I bring future fic (or something).
Title: The Dreams in Which I'm Dyin'...
Rating: Meh. PG-13?
Word Count: 1008 (I'm so proud of myself.)
Summary: Where was he?
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. Title is from Mad World, cover by Adam Lambert.
Beta: None.
Notes: I um...dreamed this. I don't even know. It kept bugging me so I had to write it down. :D I feel much better now. And er, I'm sorry about the ending? D: I tried two different endings and neither worked, so this is what I give you. HOWEVER, I will post the ending I was going to go with. There you can read it. I warn you, though, it's kinda crap.
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15th of May, 2020
Where was he?
Wait...he recognized this place. This was...this was his room. The bed, the wardrobe, everything was the way it should be. The only unusual thing was that the room was bathed in a dim blue light, with no apparent source. The window was-- The window wasn't even there. He looked up and, sure enough, neither was the light. No window, no light, no lamp. Nothing. Just the blue, coming from nowhere and everywhere.
But why was he here? He had been at the butcher shop just moments ago, talking cheerily with Daniel, his brother and the owner of the shop.
Something darted across the room. A shadow. It was....tall. He didn't know how else to describe it. It was just tall.
He looked around the room. There was nobody here, and he certainly did not cast that shadow. What was happening?
The room got shaky for a second, the blue light growing brighter until it was almost blinding. Kris closed his eyes, also covering them with his hands.
He took his hands away several minutes later, seeing the light fading behind his eyelids. He reopened them, looking around once more. The shadow was in the corner, unmoving. Just standing there.
Although it didn't have a face, Kris felt like he was being stared at, his every move watched.
Kris! Come on, buddy, say something!
Someone said his name. It sounded like Daniel. He looked around, searching for him, but saw nobody except the shadow. He walked over to the closet, opening it, seeing if--
"Kris! Oh, thank god."
What the...He was outside the butcher shop, on the hard concrete ground, head turned so he was staring at the space between the shop walls and the walls of the small building it was in. "What just happened?"
Dan sighed. "You fainted, buddy. You've been out for twenty or thirty minutes. Scared me so bad, man. One minute you were fine and the next you were on the concrete. Your head okay? You hit the ground pretty hard."
Oh god. There it was again. The shadow. It was following him. How did it get here?
"Now that you mention it, it hurts a lot, but otherwise I think it's fine. I think I'm going to leave now."
He got up and quickly left the building, going in the direction of his house. He needed some sleep.
It's not a big deal. You fainted and had some sort of weird dream. The second shadow was just your imagination. It is not a big deal. Get a hold of yourself, Allen. he thought to himself as he walked, practically jogging now.
He didn't really believe himself, though.
He also hoped that fucking shadow didn't follow him some more.
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20th of June, 2022
Kris woke up early for once, having usually woken up at at least noon. He decided to go to the pipe room, thinking he just needed a day off from reality. The structure had no purpose (just a lot of pipes. Literally, it was full of large pipes), but it was nice. It was peaceful and quiet there. He always went to the pipe room when he needed some time to think, or when he wanted to hide from the world.
When he got to the pipe room, he was surprised to find the door was unlocked. It was always locked and he was sure he was the only one with a key.
He slowly opened the door and peeked in. There was a man there. A tall man, with black hair that fell over his eyes. Kris couldn't tell the colour from here, but he thought they were blue.
Kris walked into the room, trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to draw attention to himself. He stared at the man, taking in his appearance. The man was wearing nothing super amazing (grey t-shirt, black leather jacket, tight black jeans, snakeskin boots), but Kris didn't think he'd seen anybody wear glitter outside of clubs.
Clang!
He'd bumped a pipe. "Shit!"
"Who's there?"
The man had heard him. Could probably see him.
"Who are you?"
Kris looked up. The man was only a couple feet away, staring at him.
"Kris Allen. Apologies for startling you."
He watched as the man leaned against one of the pipes. "It's fine. How long were you there?"
"Few minutes."
"Hmm. I'm Adam. Never seen you before."
"You wouldn't have. I don't go out a lot." It was true. The only places he ever went were the butcher shop and the pipe room. His mama told him he would never meet his life mate that way, but he doubted he would find them even if he traveled the world. It was incredibly rare to find your life mate, the person who shared life cells with you. Katy always told him that wasn't very optimistic, but...who cares?
"Aw, that's too bad. Why not? You don't even go out to find that special lady?" Adam was smirking. He was just teasing.
Kris looked at him, unblinking. "No."
The taller man raised an eyebrow. "Not a very conversational bugger, are you?"
"Was never one to talk much," he mumbled.
"I can see that. Why don't you tell me about yourself?"
"Twenty-five years old, musician."
"Musician?"
"Yes. How did you get a key to the pipe room?"
"Brother had one, gave me his. He never came here and thought I'd like it, so."
"Hmm."
"You're cute. So, you don't go out much?"
"No," he said in a way that sounded more like "leave me the fuck alone."
"Hmm. If you want me to leave, I can," Adam said, walking across the room and disappearing behind the pipes as he did.
Kris knew he could probably easily find the other man and the building was small so he wasn't far away, but he felt a strange sense of emptiness. Now that Kris thought about it, speaking to Adam felt strangely...right.
