A Purple Rival And No Pancakes

As I touched the oak bench in the dream world how it felt had changed before it was a warm and smooth feeling but now it was replaced by a fuzzy and cold feeling. I opened my palm staring at it, it was trembling because of the cold. This was not any day-to-day thing, I slowly had been putting the clues together.

It was as if my mind and myself had started turning to burn since I started having this dream.

But the mist always protected a red halo, my spine crawled to my head at the mention as I was reminded why I was here.

I sat on the bench like the first time I had this dream, relaxing my head and looking at the sky. The cyan-blue sword manifested in my hand like normal but when I look at it this time the cyan glow was almost fully gone about to be devoured and void of sun.

"What was I doing again?" My back felt cold "Oh right..."

My mother was frightened as soon as she heard about my dream turning away from her face ignorantly, then again I can't remember anything before 4 years. My life was sealed like a pipe that was stuck and barely holding up.

My thoughts changed how the sword shined I didn't see this as a lone sword anymore, it was what was leftover. I feel so dramatic that I couldn't help but giggle at my thoughts.

I leaned forward staring at my legs, clenching the cyan sword clenching Ren.

"So you are a parasite?" I asked the black figure, not daring to take a look at myself.

"..."

"No response huh?"

"No" Our voices were synchronized not even a little difference could be noticed, we were the same, and yet so far away: We both giggled he was greedy and I was bold.

"Why don't you sit down?" I looked at the black mist, his face now exposed one of a pure soul. As if the mist was just a mask you wear as an entertainer. His face was just a giddy little smile a child would have but he wasn't me as I thought he was gonna be.

"So, brother?"

For some reason, I wasn't surprised I knew I had one long ago it was just thrown in the recycling bin and now it was getting fixed.

"I had a brother huh..." I sighed, scratching my chin "Well never thought I was full anyway, so what's the sob story?"

"Your smart brother... Not like me but still glad you were the one that survived. I could never survive in a world like this"

I cracked my knuckles, chuckling.

"Maybe I'm just sitting on a new chair."

"...?"

"Hey, what's your name?"

I sat up my eyes lurking in the pit of my thoughts, sadness was an emotion that was not easy to describe making it impossible to even tell you what it was. I was guilty, the center point, and the cause maybe I was overthinking but Ren wasn't my name.

"Ren..."

He confirmed my theory with one word as I looked at my shoulder.

"What's my name?"

I needed to know or will I never be full.

"It is Nash.."

The cyan sword shined brighter making me gasp out loud.

I stood up inspecting the sword once again, the blade and the words carved on it being an understandable sentence slowly carving out the perfect one-liner. In a dream where I can't feel anything it seemed almost impossible to cry but it didn't mean the impossible wasn't possible.

The words I read brought me down to my knees something I was begging for inside was revealed, I could fill a bucket with a river as I was looking at the words.

But good things don't last long as a dream starts fast and sprints to the end.

...

I closed my eyes with my arm throwing it around senselessly, my heart was bumping on my chest for a fact I did not know. Once again I felt I was in a pit that was filled just to be emptied the next day there was a gap a huge gap.

"I forgot something"

I declared to nobody in particular, it was strange that the brain knows when it forgets but it doesn't remember what it forgot. Imperfection was the only explanation.

"I should get dressed at least" I slithered to the black wardrobe grabbing the usual uniform "It's still extremely well made"

I was always amazed at how well-made it was, every time I pinched the uniform it felt like an unbreakable mountain.

I walked outside cracking my neck, slowly feeling my palm being slashed by a type of bug. Every step felt quilty unlike the excitement I felt yesterday I didn't wanna hold a sword nor did I want to fight I just wanted to stay in bed and sleep for years to come not showing my face, as I slowly reached the entrance I could feel my hair get flown back.

"Where is that motherfucker?"

Sage and Hazel were hardly holding the cray purple-haired girl, who was insulting me like a madman roast after roast that was mostly from the web making me smirk at how much of a mark I left on this bitch. I guess I'm gonna be the one laughing at the end.

She looked at me trying to hold my laughter as she popped a vein or two.

"What are you LAUGHING AT"

Everybody peaked outside their room looking to see whoever was shouting like a crazy man or should I say women, as people started to stare she became beet red as I took advantage of this situation squishing her cheek with my hand.

"You can try any time."

"Hey... Ren who is this crazy girl?"

Sage looked at me, hazel was avoiding eye contact as per usual.

"Welp Sage it's somebody I destroyed in a spar."

That seemed to hit Ms purple right in the heart.

"I can't even argue with that..." Ms purple sighed regaining her composure, and trying to remove her excessive anger "So Ren, what about we spar."

"Oh, we're using names now?"

"..."

She was just crazy and I was crazy as well a perfect set-off for a rival relationship. Even though my personality is much more likable.

"Challenge me anytime time"

I said just to spark her fighting boner and I don't mean it in something like an anime.

"Do not fear because I already challenge you"

She showed off her bangs throwing her point finger at me wearing a black glove that had a hole in its middle, a smile on her face already at the mighty tree.

"I'm looking forward to pancakes so no."

"But you just said?!?"

I walk away as Sage follows me and Hazel follows sage, both looking at me like a madman as Ms. Purple has a mental breakdown standing in place looking at her paws asking if she had missed a page.

"Huh... Ren?"

"Ye?"

"There are no pancakes today, it's Friday..."

I stood looking into sages glasses, I had nothing to say. My heart was dripping as my head fell to the ground making my head feel light.

"Fuck me then"

/Authors note/

Well, I just started arc 1 feeling good.