#providemon

@providemon

It’s been a long day, and Oz stares at his bed wondering if he should even try getting rest. Eventually he reasons it’s better than actively staying awake and thinking and dwelling. Counting sheep is better than what he broods over at the moment no matter how dull it seems.

Miraculously, however, sleep finds him quickly. It’s such a pleasant surprise.... until it’s met with an unpleasant one. Even in the void, as his mindscape materializes, he senses an unwelcome visitor, one he partially blames for this mess.

I'LL REMAKE THE UNIVERSE IN WHATEVER IMAGE I PLEASE I'LL TAKE DISTANT SUNS AND SLAM DUNK THEM IN THE NET OF THE MILKY WAY

♥ --- “Sorry I’m late! There was traffic going through Sector Two... Can’t imagine why,” he says, rolling his eyes just to denote the sarcasm. “Oh, you ordered for me!”

You still can’t find your say home. You’re filthy and you probably smell, but things aren’t as bad as they were when you first arrived. The city’s becoming less scary, now that you know that monsters, though few, are walking freely (or, as freely as anyone can, here). There’s comfort in that. There’s also comfort in the park, where you soon find yourself lost in the winding paths lined with summer wildflowers. You keep to yourself, mostly, stopping only to pick a single bloom that’s grown between two slabs of the concrete sidewalk. But before you can pluck it from its home, the ground on which you stand is shadowed over in a distinct triangular shape.

When you raise your head to meet its single eye, you realize that it doesn’t look like a threat; quite the opposite, in fact. You even smile at it. “Hello,” you greet it.

@providemon​

    --- [ ♡ ] WHATEVER IT IS, WHEREVER he is, and whoever in the world wanted him to come here. Phrases carefully cut from questions that run in his mind. They are barred from satisfaction by none other than his tormented senses. Craving. Curious. Contemplating. What processing power he might have is spent on entertaining his nagging subconscious, pulling it into focus, drawing power from the crystal clear imagery brought about by what caught his eye from the very beginning--

    A pyramid, reigning ruler over the sky. 

Big things are coming. 

    Whatever it is. Wherever it is. Questions he can’t answer without jumping to conclusions, and said conclusions never forgave him for his mistakes before. Whoever in the world wanted him to come here...

                   「 ☠ 」—» The dream started off like any other. Nico walked among the sunlight, tall grass swishing around him, his mother’s hand in his. He was small again, just a boy, still innocent and pure. Bianca walked beside him, and a deep sense of peace was instilled in his heart. It was pure bliss. Until something shifted, something cracked, and suddenly Nico was big, his aviator jacket heavy on his shoulders and his long black hair swaying in his eyes. Everything around him was smudgy, not quite all the way there, and suddenly his dream was less surreal and more like reality. More like how it was when he walked through the dreams of others. His mother and sister were gone, but Nico could sense he wasn’t alone.