Insomnia was terrible for you. It was a big mix of everything that prevented you from getting a good night's rest; originally it was just simple things like how loud or quiet it was, the temperature, maybe being too uncomfortable in your bed to sleep...typical stuff like that...but then, those things suddenly took a spike in how intense they were. The silence would make you anxious and the sudden noises would cause you to jolt and panic and eventually, you were left a paranoid ball of anxiety on your bed.

So, you got out of bed and forced yourself to trudge down to the Soul's bedroom. It was an odd idea—having to ask the Soul for comfort like a child—but something in your gut told you that he would be awake right now.

Finally, you stopped at his red-tinted door and begrudgingly knocked it, making sure to knock it a bit louder a second time just to accommodate for his partial deafness.

There was silence for a few moments, but you heard tentative footsteps approaching as the door opened to reveal the Soul; hunched over in baggy pyjamas with his hair a mess, tired eyes, and a can of Monster Energy in his grasp. His makeup was smudged...probably because he was too tired to actually take it off. "...Whaddya want? Some of us are actually tryin' to sleep here..." He yawned and took a long chug of his drink as if downing what was basically liquid caffeine would solve any of his sleeping problems. "...Keyword here is tryin'."