[Fuji] Nightmares
Who: Fuji Syuusuke
When: June 16, Night
Where: Ami's House
Invited: Shawn Spencer, Henry Spencer
Status: Incomplete
Sounds, sounds in the dark... Slouching, disgusting sounds that chill him to the core and as he backs away from the sound he finds himself with his back against a wall, a cold, murky, slimy wall and everything around him stinks. The stench is revolting, enough to make his head spin and his stomach to take a turn for the worse. He reaches down to his pants, trying to find something there... And he finds it. It's a gun, a slim, cold piece of metal and wood and he brings it up with shaking hands as a figure emerges from the shadows. A tall, dripping figure, smelling even worse than the wall behind him, a wall that suddenly had arms protruding from it, clawing after him, grabbing him, holding him in place and forcing the gun from his hands. And then the figure steps into the light and he feels how the world goes rapidly dark, as the thing in front of him is... Dead. Living dead. Rotten flesh and maggots everywhere and it's naked with guts spilling out from a large gash in its side and
And he woke up.
Fuji sat a little while in the bed, sweat seemingly pouring down his body, dampening the sheet underneath him as his labored breathing slowly calmed down. He looked around in the room, seeing as it was very dimly lit, the light of the moon spilling into it from a sliver of the window visible between the curtains. There was no way he'd ever be able to get back to sleep now. Not after dreaming of that. Instead the fourteen year old got to his feet, stepping into his slippers and slowly made his way down the stairs and then outside, after pulling a night robe over his full body pajama, making sure to cover as much skin as possible, out of old habit more than anything else.
The night still held some of the day's warmth in a loving embrace and the sound of a few sparse birds filled the air. Everything smelled fresh and normal, not... Bad. Rotten corpse guts blood rotten
The Japanese boy shook his head and sat down on the porch, staring almost hypnotized up at the moon.