#gideon 02

Today had been a stressful day of work, and Gideon’s head felt full of cotton. He’d had nightmares the past couple of weeks that usually woke him up like the dead, and today he’d stopped by the drug store for melatonin in the hopes that it would help him sleep through the night, at least. If that failed, he’d honestly have to start thinking about some form of sedative to keep him down and dreamless.

He’d only just laid his head down to rest, turned on his side and clutching his Sleeping Sylveon to his chest, when he heard it. The ungodly sound of Thanos Kazakis, moaning through his wall. Gideon’s eyes snapped open, and he knew he was on the verge. He needed sleep. He needed everything to be quiet, he needed it to not be hot anymore, and he needed this fucking guy to shut his damn mouth.

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In retrospect, a midnight mystery hunt in the catacombs of District Delta wasn't the best plan. Especially not alone, not to mention that it was Devil's Night, in the wee hours of the morning where kids and teenagers were bound to be wreaking havoc on the city. But oddly enough, it was mostly silent down here. Dipper could only hear his footsteps and his heart beating in his throat. There wasn't anything creepier about this place than normal, he told himself. Nothing out of the ordinary for a dark labyrinth of stone walls lined with mysterious glyphs. 

Suddenly a sound that's not his own catches his attention, and Dipper spins on his heel, holding a lantern out in front of him in hopes that the source would no longer be in the shadows. With no such luck, he glances around.