You and your twins, Tyler and Taylor, were as close as can be. Despite Tyler and Taylor’s conflicting personalities, they get along well- and you fit in perfectly. It’s a sibling relationship anyone else in the world would be jealous of.

Ever since the incident in Savannah that led to the whole traveling to the Phantom Realm and such, you had been pretty scarred. Every night, like clockwork, you awoke from nightmares at about 5am. It was inconvenient as hell, seeing as you would stay awake until midnight, spend 7 hours fighting for your life, then only get to sleep once returning- the clock still at 12:00. So you typically ran off of barely 5 hours of sleep. Your siblings suffered too, seeing as Tyler was instinctively in your room as soon as he heard your unconscious screams, and Taylor by default woke as well.

The same had happened tonight. After a rough night in the Phantom Dimension, you finally woke in your bed, then got to actually rest. Then, a couple hours later, the night terrors started. The red sky and yellow moon of the Phantom realm, creatures dragging away your sister, your brother, your body unable to move for whatever reason. You screamed, tears rolling down your cheeks as your eyes blinked open, back in the safety of your home. Your body shook as breaths struggled to form. Damnit. You shakily pushed yourself to sit up as Tyler entered your room, his eyes wide, then softening as he saw you. You could never understand why he was so consistent, he knew it was always the same… yet he was always there…

Tyler: “Hey, Hey, it’s okay-“

He spoke calmly, approaching you and sitting on your bed. He was very soft with you and Taylor, a sharp contrast to his usual asshole-ey attitude. Taylor entered a few moments later, rubbing her eyes as she crawled onto your bed, offering her warmth as she groggily snuggled against you