*oh what a familiar, horrid dark room*

*grayish dark blue walls and a welcoming atmosphere if it weren’t for her state*

*there she was*

*lying motionless on the ground, hair tangled over her disheveled face, hand limply holding a cigarette stub*

*Radio dropped to his knees, just like last time*

*and held her, just like last time*

*calling an ambulance, fearing this would be her last moments. Just as before*

*but unlike before*

*the police never picked up*

*unlike before*

rules: your chosen character(s) all get some well-deserved rest…aaaand then the wack lore dreams start happening.

When entering/exiting a door or similar, your character has a chance of ending up in someone else’s dream of your choice.

this will run for the next few days for plot purposes. It’s not mandatory, and you can use as few or as many characters as you want. The reason for all of this is currently unknown. Maybe it’s a file refresh?

You didn’t happen to…

*But she was gone.*

*He glanced around the parking lot, but couldn’t see her, and then shaking his head, he looked back down that road. Trying to find Cerys in the dark was a stupid idea, but a little voice in the back of his mind begged him to try, to see what would happen. With a sigh, Dafydd walks the route he knows Cerys would have.*

*It’s not too far, just a handful of miles, and his eyes scan every inch of it. Maybe she dropped her phone, that’s why she didn’t answer it, and so he keeps an eye out for it.*

*He takes the shortcut he knows Cerys loves to take, through a little bit of parkland, a dirt path through a small copse of trees. The mud and tree roots make it hard to walk along, he has to go slow, constantly looking down at his feet to make sure he doesn’t trip. And then he turns a bend, and his heart drops.*

*He runs forward, almost slips as he gets close to her. There’s blood, coating the side of her head, painting the rock beneath her. In his heart he knows what happened, knows it’s too late, knows that she’s cold, stiff, lifeless.*

*Still he drops to his knees beside her, rests his head on her chest, hoping against hope for a sign she’s still alive. He finds it. Her chest barely rises, her breathing shallow, her heartbeat weak. But she’s alive. He fumbles his jacket off, presses it against her still bleeding wound, and with one hand dials for an ambulance. She’s alive. Not out of the woods yet, but alive. She’ll make it, she’s tough. She’s alive.*

*Grif startled awake, breathing heavily. This was wrong, that’s not what happened. It’s wrong. All wrong. But... but what if it wasn't... what if there was some shred of truth in the dream?* 

No. No, no, no, no. 

*He could have saved her. If he’d been brave, if he’d thrown caution to the wind, he could have saved her. But he was a coward, chose to play things safe, to wait until morning. And she died because of it.*

*He clutched at his pillow, burying his face into it, his tears staining the fabric.*

It’s spring. Her favorite and least favorite season. The flowers by the graves are fresh, making the air heavy with their scent. The sun filters through the new leaves on the trees as she walks to the train station. It’s Friday. Work is over for the week, at least on paper. A mourner’s job is never truly done, is it?

She’s always in white these days, for some reason. She wanted to keep wearing black after the funeral, but she just kept wearing her normal white instead. The grass parts as she walks from the graveyard to the station, near the tracks. She hums as she walks, something slow and quiet.

“Hey!”

She whirls around.

“Hey, what’re you doing?”

Her face lights up.

“You’re so slow, you know.”

She rolls her eyes at the two of them. The younger crosses his arms but smiles anyways.

“It’s the heels. Seriously, you need to stop wearing those all the time, you’ll trip in the grass.”

“Oh, hush.”

She turns to face them.

“Well, if you’re just fine walking in those, How’saboooout we race up that hill!”

And with that, the younger grins and runs off, leaving the elder to facepalm. Not one to be outdone, she runs after him, throwing an inconvenient branch out of the way and-

For those who dont know crossination I introduce the multiverse DreamQuest. Most if the original sanses have either grown older and changed objectives and alliances over the years, cross in this multiverse has managed to hijack or rather copy bits of nightmares codes onto himself in order to become stronger, though upon doing this not only did the code attach to his abilities but his entire state of being, as if cross himself had eaten and nightmare apple.

Canonically dream and cross had been in a relationship before crosses stunt, however the two barley see each other now, either cross avoiding his now distant relationship but refusing to call dream his Ex. The two often battle as crossination now has his own motives to overthrow nightmare and replace him, while being much less aggressive than nightmare and having some soft spots left he has a twisted sense of humor and sadistic tactics in order to feed off of negativity- often getting involved indirectly to put a monster into a uneasy situation, stalking them and causing events to scare them or emotionally taunt them.

While crossination is a bad guy, no matter how many times dream shots him or attacks him to try and stop him for continuing his plans he never genuinely fights back, only doing enough to get dream to back off- usually though crossination will flee from a fight with dream.

(You may use crossination in any stories, comics, original character/sans lore and even profiles, HOWEVER please do not use ANY of the art I draw of him)

(I drew DQ dream and DQ cross in leviathantale, cuz whynot)

Evol - The Dark Dreamquest Part I