Fix the Roof I think the Universe Fell In

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Chapter 25: Dreaming of Wanderland

Kyoko's POV…

"Bob?" My voice echoed out into a dark, but comforting blackness.

The darkness was endless, I'd noticed as I walked forward for a long time. It was silent, empty as my echoed voice seemed to be swallowed up by it.

((Where are you?))

A single voice, not mine, seemed to come from far away. Carrying a childish lilt in its tone, like it was laughing as well as weeping…

Then I saw it…

A light…

A tiny pinpoint of light, against the dark pitch…

((One little dreamer))

'That voice,' familiar but…

((sittin' on her bed))

I shook my head and continued forward… Ignoring the little voice as it grew not louder, but softer. But it grew harder, and harder to ignore as I walked forward.

((had a bunch o' roses, and dreamin' in her head))

"Bob?" I whispered, almost as quiet as the dark voice was.

((They called her bright eyes, you called her none))

I never changed my pace, I followed that light, steadily getting closer as the light grew ever-so-slightly bigger as I neared it further.

((Carousel lights and cotton candy beds))

I came to a wall and what had been making the light…

((Then a fateful day came all along))

I stared, with wide eyes.

((they wanted her eyes))

There was something tacked to the wall…

((then she said, tis you I despise))

It looked like a bloody piece of animal hide, still fresh, dripping blood down the stark white wall and running onto the floor. The coppery blood staining white fur-

((Other is lonely…))

I took a step back.

That was a piece of Roveros tacked to the wall. I touched it softly, shaking a bit as s small scrap of bloody fur came off in my hand…

I tensed, something was behind me, fear's gripping me, I'm afraid to look… But I have to.

I take a step back and spin 'round…

To face a mirror.

I saw myself, a younger version, complete with blue hair and facial stripes.

The reflection wore no expression, her eyes shadowed by her hair… Slowly she raised her head…

A glint… She had a butcher knife in her hand, and by the dim light of the scrap of Roveros's coat, I could see the bloodstains…

((Other is lonely))

The reflection smiled manically as her head raised a little more and her arms shot out of the mirror…

((Come play.))

She had to be kidding right? I may be a risk-taker but I haven't gotten to the point of being suicidal yet! Hell no! I did what I usually do, RUN AWAY!

((We'll play hide and seek))

I ran and I ran and I ran some more, the darkness never ended. The light of the wall had long faded into the surrounding blackness. I breathed, my lungs felt cold…

I walked forward…

And I soon stood at a boundary… Seemingly separating a world of blackness from a world of grey…

I looked back, into the impenetrable darkness. Then decided to move forward, onto a dusty grey path, surrounded by grey, sickly trees that seemed to stretch their bare branches over the path, like long, crooked fingers.

I moved forward, eyeing the trees warily as I went past.

Soon the path ended, at a small trailer, I moved to ignore it.

But my feet kept going, they wouldn't stop. I couldn't stop myself, as much as I screamed in my mind to move away, I couldn't stop myself from approaching the door, couldn't stop as I knocked on it.

The door swung open, I walked up the small steps. And settled on the small bed… With its inviting quilt of many colors beckoning me…

'No! I couldn't sleep here! Not here, not now!' I chanted in my mind like a mantra, trying to get control of my body. Never the less, my world faded into the darkness of sleep…

OOOOOO

I woke up, wind howling outside like a beast.

The trailer spun violently, tossing and turning as it was tossed and hurled through the sky by the screaming wind. The wind screamed, like a million voices crying out in agonized, tainted harmony.

I barely even felt it when the trailer crashed into the ground, door side up…

I breathed, my ribs smarting numbly as I hauled myself through the torn doorway. I looked up at the grey world around me, and walked away from the trailer.

I had to find a way out of here…

Then, a little bit ahead, I saw a town.

A town on a hill, with its tall grey buildings that seemed to bend under an invisible weight. A steep hill, with a grayish-black gravel road leading down, down, down... Stopping only at a bridge that ran over a dark canal…

A woman stood there in an old, eighteenth-century dress, holding the handlebar of an old baby carriage. Her face, utterly expressionless.

Then she let go the bar, and the carriage started to roll down that steep hill.

I dashed forward, I had to catch it…

Closer…

Closer…

Almost there…

I leapt… And the carriage smashed into my side and we careened into the canal below…

I and the carriage, landed in a canal of darkened gravel… I looked into the baby carriage…

It was empty…

I looked up at the top of the hill, at the woman. Her face had no expression, her eyes were black, no distinction between the whites nor irises.

