Drabbles: Hell RP

Ever since we had started dating, Ika's been having a strange pattern of images in her dreams. I noticed it one night when I got too curious for my own good and decided to peek into her dream. Ika and the me of her dream were on a date, and I had walked her to a building that seemed to be her home (it was strange, though, that it looked nothing like her actual house). After she had closed the door behind her, I noticed a figure standing next to the window of her house. I walked toward the figure to get a better look of who it was, when the stench of blood reached my nose. There stood a boy around our age with purple hair and a blood-stained knife, standing over my stabbed body.

I figured that this was a nightmare, yet it was strange. It didn't smell like a nightmare, but it didn't smell like a dream either. It was the first time I had encountered such a neutral smell. I didn't want to take any risks in case it was a dream, so I left it be. Out of all dreams I've been in, this was the strangest. Usually, the dream only manifests what is visible to the dreamer's vision. Everything outside of the space is a void. This event -- my corpse and the perpetrator -- was outside of Ika's vision, yet it still existed --

almost like I was instead looking at a memory of the past instead of a normal dream.

The next night of venturing her dreams, Ika was sobbing on a windy cliff that looked over an ocean of rapid waves. Amidst the crashes and pulls of water and sea foam was a faint light. Since it was a dream, I was safe to explore what was glowing within the deep waters. I jumped off the cliff and swam towards the light; as I got closer, I could see that it was coming from a familiar figure tied down by rope-like plants.

It was me.

I looked over my sleeping body as it swayed back and forth along the rhythm of the ocean's ebb and flow. Now that I had a closer look, I could tell that I was a bit different. I looked a lot younger (the face and body size reminded me a lot when I was in early high school). In fact, I was wearing a school uniform. I wondered how Ikamono would have known what I looked like when I was younger to have a dream of me at that age. It was weird looking at myself. It didn't feel like I was dead ... there was still color in my face; it looked more like I was sleeping. I slowly reached out to touch my cheeks to see if there was still warmth, but the body's arm darted up and seized my wrist. I yelped as waves of bubbles left my mouth. It stared back at me with a cold look, not letting me go.

"You're not supposed to be here," my body spoke. The plants that wrapped around the younger me gently reached up toward my direction. I tried to struggle out of my grip before they could reach me and felt something wrap tightly around my ankles and my neck.

"W-What are you talking about? How can you even see me? I made sure to make my presence unnoticeable," I stammered. I felt the plants wrapping around my waist and my free wrist.

"You can't erase god's gaze, not matter how much you try. No matter how many times you try," the younger me spoke. Suddenly, the vines clutching onto my neck tightened into a choke. It was really weird. I felt it choking me. In slight anger, the younger me spoke, "How does it feel to be free? To not have to endure an endless cycle of pain and death, future me? How do you look back onto the past now? Did you try and forget it all? Is the only thing you can do to cope with it now to smile and laugh like you usually do? Tell me."

"I ... have no clue ... w-what the hell you're talkin' about," I wheezed out. An endless cycle? God's gaze? This was getting insane.

"Liar."

I woke up in a cold sweat