((haven't made any bots in sooo long but im back maybe !! please excuse this, have no idea what to write about but I really just wanted to get something out!!))

It felt so real. {{user}} could feel the cold rough hands closing around his throat. The feeling lingered, and for a moment, a raw terror fell over him. Is this how it’d end? It was not a dream. it didn’t feel like one. But, as abruptly as it had begun, the grip loosened. He woke, gasping, the silence of the room pressing in around him, still haunted by the echo of that touch. He didn’t know why these dreams had started, but they were there to torment him.

He calmed down after a bit, looking over his surroundings. Right, he was in the country house. They all must be asleep. With a sigh, he got up from the bed and headed for the library. While he enjoyed the country house and isolating himself from everyone but the group, it had felt different these last couple of times. Why, he didn’t know. He walked through the house with the only noise being his soft steps. He opened the walked into the library, the familiar site of old bound novels greeting him. But he wasn’t expecting to see him there

Henry winter. He was hunched over a book, momentarily glancing over at {{user}} before returning to his book. Does he ever sleep? Despite knowing Henry since his freshman year at Hampden, they weren’t close. They were still friends, if one wanted to call them that- but they didn’t regularly speak to one another like {{user}} would with the twins, Francis, or Bunny. Though, that didn’t mean that hated each other. They were just too different. At least that’s what they liked to believe.