak to him. It's the only way.
>I open my eyes to see him snarling.
>"Fun, huh?"
>"She tried to save you."
>He leaps up and tackles into me again.
>"FUCK YOU!"
>"She wanted you to live, to grow."
>"YEAH AND WHAT DOES SHE KNOW!?" He's starting to cry
>"She still loved you. Loved us."
>"...fuck." his grip is lessening as tears start landing on my shirt.
>"You have to live. If not for you, but for her."
>He doesn't speak.
>"It'll suck. It's going to be a fight. You can do it. She knew you could."
>"....it hurts."
>I reach an arm up and pat myself on the back.
>I'm pulled into a tight hug.
>"You won't be alone forever... have you spoken to Stella?"
>"...Stella?"
>"Did she ever tell you tell you she was StegoStar?" He pulls away
>"W-what?"
>I nod.
>"B-but... if that's true she's been messaging me every day for the passed week."
>"Maybe it's time to respond."
>He stands and staggers back, landing in his chair.
>"I....okay. I think I can do that."
cont one more.

Anonymous Mon 01 Jul 2024 05:13:40 No.67038609 Report

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>I smile at me, he gives a weak one back.
>"Thanks."
>"Hopefully next time I see you you'll have good news for me."
>"God I hope so. Sorry." he looks over to the discarded knife.
>"I don't blame you. Would be envious of me as well." I shrug and we share the lightest of laughs.
>"So...what is...this?" I gesture to the misty room.
>"Not sure. I found myself here after some really sleepless nights. Found a way to look in on you. Found a way to drag you here."
>"You think you'll be back?"
>He looks down. "...yeah."
>"Then call me whenever you are."
>"...first person to help you is yourself, huh? Funny."
>"Life's like that."
>"See ya." He nods to me as the world begins fading. I'm waking
>"Later." I wave back to him and I slowly wake, my bed's warmth enveloping me.
>This time I focus. I'm not going to forget you. I promise. I plant the memory firmly in my mind as I wake up.

Fin, thread stalled so I guess no spillage.

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