Life Is But A Dream...
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Post by fleabittengray on Apr 2, 2016 18:34:01 GMT -7
TW: Nightmare, death, language.
It was dark in her dream. That was normal. It was usually dark in her dreams. But there was usually a flicker of light every so often, symbolic to her as it symbolised her sister. The light in her darkness. But there was no light. There was no flickering. There was just darkness, an endless abyss, and Cookie began to feel like she was suffocating. The blackness was closing in on her and her ears were ringing. Where the fuck was the light?! She began to twitch in her sleep, soft whimper and whines leaving her maw, but she couldn't wake up. The darkness just kept creeping closer until a ringing formed in her ears and she heard screaming, who the fuck was screaming?! In her dream, the darkness strangled her, wrapping around her neck like a serpent, cutting off her oxygen. She was drowning in the darkness. There was no escape. There was no light. There was no Niko. Niko. Niko!
Awakening with a jolt from the few minutes she had managed to grasp of sleep, the smokey black female lifted her head, chest heaving and eyes wide, the sleep fading from her system quickly but the darkness still seemed to be all around her. She gulped, her throat feeling dry, her chest tight. She turned to nudge her sleeping sister's side... only to see that the spot next to her was empty. Not only was it empty, but it was cold. Her twin was not there. Letting out a frightened and childish squeal, the recently turned three year old began to struggle to her feet, swaying unsteadily as she looked around. Her delusional mind began to spin, playing tricks on her as the voice in her head whispered in her ear, mocking her, sneering.
"Look, Cookie! Look and see! She is dead! She died while you were asleep and it's all your fault. You weren't there to protect her. You were too busy sleeping. Didn't I warn you not to sleep?" The young mare looked over at the side of her stall with wide, very pale brown eyes and let out a sickening scream, one that was ignored by the other residents of The Whore House. They were all used to her screams, and the screams of others. They figured she would quiet down eventually. And she did. She let out that one, single scream and then began to walk forward, tears streaming down her face.
Unable to deal with the fact that her sister had actually left her, Cookie's mind had conjured up an image that would haunt her for the rest of her life. Her sister's body lay before her in a pool of blood, mangled and bloodied nearly beyond recognition. She approached with shaking limbs, wheezing out panicked breaths before she collapsed on top of the body, which, in reality, was just a large pile of human dolls that she had managed to collect over the years. She laid there for the rest of the night and into the day, silent and trembling and refusing to move or look at anyone else. It took both Snake and Rob to move her, aided by her father, who gripped her by the nape of her neck and hauled her to her feet, demanding that she get the fuck up and get over whatever it was that was bothering her. After all... there was work to do.
ooc: @bruiser147 you will probably wanna read this just don't let niko see!
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