She began to barrel towards me at an alarming, inhuman speed, her soulless eyes boring into mine as I turned, and fled.

Further and further, faster and faster, a rusted, chain-link fence lay ahead of me. I hopped over it, and ran further, not noticing the woman had ceased her pursuit.

When I'd finally slowed, it was as if I was detached from my body, pain was like a faraway notion.

I was in an old Fairground, falling apart, colors long faded from the booths' wood. Fallen into disrepair after kids had stopped coming…

I passed so many unlabeled booths and rides fallen into decrepit disrepair, until I saw it.

A carousel.

With faded, chipped paint, and broken horses and cracked gazelles… I walked toward it, with an almost hypnotized pace.

I particular figure caught my eye, a faded equine figure. Missing part of its haunches, its legs poised and curved in a strong, graceful leap. It's single, remaining eye trained forward as its single, broken horn pointed forward, as if on the attack.

I fingered for the bit of hair in my pocket, only to touch metal.

I took it out, and stared at a faded grey key.

Slowly I held the key close to my eyes, and caught sight of the carousel's center…

A keyhole.

I approached it and held the key to the box. I stuck the key in…

((Don't open it.))

The Reflection stood there, with its butcher knife and I saw her face.

She had no eyes.

((Stay and play))

She raised her knife…

((Be mine forever))

I gave the key a harsh twist…

She vanished…

((I warned you))

The carousel jerked as a familiar, yet haunting tune began to play. The carousel moved smoothly, as the animal figures began to rise and fall accordingly.

I climbed onto the broken unicorn, and sat precariously on its wooden back as the music grew louder and the carousel picked up speed steadily.

The music got louder and louder, and I realized, it wasn't music. It was screaming.

A chorus of agonized screaming voices, screaming, clawing, wailing… Neverending! Insults, hatred, promises of pain…

I felt something sticky beneath my fingers, I looked down, I was clutching at white fur. Stained with coppery blood, no longer a figurine, but alive. It was Roveros.

Every figurine moved, ran, running round and round as the carousel spun at its own accord.

Roveros bled, his haunches missing and his cracked bleeding skull… Still he ran, I clutched at his bloody mane as I felt a clawed hand make a grab for my ankle…

For the first time in a long time, I truly felt afraid. The screams and cries of the dying and tortured, roaring in my ears.

Unloved.

The carousel spun faster, the world around me blurring…

Who could possibly want you?

Then my body felt like it was on fire, as the fiery acute pain crashed into my awareness.

I was so afraid, I clenched at Roveros's matted mane once again, tighter than ever…

We hate you.

"Doe…" It was Roveros's raspy voice echoed quietly above the screaming, "Let go."

"I can't." I hunched against his bloody, equine form.

"Yes you can…" He said, "Let me go."

He's leaving you.

"You promised," I felt hot tears sting my eyes as the carousel began to careen and spin at an even wilder pace… "You promised you'd be there for me. Forever."

He hates you too.

"As long as you need me, Doe." Roveros answered.

"Help me." I cried, I felt helpless, I couldn't do anything. The clawed hands grabbing my ankles, trying to yank me down into endless oblivion. "I can't do it on my own!"

Nobody loves a weakling.

"Hang onto me." Roveros said as he continued to run.

A clawed hand slashed my calf, missing the grip my mere millimeters. The screams ceased and just roared, rattling my teeth and bones as if a hound from here were near.

Then…

Roveros jumped…

And we fell into oblivion…

Endless darkness, cold death…

A pain smashed into my skull, and the world fuzzed over.

"I'll stay for as long as you need me." Roveros' voice faded quietly.

Another pain smashed into my head, both sides of my skull this time…

"As long as you need me." Roveros wheezed softly. "I'll love you no matter what."

What a lie.

Another pain ploughed into my skull, and the world around me faded…

You know that's a lie.

Colors, orange and yellow…

You know you're unlovable.

Then I woke up.

You know no-one would want you.

A/N: Yeah, I based this chapter off of a nightmare I had when I was 7. It was one of the scariest nightmares I'd ever had in my life and still hasn't been topped. Note, that the last parts, there are different kinds of love, basically Kyoko has never felt truly loved in any way at all. So Roveros is like her mental replacement for such affection. And the terms of being "wanted", I mean like a parent wants a child or her peers wanting to be friends with her. The sort of things that normal/abnormal people tend worry about, I wanted to characterize Kyoko a bit more… Inner fears, insecurities… That kind of thing. Okay, please review, tell me what you guys think! REVIEW! Peace out! ;)