─ sixty-seven
[ it starts off like any other dream; pleasant and weird but that's a dream for you. they're always trying to tell you something. right now her dream is telling her to focus harder in english class, because somehow ichirou is the head of the class but when she looks-- that is certainly not the ichirou she knows. he's smiling and... being talkative. what?
then the classroom is gone and uru is left with her teacher. right... is she in detention? it's pitch black, the teacher whips out a package of oatmeal cookies and chucks it at uru's head. it's a direct hit! she finds herself falling backwards and hits her head on the floor. when she opens her eyes, she's in a room full of cake. giant cakes. they're moving.
towards her.
without warning, they split open from the middle and reveal a row of sharp teeth, saliva dripping from them. the candles above burn brightly and blaze above like a towering inferno.
there's a door and she runs toward it while it's open but then ichirou and her classmates appear, waving at her. they say their goodbyes and the door shuts in slow motion and she hears the lock turn as the flesh-eating cakes advance on her ]
[ she bolts up from her bed and tries to throw the covers off of herself, struggling to get away from them for some reason ]
NOOOOOO! DON'T EAT ME! I WOULDN'T TASTE GOOD ANYWAY!
then the classroom is gone and uru is left with her teacher. right... is she in detention? it's pitch black, the teacher whips out a package of oatmeal cookies and chucks it at uru's head. it's a direct hit! she finds herself falling backwards and hits her head on the floor. when she opens her eyes, she's in a room full of cake. giant cakes. they're moving.
towards her.
without warning, they split open from the middle and reveal a row of sharp teeth, saliva dripping from them. the candles above burn brightly and blaze above like a towering inferno.
there's a door and she runs toward it while it's open but then ichirou and her classmates appear, waving at her. they say their goodbyes and the door shuts in slow motion and she hears the lock turn as the flesh-eating cakes advance on her ]
[ she bolts up from her bed and tries to throw the covers off of herself, struggling to get away from them for some reason ]
NOOOOOO! DON'T EAT ME! I WOULDN'T TASTE GOOD ANYWAY!