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"If you do not feel as strongly... you shall not stop me."

An echoing tease that always loops in his head, even in silly dreams. But this one gleams with something special... yet dark. Hilbert is sitting in a lonely chair, complete with a lonely room that has very little decoration. White pasted on the walls and concrete, but facing a music box. It's just as lonely, singing those words. It's mocking him. An unfinished melody he traded for... for what?

"They can't see you, Hilbert."

He gasps, his deadened expression animated with shock. A different melody. A different taunt. The boy motions towards the box, but it welcomed by the rush of water giving him a forceful push from behind. Seemingly from nowhere, but gladly grasping his form and lungs. He coughs, desperate for oxygen and the reach of the musical box floating nearby. It continues to sing:

"They can't see you, Hilbert. They can't see you."

"No, no, no!" the boy wants to scream, but the liquid takes his words and simply chokes. He's reaching, the tip of his finger barely touching the wooden surface. It takes one more try, one more reach. Barely managing to keep himself afloat, he tries for one last stretch--

"Who is Hilbert?"

God. No. Please no, stop it.

"I don't know." "Who is that?" "Who?" "Who are you?"

Voices that he recognizes, each a little squeeze around his throat. The boy with a permanently serious expression. The girl who always smiled. The boy with green hair. Faces among faces that matched each voice, unable to make certain who he was. They were fading away into the distance, each and every one of them. Even the most frequent, a dreadfully sweet voice that matched the face of a particular girl. Hilbert allowed his weight to carry him down, eyes locked on the girl as he slowly lost consciousness. She has golden curls. She stands at the bottom as if she could easily breathe through this terror. Tilting her head, she mouths "who are you?"

[Hilbert wakes with a shuddering startle, his vision blurred with tears and feeling warm with sweat. He flutters his eyes before rubbing his face sore, murmuring to himself. Choking into a sob, Zorua crawls from under the covers and curls up at his side. Eventually quietening into light breathing, he says one clear thing to himself:]

Stupid.

(ooc: /punches formatting in the FAAAACE)

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[At that, Yukari lets out a sigh--mostly of relief, though there's some exasperation in there, too. She doesn't appreciate it when her efforts to reach out are just laughed off like that, but...

Hearing his apology softens her mood and she looks away from the screen for a moment, not wanting to stare.]

...Good.

[She's glad for that at least. She hasn't seen him in a while now, and she doesn't want him to be all shaken up now that she finally has.]

And I can hope the same for you?

[He bends out of display to return with Zorua in his arms. Apparently this conversation is working nicely, as by the lack of tension as he carries on the conversation. Sorry Yukari, even teasing you a bit helped!]

Things have been a bit more odd than usual lately. Like this weird little event.

[D-D'awwww, Zorua.

Yukari smiles and is momentarily distracted; so for a moment, she isn't even thinking about how he teased her. But then at the question, she snaps back. Somehow, the smile is still there.]

Yeah, I've been fine. [Not to worry at all; she pretty much always is.] It is weird though, isn't it? I wasn't expecting these things to record dreams when I saw them.

[The feed shifts a little as she examines the Dreamberry; but then it goes back to its original position, fixed on her.]

Well, I could say it's better than being invaded by a huge monster like that one time. But no one really likes their private dreams slash thoughts invaded, right?

No, I guess not...

It's not that much worse than the time we all had those thought bubbles above our head, though.

[At least dreams had a chance of being amusing and not traumatizing. The bubbles displayed everything they were thinking, though...

She wonders if he was awake for that one.]

[He's giving you the "funny look".]

Wait, what? When? Huh? [—Apparently not.]

Uh... [Yeah, she'll take that as a no. Those questions also--where does she even begin?]

It was a like a month ago. Maybe more--

[sheepish laugh] Um, don't worry about it.

I'll try to pretend it's was rainbows and sunshine while I was gone.

[Yeeeeah, and he doesn't really want to hear about that havoc. At least for now.]

...Yeah.

[Rainbows and sunshine. Sure, they'll go with that. It's...probably for the best or something.]

Guess you should try to get some rest, too. Er... y'know. More rest.

[Since he'd been sleeping before this rude interruption. Who knows how much longer they'd be stuck with these weird dream phones?]

[And now for the huffy swaying. More sleep? He's not really sure about that idea.]

I don't know... what if that happens... again?

...You could try putting the phone in another room.

[Would that actually work? Huh. She doesn't sound too sure, but the words escape her lips before she can protest or think about it.]

Hm.

May.

Be.

[He begins to stretch, quickly welcoming the idea.] Okay, one last try. Don't peek if this happens again, for my saaake~

[Pfffft.

She isn't making any promises |D But--]

Okay, okay...

G'night then, Hilbert.

[One last smile.]

Goodnight, Yukari.

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