sorumegane13:

Soo I had a surreal/frightening dream with me as Prompto…

Nightmare was my best friend before so having a terrifying inducing dream sometimes doesn’t bother me. Heck it’s one of the reasons why I was inspired to draw and write before! It gave me a story to tell.

Years gone by and nightmares aren’t a thing anymore. They are rare and often time they feel abstract and so out of this world that I cannot even describe what the heck is going on. But–

Never have I experienced abstract, fan character entering and terrifying. Nah, unsettling is more accurate. I love it when I’m a character I love but Prompto is my first for something so – I don’t know man I feel queasy.

I remembered that I was Prompto, roughly at the age 25. As an article photographer/journalist, I was requested to go down and investigated this horrible looking cabin looking all sorts of wrong (huge cabin. Doorless entrance, windows the size of only your face). In the middle of no where that I had to travel by boat. I had a companion so I was fine but it didn’t stop me from feeling so scared.

The place was cold. Deathly cold that I have to put on some heavy clothing on and ended up looking like a human sized buritto. I was amused seeing I was currenly Prompto, I took a picture of myself… Only to see red at the end result. Thought it was my lenses so I tried again. Red. Just dirty bloody red. I delete the photo immediately and moved on.

On our way there, my phone kept on getting calls from a number I don’t know. I thought it was just a person who got the wrong number but then a text arrived that just said “waiting”. Nothing wrong. Until I noticed a picture attachment. The same one that I deleted. Queasy. I moved on.

The cabin was horrible. Worse than in the picture. When you enter the cabin the only way you can go is left or right hallway. Geeze. My companion who I’m sure is Ignis by this point because I remembered seeing his face a lil was calming me down. Apparently I was seized by panic. Who wouldn’t?

Ticking sounds can be heard echoing inside the cabin. Ignis doesn’t seem bothered so prolly it was me… That made me feel even more terrified. But too late to turn back. As I take more photos and jot down somethings in my note pad. There’s this one hall way that made a new sound in time with the ticking. Like a dumbass I was I followed, sttracted by the sound. Ignis was nowhere with me. I wish I hadn’t though because at the end of the hall there’s one door open, it’s not dark since the sun is filtering in the room but it doesn’t stop me from feeling stoned.

A child, wearing bright yellow summer dress with frizzy hair was stabbing on a person in sync woth the ticking clock. The corpse has plenty of stab holes and the child was aiming for the head. What scared me was the child’s face. Red. Dark red and the dried blood is stuck on their face. Eyes almost popping out from their sockets. A smile that was stretched so impossibly wide that the size is longer than the width of their face. They said they were waiting but waiting for what? It has been awhile since I see a face like that because last I remembered was when I was a child. A bride came screeching and tried to choke me. That one got her face torn off and has maggots on it and it burns. But that’s besides the point.

The point is I was stricken and the child started to move. That’s when I began running. The hallway was long and endless and I was on the verge of crying from panick and I couldn’t breathe that it hurts. My legs felt like jello they were heavy but I pushed on anyway and their footsteps got faster and mine got slower. The moment the child got me and ready puncture a hole on my face with their knife I woke up.

So uhm. I ended up laughing because that was bizzare. Terrifyingly bizzare because my fantasies combine with my nightmare it felt like a weird fucked fanfiction going on.