WARNING: This story contains graphic violence and disturbing scenes. If you have blood and gore triggers, and/or you are younger than 16, this story may not be for you. Read at your own risk. The ship part of is still fluffy however, there is no smut.

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"Monster," A voice whispers in the abyss. I put my hands on my head and shake.

"No!" I yell back at it, "No, I'm not! You are!" 

"Gregory~" The voice purred, venom and insanity dripping from the high pitched male tone, "Don't you remember?~ You made me~" I felt an unbearable pain in my head, letting out a scream of agony as I curled up into a fetal position, holding my head. 

"S-Stop it! Stop it!" I screamed, letting warm tears stream down my face.

"Gregory~" The voice became more demonic. I gasped as I opened my eyes, looking around in a panic as sweat dripped down my face. I was in a hallway with a purple carpet a dark red trim, and old yellow wallpaper, with pictures of people along the wall, black door at the end of it only a few yards away. I scrambled to my feet as blood started dripping down the walls from the ceiling, the hallway twisting, stretching, and distorting as I fought to keep my balance, the red trim turning into large blood veins flowing towards the door, maggots and rotten flesh rising out of the carpet and layering it in the foul smelling human remains. The maggots writhed around and screamed like children as I stepped on them. I ran to get to the door, the blood from the ceiling completely drenching the walls in blood. The pictures on the walls laughed as their distorted faces were covered by the blood. The blood started to drown the maggots, the rising thick crimson liquid making it hard to walk. I could just barely reach the door. I reached my hand forward, turning the knob, but it was stuck. I screamed as I desperately tried to get the door to open, shaking the handle and throwing myself against the door until the knob broke. I let out a broken cry as I looked up at the door, the blood, flesh, and maggots above my knees now.

"You should've went to the door behind you," The voice said before laughing insanely, becoming more and more demonic. I whipped around and saw a second door on the other side of the hallway. I let out a scream of frustration and desperateness, wading through the thick liquid that was quickly rising. The hallway started to shrink the closer I got to the other door. I panicked.

"No! No, no, no, no!" I screamed as I tried to go faster, tripping and falling into the liquid for a short moment before desperately continuing on. I was only feet away when I had to take a deep breath and hold it as I blindly swam through it. I felt the door just before I started to be unable to hold my breath any longer. I felt around for the knob when I found that it was gone. I couldn't continue to hold my breath. I clawed at the door and tried to force it opened as my lungs filled with blood, it's iron tinged flavor in my mouth making me want to vomit. I soon was unable to fight any longer, my body going limp, sinking to the floor.

"SIR!" I heard a familiar voice yell. I screamed as I sat up quickly, panting heavily and holding my throat, deeply inhaling wonderful, amazing air. 

"Holy macaroni and cheese, that was an awful dream!" I said as I calmed myself down, reminding myself it wasn't real. I glanced at my friend, my dear Johnny Toast. He ran a hand through his raven black hair, pushing it back out of his pale face as he watched me with his beautiful blue eyes. 

"Sir, you threw yourself off the couch and broke the coffee table..." Toast motioned to the shattered coffee table. I frowned as I looked at the pieces of the table around me.

"Oh..." I said awkwardly. I smiled sheepishly. "Uh- I mean, it's just a table. We can get a new one." I shrugged.

"Sir, I'm more concerned about the piece stuck in your arm." Toast said as he watched me carefully. I went pale and looked at my arm. There was indeed a large splinter of the table in my arm. Blood was running down onto the floor from the wound. I felt dizzy and sick as I watched the crimson liquid leave my body. I didn't even feel it until I saw it. 

"Johnny?" I said as I watched my arm in horror, "I don't feel so good..."

"I called for an ambulance before I woke you up, sir," Toast said as he turned my head towards him, cupping my cheeks. "They'll be here any minute. Focus on me and don't pass out, alright?" I nodded and blushed slightly. 

"R-Right..." I stuttered. 

"Do you remember your dream? Can you tell me what happened in it?" Toast asked, still holding my face. 

"U-Um... I-I remember... A hallway... Blood... So much blood..." I almost passed out right there if he didn't lightly slap my face to keep me awake.

