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[needsahandjob]

[what with all the truth going on and the subconscious explorations you must all be really tired, right?  Perhaps there is sleeping in beds, perhaps there is sleeping in someone else's bed.

because you see, this is a bedninja post and maybe you are now in someone else's bed, or they are now in yours. :')]

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[mind_over_metal]

*...golly, but the Professor sure does get around*

[skinofalizard]

[hi prof don't mind the wild PTSD nightmares going on right next to you]

[mind_over_metal]

*on his own, Charles is a lucid dreamer. other people's dreams, however, tend to be much, much easier to get lost in...*

[skinofalizard]

[you appear to be in Hell. :'D]

[mind_over_metal]

*frowning in his sleep and turning in on himself a little*

[skinofalizard]

[oh but good news, there's a bus! a bus full of teenagers! ready to head out of hell and to safety!

...except now it's been blown up by a big pink robot, and all of those kids are now dead.]

[mind_over_metal]

*his breath catches in a quiet gasp as he curls tighter- oh, curls tighter around you, I guess, his body twisted oddly in the bed*

[skinofalizard]

[the remaining teens spring into action against the robot, they move as though fighting is second nature to them. some of them you know, Victor, Julian, Cessily...but the rest are new: a giant man made of rocks, a girl with pink and black hair and insect wings, a girl in a niqab that appears to turn into a sandstorm.]

[mind_over_metal]

*absolutely frozen -- both in and out of the dream -- as he watches them*

[skinofalizard]

[they're impressive. both individually and as a team, they know how to use their powers and how to fight. It's not enough, though.

the pink haired girl is the first to fall, a beam of energy clipping clean through her chest and destroying her wings.

Cessily is next, taken apart by what seems to be a powerful magnetic field.

next is the rock man. shattered to pieces with a single blast.

Julian falls next, as the robot traps the two inside a forcefield. with nowhere else to go, the sand tears him apart.

the girl in the niqab dies next, the robot taking advantage of her shock at killing her own teammate.

finally, it closes in on Victor]

[mind_over_metal]

*defensively, his mind casts a cover of black blankness over both of their sleeping consciousnesses, though it doesn't wake them up yet -- just giving them both a chance to come back to themselves*

[skinofalizard]

[that's not where the dream ends -- the sudden blackness is enough to cause him to jerk awake, swallowing a scream as he does]

[mind_over_metal]

*his arms tighten reflexively around Victor, as if trying to stop himself from falling -- though what his mind is doing is trying to cushion both his and Victor's crash into separate wakefulness out of the shared dream -- as his eyes snap open, a noise of something strangling itself in his throat*

[skinofalizard]

[i'm not sure what part of holding a dude that is used to sleeping alone and was having a pretty severe nightmare is a good idea, but he's definitely bursting free with his monsterarm and leaping to the wall to get a better assessment of the situation]

--what--Professor!?

[mind_over_metal]

*bowled over onto his back with the wind knocked out of him a bit. take a moment and then just turns his head to look at Victor*

...terribly sorry about this.

[skinofalizard]

[it takes him a few moments, but he eventually drops off the wall onto the ground in front of the Professor.

feel free to ignore the giant scar on his stomach. or not]

Professor...I--I'm sorry.