Canon Update: Sleepwalking!Allen - 05/09/10
The girl in the corner was staring at him.
You're not supposed to be here...
He drew his knees up to his chin. She drew her knees to her chin. He wrapped his arms around his legs. She wrapped her arms around hers.
He wondered if hugging her knees was as comforting to her as it was to him. It was better than not hugging anything at all, anyway.
You're not supposed to be here... I'm not even asleep...
The girl in the corner said nothing.
Why are you here?
Still, the girl in the corner said nothing. She just stared. Big, wide, doe-eyes. Bluer than the bluest sky. They stared at him over the peaks of her knees.
Why. Are. You. Here?
The girl in the corner started to rock.
He realized, rather belatedly, that he started to rock as well.
He's here.
He heard the voice inside his head, and not with his ears. That tone... he knew that tone. It was a not-quite-alive tone.
"Who's here?"
He's here. The Butterfly Man.
"What's wrong with butterflies?"
The girl in the corner started to rock harder.
He's here. He'sherehe'sherehe'shere.
"Who's here? What's wrong with the butterflies? Why are you here?"
He blinked. The girl in the corner disappeared. He blinked again, and coughed suddenly. That smell: like death and rot and drain cleaner.
There were lips pressed against his ear. The voice was low, soft, just above a whisper.
He's here.
And Allen screamed.
You're not supposed to be here...
He drew his knees up to his chin. She drew her knees to her chin. He wrapped his arms around his legs. She wrapped her arms around hers.
He wondered if hugging her knees was as comforting to her as it was to him. It was better than not hugging anything at all, anyway.
You're not supposed to be here... I'm not even asleep...
The girl in the corner said nothing.
Why are you here?
Still, the girl in the corner said nothing. She just stared. Big, wide, doe-eyes. Bluer than the bluest sky. They stared at him over the peaks of her knees.
Why. Are. You. Here?
The girl in the corner started to rock.
He realized, rather belatedly, that he started to rock as well.
He's here.
He heard the voice inside his head, and not with his ears. That tone... he knew that tone. It was a not-quite-alive tone.
"Who's here?"
He's here. The Butterfly Man.
"What's wrong with butterflies?"
The girl in the corner started to rock harder.
He's here. He'sherehe'sherehe'shere.
"Who's here? What's wrong with the butterflies? Why are you here?"
He blinked. The girl in the corner disappeared. He blinked again, and coughed suddenly. That smell: like death and rot and drain cleaner.
There were lips pressed against his ear. The voice was low, soft, just above a whisper.
He's here.
And Allen screamed.