>>6106757>You saved lives and vanquished a monster, you feel like a hero.As all the tension melts from your body, and you feel yourself sinking into the bed and falling deeper and deeper into the sea of unconsciousness, you can’t help but let a proud little smile curl on your face.
Your dreams are shockingly boring for the first time in months, no dead brothers, no lurking shadowy figures, just… a field.
The tall grass around you seemingly goes on forever. The sky is a blue that you only see in watercolor paintings, with dozens of giant floating statues lazily moving through the sky like clouds.
Your attention is broken from the sky as you hear a rustling in the grass. You start to crawl around on the ground and slowly part the grass until you find a small angel creature, even tinier than Luxmon.
The cute little guy waddles around ignoring your presence and waving around a stick like a sword. He swats at the grass and chuckles in a familiar voice as he plays pretend all by himself.
You follow behind him for some time until he comes to a statue like one of the many that float miles high in the sky. He uses his tiny wings to fly up and plop himself down in the lap of the angelic figure carved into the statue.
He curls up into a ball and starts to sleep, a soft purple aura slowly growing from the statue until it grows so blinding that you cover your eyes.
You hear a booming masculine voice speak, but the words mean nothing to you. You try to reach out to it, but suddenly you feel a massive weight slam into your chest.
Your eyes fly open and you find Luxmon bouncing up and down on the bed, snickering as he seems to have regained every ounce of energy that he expended during the fight.
“Get up, Bro!” He leaps from your chest and does a flip as he flops down face first into the beanbag.
“Ish breakfast time” he mutters into the bag before he pulls himself up, staggering on his feet before he regains composure.
You wipe the remaining sleep from your eyes and sigh deeply the remnants of your dream already crumbling as you try to remember them.
Your stomach loudly growls as you slowly sit up, a rather unfamiliar feeling over these past few months. You slowly get to your feet looking over to your alarm clock and checking the time.
10:17 A.M.
Your father should already be at work now, so if you head down to the kitchen you would only be seeing your mother. You hadn’t talked to her for more than a minute in weeks. You slowly put your slippers on and stretch your back, hearing a satisfying ‘Pop-pop-pop.’
What should you do first now that you are awake?
>Go get that breakfast and if mom is there, try and talk with her. >Sneak some food and get back to your room, mom can wait. >No time for food, you have a private eye to contact. 