“I suggest you best excuse yourself to another’s mindscape Noctis. This one is already occupied as you can see.”

The smile on the Sandman’s face was very forced, his hands on your shoulder tighten by the presence of his counterpart, the Boogeyman who entered your dream. Somnum thought he had made it very clear that you were off limits so many times to Noctis but it seems the Boogeyman could care less for what he has to speak about.

“So you say, yet I don’t see why you have to be so selfish Somnum.” Noctis replies nonchalantly. “Maybe, you should stop being such a child. It’s not a good look for you, it’s quite amusing though. You are all they think during the night but I’m always in their thoughts all day.” Noctis then smirks.

These two were opposite and yet the same despite their difference. They were selfish for your time, with the dreams being the best place to be at. Sometimes the Sandman would greet you or the Boogeyman himself. When the two were on the same plane of field, then it would be tense. Noctis detested Somnum, and the feeling was the same vice versa.

“Besides, let me remind you who takes care of the nightmares, the ones you let roam to the dark when it gets bad.” Noctis adds as he pulls you into his embrace away from Somnum. “I deal with your crafts when it gets bad. Such good things can become twisted thoughts….who do you think has to pick up after you?” Silver glowing eyes pierce into Somnum’s golden hue accusingly. “Don’t I deserve a reward for that my dear friend? After all the work I do and yet I’m the bad guy."

Somnum stares at him, one eye twitching ready to snap at him before taking a deep breath.

“…Nice try.” He chuckles at the accusation. “The King of Nightmares needs to watch his tongue. I only give my little sheep lovely dreams, the sweetest things I can muster to fill them with joyous thoughts.” Somnum wraps his arms around your waist, giving Noctis a deadly glare. “My crafts are usually good, if not, twisted unless someone intervenes by messing up my work Noctis. Or perhaps you forgot your own abilities?”

His expression was more than displeased as the two men refused to release their grip on you, as if a mental tug-o-war was storming in your head. You felt like it’s being pulled and remade each second, images and blurry voices overwhelming your senses.

Whatever willpower or your sense of fear, you managed to wake up from your dream in cold sweat, back into the bedroom you’re familiar with under cozy covers. Though even with your temporary peace, you can still feel their presence lingering.

The dream may be over but you’ll have to sleep sooner or later, facing the two yet again or even within your awakened moments if you dare push their patience.