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no goodnight doodle i was too busy memeing oops

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[Nightmare] A dark area with no distinguishable features. Just blackness. And the voice of a little girl crying out for her father.

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Send my muse a nightmare.

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"Thank you"? Again? He hadn’t even done anything this time. More and more he was feeling like Starlight really was from a completely different world. He simply responded to things so much different than expected, so much more generously. It very nearly seemed like he was too good to be true.

The ex-hero lifted his head slowly to look around the clearing. Ice had formed a shiny layer over the bark of some trees, just a reminder of the frigid climate, but…

"Yeah… it is nice right here." His ears lifted slightly off his head, eyes combing over the forest. "Open enough that you don’t feel crowded, but not so much you’re worried. And Knothole’s maybe ten yards that way," he pointed a thumb back over his shoulder, pointing the same direction as a pair of footprints in the snow. "You’d never know it, though. Kids did good, keeping hidden. Think they picked the last place you’d ever look…" Yep, he was impressed with the younger Freedom Fighters. At the very least, they seemed to think through things well in advance.

Starlight didn’t know why but the snow made the scene look more beautiful. Maybe it was because it was so new to him or maybe it was because of the snow? But one thing for sure: he loved it here. This was his ideal peaceful place to go to when things would get tough. Though it was a shame that it was in a world where he had to forget about. A real shame. He would’ve liked to have seen his alternate more, the world more. Sadly, not everything is made to last or to happen. He was going to have to accept that.

"It’s very peaceful. They did a great job it seems. You have some heroes in the making for this place," his eyes hadn’t opened so he missed the thumb point to Knothole, "Aha, I’m sure they’ll be great people when they grow up, no doubt. I hope my son also grows up to be a good person. I’d hate to see something happen to him." Starlight was his son’s only parent, so he was going to make sure that Manic was going to get the best in his life.

"Still, seems like everything is alright here. It’s a lovely place. I’m glad I got to see it’s beauty. Even if it’s just this one time only."

His ears turned to Starlight and his head picked up a bit. A… son? Heroes? Beauty? One time only? Everything about that little segment of speech confused him a bit, he had to stop and sort through it piece by piece. The wind gusted again, and he pulled up his hands to rub against his shoulders. The ice crystals from his finger were brushed onto the sweatshirt while he managed to finish formulating his sentences in preparation to speak.

"You… really are something. Calling this beautiful." To him it was just cold and… well, dead. "As for the kids being heroes, I sure hope so. We’re… a bit short on them, thanks to Dr. Robotnik…" God, he’d never be able to forget that January…

"And… I’m sure your son will be fine." Even if the older hedgehog wasn’t just — well, whatever he was, he seemed to have a decent head on his shoulders. "You don’t seem like the type that’d let him get hurt… or get away with shit.

"… What’s his name?"

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IT’S HERE

MY CHAOS

Oh MY GOD sousedonkpop I think I wanna cosplay this!!!!

NO ONE ELSE MAKE A GIFSET OF THIS. I’M CALLING DIBS!!!!!

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[Sweatshirt Sonic/Nightmare] Your feet are stuck to the ground, no matter how much you struggle you won't budge. A few feet in front of you, you see Amy... she starts screaming to you, please come closer, come closer, but you can't move, please Amy... and suddenly, a gunshot is heard and she falls to the floor.

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The hedgehog bolted upright so fast his head hit the plywall side of the cabin and cracked it. He fell back onto his haunches, hands darting up to cover the river of blood pouring from his forehead, pieces of wood digging into the skin. His breath formed a cloud around his head, eyes blurring and unable to clearly see even the knees he had drawn up to his chest.

No one woke to the commotion. Nothing was stirring outside and the air was cold as death. The grey cotton around his shoulders did nothing to stop his shaking. He pressed his palms against the splinters in his skull, driving them deeper. He’d rather feel that than the agony his chest was in.

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[Nightmare] There's a tin man a-knockin' at your door, Hedgehog.

The former hero just barely ducked out of the way of a blow from the robot, starting to tear apart the buildings. He was too afraid to flee, too afraid to fight, the scene all too familiar to him where he didn’t know if this was now or years ago.

…—…

The metal doors of the belly of the bot slammed shut, leaving him in total darkness. He tried to jump at where the light had been before, but a - S H O C K - was sent through his blood before he could reach it.

No… nonononONO NO NO NO I CAN’T DO THIS AGAIN I CAN’T I CAN’T I —”

— — —

"SONIC!"

The blue hedgehog jolted awake, crashing his head against that of someone leaning over him. Amy, Tails, someone else, he didn’t fucking know, he just curled up as far as he could go and started to rock back and forth, whimpering.

"I can’t, I c-can’t…”

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[Nightmare Meme] Screams for help, agonising screams for help. However Mystery can only save one person, but who to save? There were many people around him no doubt, each of their voices begging - no, crying for help. Whatever happened to them? Why were they in trouble? What if he couldn't do it? What if he had to watch them a l l suffer, knowing he couldn't a damn thing about it?

He felt bombarded on all sides, physical and emotional agony being projected onto him from the unseen victims. He tried desperately to reach some of them, any of them, but as soon as he thought he had a grip they were whisked away like phantoms. One by one he heard their final screams —

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Mystery gasped himself back to consciousness, tears running the tracks of his cheek markings and wetting his shirt. He sat up quickly, rubbing the water from his eyes as his breathing struggled back to normal.

After a few moments, he closed his eyes again and focused, feeling for objects and people around him, picking up and putting down things of no consequence. If he wasn’t going to sleep for the rest of the day, might as well reassure himself it was just a dream.

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[Nightmare] Riley's in the ocean, swimming. Seems normal enough, no harsh currents. But all of a sudden she feels weighted down. She can't breathe, and the more she tries to swim the slower she goes and the faster she sinks. Eventually, even the sunlight is out of view...

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Victoria: did i just wreck a character /hit
Bekah: very possibly bUT TO BE HONEST I'M NOT SURE?
Bekah: again, really depends on placement of the dream in his life
Victoria: where it'll get to him the most :c //hIT
Bekah: yOU REALLY WANNA GO THERE???
Victoria: I
Victoria: SCREAMS IDK DO I
Bekah: IDK DO YOU
Victoria: IM SO SCARED BU T .....
Victoria: IDK MAYBE................
Bekah: YES OR NO GIVE ME A SOLID ANSWER SO I CAN SAY FOR SURE THAT YOU ASKED FOR IT OR NOT
Victoria: UH
Victoria: YES BC I HATE MYSELF
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LET THE RECORD REFLECT THAT SHE DID INDEED ASK FOR THIS: