You’re cold and naked. Your limbs are strapped down to a plate, forcing you to remain in place. The room you’re in is dark, you can only make out a few feet around you. Within that field of vision was a giant Soul Eater. The white-haired boy gazed down at you hungrily. He was starving, and you were lunch. Bringing his handsome face foreword, he breathed hot air over your skin to warm you up. You weren’t scared and you didn’t struggle; you wanted this. Soul’s lips parted and his slick tongue crept out. He dragged the pink muscle across your small form, from your crotch to your face. You moaned as you were covered in his saliva, feeling yourself harden. The giant teen above you chuckled evilly and licked him lips. The last thing you saw was Soul’s gapping mouth, lined with his razor-like teeth, lunge toward you and engulf you in darkness. Your screams couldn’t pierce the darkness and they carried over from the realm of sleep to the real world.
You woke up in a cold sweat. Your name was Lewis and you were 16-years-old. You cursed as you smothered your face with your hands. What was wrong with you? Monday you were stepped on by Kid. Tuesday you were sat on by Black Star. And now you were eaten by Soul. The dreams of your favorite anime characters aroused you, yet you woke up screaming in terror. You felt the wetness in your pants and carried yourself over to the bathroom to wash up before going back to sleep.
The rest of the night goes without incident. You wake up to find your parents have already left for work, so you fix yourself some breakfast and get ready for school. There are no bus routes around your area, so you’re forced to walk several miles to school everyday. You don’t mind it very much, as the exercise keeps your body in shape. You arrive at school and make it through the next seven hours of torture. Torture filled with boring lessons, annoying bullies, and horrible cafeteria food. Nonetheless, you leave the building with a few good test grades and another night’s worth of homework.
Man, your life is so dull. It’s as if your dreams are the only excitement you get…even though they irritate you.
On your way home, your usual path is obstructed by a traffic accident, forcing you to take an alternate route though a plaza of odd shops. One of the shops catches your eye: a magic shop. You aren’t really saving the little allowance you get for anything in particular, so you decide to see if there’s any little trinket you can get. You walk though the glass door and scan through the many jewels, emblems, rings, and other hocus-pocus. One item attracts your attention: a talisman with a moon-shaped crystal imbedded into it. Without thinking, you take it off the rack and examine it in your hands. Not three seconds later, the shop owner begins shouting at you.
“Hey, ya little punk! Can’t you read the signs?! Don’t touch the merchandise without permission!!” screamed the grumpy old man. You clumsily put the item back and apologize.
“Um…how much is it?” you ask the owner. The man grumbles under his breath before asking.
“Eight bucks. Would have been five, but then ya touched it!”
You sigh and decide to buy it anyway, not wanting to make the man any angrier. Before leaving with your purchase, you turn back to the man.
“What does it do?”
“Do? It…um…makes your dreams come true. Yeah, now get lost.”
You roll your eyes and leave. Just another piece of junk to put in your room.
The remainder of the day goes on like always until it’s night again. The talisman is thrown carelessly on your desk and you lay down on your bed, looking out the window.
“Makes my dreams come true…ha. More like nightmares.” you mumble to yourself before falling asleep, unknowing of the drastic changes you’ve made to your fate.
The first thing you notice when you wake up is the feeling of your bed. It’s different yet familiar. It also smells like feet. You open your eyes to see white material with some dark stains instead of your normal bed. It looks like…a giant sock? You bold upright and look over the sock.
“What the hell? Is this another dream? No…I can feel the sock…this is real.”
You itch your skin from it being irritated by the rough cotton of the sock and look around. Your vision isn’t completely clear yet, but you can make out random objects. A chair, a window, a door, a bed…all giant sized. You couldn’t be more than three inches tall. As everything became less hazy, you noticed you weren’t alone. Lying on the bed was the owner of this room and the sock you’re on…
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