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- >"Oh, Glooooory!"
- >Your blood runs cold as the familiar voice breaks through your slumber.
- >I-it can't be.
- >"I know you're there, Glory!"
- >Your breathing speeds up as you begin to shake in your bed.
- >He can't be here.
- >You just have to ignore him.
- >Footsteps, slow and purposeful, grow closer and louder as you try to calm yourself.
- >He's not there.
- >He can't be.
- >Closing your eyes tightly, you force your body to relax, and slowly stop trembling.
- >Releasing a shaky breath, you open your eyes.
- >It ended years ago, but the nightmares still wake you up at night.
- >But you know you need to move on, and get on with your --
- >"Boo!"
- >You shriek as something grabs you, and you instinctively kick back as it releases you.
- >"Whoa there."
- >You freeze as you hit the bed.
- >This isn't a dream.
- >"After all this time, that's how you greet me?"
- >Heart pounding as the tremors start again, you slowly turn around, willing him away.
- >"Rather rude, Morning."
- >Chills run through your body as you see the tall silhouette standing beside your bed, his face barely illuminated by the moonlight streaming through your window.
- >"I thought we were friends."
- "A-Anon."
- >"That's my name, don't wear it out."
- >Your teeth chatter with the sudden cold as thoughts race through your mind.
- "B-but y-you can't be h-here! You can't. You can't. You can't. You can't..."
- >You softly repeat yourself, as if this mantra would somehow restore sense to the world.
- >"Oh? And why not, Glory? Why can't I visit my good friend?"
- >Your breath hitches as you see him smile, leaning over you.
- "B-because you're dead!"
- >He just stares at you with a smile.
- "Y-you died in the c-cold n-next to me because w-we couldn't afford blankets!"
- >Your words speed up as you hyperventilate.
- "A-and you inspired m-me to move on and f-fight destiny, a-and now I have a j-job and a h-house a-and a therapist who says these nightmares should go away!"
- >Your wavering voice grows more confident as you reassure yourself of all the things you've talked about in your sessions.
- "And that's why you can't be here, and you're not real! You inspired me, and you're just a manifestation of my guilt over letting my friend die in circumstances that --"
- >When his ice-cold finger presses itself to your muzzle, the words die in your throat.
- >"That's all well and good, dear Morning, but, you see, this is no nightmare."
- >The panic begins to rise again as a freezing hand grabs your back left hoof tightly.
- >"And though I left and you've moved on, that doesn't mean I've moved on."
- >The once-warm hand of your friend starts to drag you back as you frantically scramble to grab on to your warm bed, your nice curtains, anything.
- >"It doesn't mean... we've... moved on."
- >Dizzy as your heart races, you look around your rapidly retreating room in a panic, as the knots in the wooden walls seem to resolve into hundreds of pairs of eyes, staring at you.
- >"It's time to get back to work, Morning."
- >A sudden jerk sends you tumbling back as you flail for a moment, before landing on your face.
- >No longer feeling the icy hand on your hoof, you jump up as your heart stops at what you see.
- >Wet cardboard.
- "No..."
- >Rain leaking through a box.
- "I-it can't..."
- >A sign listing prices.
- "T-this..."
- >5 bits hoofjob
- "I-I..."
- >10 bits fulltime
- >A whimper escapes your mouth.
- >20 bits anything
- "I-I w-was f-free!"
- >Your weak legs drop you into the puddle slowly forming in your familiar home as you finally realize the truth.
- "I-I'll n-never be f-free..."
- >Your tears stream silently into the rain as thunder gently rumbles overhead.
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