He was sure it was nothing.
Rating: Meh. PG-13?
Word Count: 1008 (I'm so proud of myself.)
Summary: Where was he?
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. Title is from Mad World, cover by Adam Lambert.
Beta: None.
Notes: I um...dreamed this. I don't even know. It kept bugging me so I had to write it down. :D I feel much better now. And er, I'm sorry about the ending? D: I tried two different endings and neither worked, so this is what I give you. HOWEVER, I will post the ending I was going to go with. There you can read it. I warn you, though, it's kinda crap.
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15th of May, 2020
Where was he?
Wait...he recognized this place. This was...this was his room. The bed, the wardrobe, everything was the way it should be. The only unusual thing was that the room was bathed in a dim blue light, with no apparent source. The window was-- The window wasn't even there. He looked up and, sure enough, neither was the light. No window, no light, no lamp. Nothing. Just the blue, coming from nowhere and everywhere.
But why was he here? He had been at the butcher shop just moments ago, talking cheerily with Daniel, his brother and the owner of the shop.
Something darted across the room. A shadow. It was....tall. He didn't know how else to describe it. It was just tall.
He looked around the room. There was nobody here, and he certainly did not cast that shadow. What was happening?
The room got shaky for a second, the blue light growing brighter until it was almost blinding. Kris closed his eyes, also covering them with his hands.
He took his hands away several minutes later, seeing the light fading behind his eyelids. He reopened them, looking around once more. The shadow was in the corner, unmoving. Just standing there.
Although it didn't have a face, Kris felt like he was being stared at, his every move watched.
Kris! Come on, buddy, say something!
Someone said his name. It sounded like Daniel. He looked around, searching for him, but saw nobody except the shadow. He walked over to the closet, opening it, seeing if--
"Kris! Oh, thank god."
What the...He was outside the butcher shop, on the hard concrete ground, head turned so he was staring at the space between the shop walls and the walls of the small building it was in. "What just happened?"
Dan sighed. "You fainted, buddy. You've been out for twenty or thirty minutes. Scared me so bad, man. One minute you were fine and the next you were on the concrete. Your head okay? You hit the ground pretty hard."
Oh god. There it was again. The shadow. It was following him. How did it get here?
"Now that you mention it, it hurts a lot, but otherwise I think it's fine. I think I'm going to leave now."
He got up and quickly left the building, going in the direction of his house. He needed some sleep.
It's not a big deal. You fainted and had some sort of weird dream. The second shadow was just your imagination. It is not a big deal. Get a hold of yourself, Allen. he thought to himself as he walked, practically jogging now.
He didn't really believe himself, though.
He also hoped that fucking shadow didn't follow him some more.
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20th of June, 2022
Kris woke up early for once, having usually woken up at at least noon. He decided to go to the pipe room, thinking he just needed a day off from reality. The structure had no purpose (just a lot of pipes. Literally, it was full of large pipes), but it was nice. It was peaceful and quiet there. He always went to the pipe room when he needed some time to think, or when he wanted to hide from the world.
When he got to the pipe room, he was surprised to find the door was unlocked. It was always locked and he was sure he was the only one with a key.
He slowly opened the door and peeked in. There was a man there. A tall man, with black hair that fell over his eyes. Kris couldn't tell the colour from here, but he thought they were blue.
Kris walked into the room, trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to draw attention to himself. He stared at the man, taking in his appearance. The man was wearing nothing super amazing (grey t-shirt, black leather jacket, tight black jeans, snakeskin boots), but Kris didn't think he'd seen anybody wear glitter outside of clubs.
Clang!
He'd bumped a pipe. "Shit!"
"Who's there?"
The man had heard him. Could probably see him.
"Who are you?"
Kris looked up. The man was only a couple feet away, staring at him.
"Kris Allen. Apologies for startling you."
He watched as the man leaned against one of the pipes. "It's fine. How long were you there?"
"Few minutes."
"Hmm. I'm Adam. Never seen you before."
"You wouldn't have. I don't go out a lot." It was true. The only places he ever went were the butcher shop and the pipe room. His mama told him he would never meet his life mate that way, but he doubted he would find them even if he traveled the world. It was incredibly rare to find your life mate, the person who shared life cells with you. Katy always told him that wasn't very optimistic, but...who cares?
"Aw, that's too bad. Why not? You don't even go out to find that special lady?" Adam was smirking. He was just teasing.
Kris looked at him, unblinking. "No."
The taller man raised an eyebrow. "Not a very conversational bugger, are you?"
"Was never one to talk much," he mumbled.
"I can see that. Why don't you tell me about yourself?"
"Twenty-five years old, musician."
"Musician?"
"Yes. How did you get a key to the pipe room?"
"Brother had one, gave me his. He never came here and thought I'd like it, so."
"Hmm."
"You're cute. So, you don't go out much?"
"No," he said in a way that sounded more like "leave me the fuck alone."
"Hmm. If you want me to leave, I can," Adam said, walking across the room and disappearing behind the pipes as he did.
Kris knew he could probably easily find the other man and the building was small so he wasn't far away, but he felt a strange sense of emptiness. Now that Kris thought about it, speaking to Adam felt strangely...right.
He was sure it was nothing.