"Sir, please," Toast said with concern, "Focus..."

"Ow! I'm sorry-" I squeaked, rubbing my face where he slapped me. I started to be able to hear sirens nearby. 

"You hear that, sir?" Toast asked. "They're almost here, just stay awake a little longer."

"That's a lot easier said than done," I said as the room started spinning, "I think I'm going to vomit." Toast looked around and grabbed a plastic bag.

"Here," He said as he handed it to me. I threw up into it, refusing to look at the chunky liquid I filled it with. Toast tied up the bag and made a face of disgust before throwing it away in the other room. 

He quickly came back to me and helped me to my feet, wrapping an arm around my waist and keeping me close as he brought me outside. I blushed deeply as I felt his warm body against mine. Although, I think the blood loss was beginning to get to me. I started seeing things, like evil fairies with little tiny knives stabbing at my ankles. It caused me to trip and I fell into Toast, my face squished against his chest. He continued to hold me close. I pretended to be passed out so he would carry me, and he did. It was short lived, though. I was taken away by paramedics and brought to the hospital. They actually made sure I was asleep to operate without the risk of me waking and possibly ruin the work they did. 

I didn't have another dream, but I could hear whispers. I couldn't understand anything they were saying, there were so many at once saying something different. I could only pick up a few words and phrases every now and then. None of it made sense.

I soon woke up, my eyes slowly adjusting to the bright room. I was in a recovery room in the hospital. My mind felt a little fuzzy, and I saw that my arm was bandaged and attached to an IV drip. It looked like some kind of painkiller. I looked to the other side of the bed and saw Toast sitting in the chair next to me, asleep with a few strands of hair in his face. I smiled a little and reached my non bandaged arm over to him and moved the hair out of his face. He hummed a little and opened his beautiful eyes... They were so bright, and full of life. 

"Sir?" He asked softly after a few moments of silent staring.

"Hmm?" I asked, snapped out of my trance. 

"... You do realize you're holding my face, right?" He said a little awkwardly. I blushed and was about to move my hand from his cheek, but I stopped for a moment. The buzz I felt from the pain medication made me feel more confident. 

"... Yes, I like your face." I said, my voice groggy and slurred. "I wanna kiss it." I said rather boldly. Toast's pale cheeks were brushed with light pink after I said that, his eyes widening a little. He sighed and took my hand off his face and held it.

"Sir... You don't know what you're saying, you're high from the medicine they gave you..." He said with a small smile. 

"No! I know what I'm saying!" I insisted. "I've had the biggest crush on you since forever! I wanna have your babies-" 

"Sir- Please- Stop, you're never going to let yourself live down saying that." He stopped me from ranting. 

"But I do want to-!"

"Sir-"

"They would be gorgeous like you-"

"Please stop-"

"-And have little cute half accents-"

"Sir, I care about the sleep you get at night-"

"-They would be adorable little mini yous..." I finally finished. Toast sighed again.

"Sir, I..." He started nervously. "I love you too.. I never thought about you like that before, I only now realize how much you've been trying to hint... I'm sorry it took this long and a terrible accident with you in the hospital high from pain meds.." He continued to blush lightly.

"Does that mean I can kiss you?" I asked hopefully. Toast chuckled.

"I want you to be sober first, sir. I don't want you or I to feel like I took advantage of you.." He said with a soft smile. I pouted.

"Okay... When can we go home?" I asked. 

"The doctor wants to keep you overnight for observation before sending you home." Toast said. I nodded a little.

"Tomorrow can we kiss?" I asked. Toast blushed a little again.

"Tomorrow.." He smiled. I smiled happily and closed my eyes, feeling sleepy again. 

(Happy birthday Maze~!
 I hope this was good- I know it's short, but I did have to squeeze my brain for it. This originally started as a random mini series I was gonna do with lots of angst and gore and sadness, but when I realized that I wouldn't be able to achieve that the way I wanted to, I twisted it into a floof story for your birthday. :3 I kept some of the original text because it was so good, but changed the whole story. I can make a part two if enough people request it! I have plenty of ideas!

I hope everyone enjoyed! I'll see you guys in the next one!)