Do you want to learn how to traumatize your brother via shared nightmare and have it last? Well, here you go.
Cress would not be holding any bottles of champagne for a while, if Chili could help it.
Chili tried to scream for Cress to cease, stop, no, no, don't do that, there are better ways to end a dream, but it was too late. Now he had not only one dead brother melded with the carpet, but another who lay in a pool of glass and blood-red champagne.
"C-C-Cress...!" stuttered the remaining brother as he fell to his knees at Cress's side. He couldn't help the tears that rolled down his cheeks: it wasn't real, he tried to remind himself, but something about this Cress felt so damned real, something about this room felt like Cress, and...
Chili found himself fading from the dream, like he was being saved from the imminent death of Cress and his made-up restaurant. Maybe it was for the best, but Chili didn't want to leave his dying brother. "No, no!" he screamed, crawling on hands and knees through the champain to grip onto Cress's torso. It wouldn't be enough to keep him from being booted from Cress's dreamspace, however.
oh my fucking god you are out of control
Cress would not be holding any bottles of champagne for a while, if Chili could help it.
Chili tried to scream for Cress to cease, stop, no, no, don't do that, there are better ways to end a dream, but it was too late. Now he had not only one dead brother melded with the carpet, but another who lay in a pool of glass and blood-red champagne.
"C-C-Cress...!" stuttered the remaining brother as he fell to his knees at Cress's side. He couldn't help the tears that rolled down his cheeks: it wasn't real, he tried to remind himself, but something about this Cress felt so damned real, something about this room felt like Cress, and...
Chili found himself fading from the dream, like he was being saved from the imminent death of Cress and his made-up restaurant. Maybe it was for the best, but Chili didn't want to leave his dying brother. "No, no!" he screamed, crawling on hands and knees through the champain to grip onto Cress's torso. It wouldn't be enough to keep him from being booted from Cress's dreamspace, however.