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The shifting of worlds-
merging together
The rumbling of the house matching the rumbling of a train
There's something rising, like the suffocating water he tumbled in-
dragging him deeper and deeper below
As he slowly closes his eyes, he catches a glimpse of the one
Whom steals children's souls with lies..
As quickly as the sinking feeling started to turn to falling, I was jolted awake. "gGAh!... uuuuuuhhhhhhgggggg....." I collapsed back onto the bed and sighed. Night terrors... After what happened with Greg and Beatrice and..... that Woodsman- I've never been able to sleep well. After the hospital and back at home when Sara listened to the tape- let's just say that she put me down gently. I sighed, exhausted. Man- it was so embarrassing when I got rejected. There was poetry and clarinet... poetry and clarinet!! I wail out in embarrassment as I dig my hands into my eyes. Poetry! AND clarinet! How am I ever gonna live this down?? She's gonna remember me as the boy who handed her a tape containing cringey poetry and mediocre clarinet playing!! I can't believe myself.. I poured my heart and soul into that tape just to get rejected. Oh well, what can you do, right? I slowly pushed myself up to sit on the side of the bed, clasping my hands together and looking down at my feet. I can trust Sara... she's not gonna tell anyone about the tape.. right? I just hope that Jason FUNDERBERKER doesn't know what's on it.. wait- WHAT IF HE ASKS SARA ABOUT IT AND SHE TELLS HIM- "OH SHIT..!" I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs to put my shoes on. Greg took notice and out of curiosity he asked, " Oh hey Wirt! Are you going on another adventure? Can I come? " I sighed out of annoyance, "No Greg, I'm just going to go deal with something real quick... I'll be back in probably a few minutes anyways." Greg frowned and childishly made a gesture with one hand on his hip and with the other made a fist and swinged, "Aw beans... I guess we'll go on another adventure sometime later then. Okay! I'm gonna go look for Jason Funderberker, that silly old frog o' mine." Greg then waddled off to look for their frog. I shrugged, typical Greg. I then remembered why I was downstairs in the first place and then resumed to rush out the door after clumsily putting my shoes on.
I quickly made my way to Sara's house, pulling out my phone and clumsily typing in my password and messaging Sara.
Wirt: SARA
Wirt: SARA DID YOU TELL JASON FUNDERBERKER ABOTU THE TAPE
Sara: Whu? No I didnt
Sara: Also r u ok? Why r u typing in all caps?
Wirt: OH THANK GOD
Wirt: Yeag- I'm just... PLEASE don't tell Jason Funderberker about what's on the tape
Sara: lmao chill dude, you dont have to worry abt it
Sara: I wont tell him anything
Wirt: thank you
Wirt: Also, is it okay if we hang out? I uh, I kinda ran to your house while I was texting- which is pretty counterintuitive since I was running here to ask if you told him in the first place- And I'm out of breath
Sara: lmaoooo sure
Sara: also
Sara: u dont mind if Jason is here too, right?
Wirt: what
I went blank, mouth agape, as I knocked on the door and she opened it.. and JASON FUNDERBERKER peeked out from the other room.
I walked on in and slipped my shoes off while Sara closed the door behind me. She turned to me and smiled warmly " You know, you don't have to take your shoes off. " I answered back, " I don't wanna get mud and stuff all over your floors." She then just shrugged, "suit yourself." We both made our way to the living room, y'know, where Jason FUNDERBERKER is. He's just sitting there... menacingly... as if he owned the place... Sara then sat plopped down onto the sofa and patted on the spot beside her and Jason FUNDERBERKER. I hesitantly took a seat and they started talking.