["If there was a zombie apocalypse and the only food on earth was olives, I would starve."
–Me

"How would you even get in that situation?!"
–My concerned friends]

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There was a warm feeling that surrounded him. A feeling that felt foreign and nice. He wanted it to last forever. Unfortunately, it didn't. Good things never last forever, and they especially don't last long around Deceit. He could feel soothing hands playing with his hair and a soft voice humming quietly. He opened his eyes just slightly and saw Logan looking down at him. A small smile was on his face and it gave Deceit butterflies in his stomach.

"I love you Deceit," Logan spoke softly. There was no acidic taste—Logan was telling the truth. But...didn't the nerd claim he didn't have any emotions? He couldn't possibly love  Deceit of all people! "A friend is going to save you Deceit.. You won't have to deal with him anymore after we save you.."

"You didn't protect me.. You lied to me Logan." It came out harsher than he had meant it to be. Deceit felt guilt wash over him when he felt Logan flinch--his hand still haven't left his hair-- and the guilty look in the other's eyes. Logan gave him a tight but sad smile.

"I was tied to a chair in the subconscious. I could've died of hypothermia. Yet you don't even question where I was? You just accuse me of letting him hurt you?" Logan asked with hurt in his voice despite trying to sound emotionless. 

The dream began to change and so did Logan. It went from a pleasant summer in a meadow with his crush to a forest fire and...Remy. Said man was cackling as he held his starbucks. Deceit scrambled to his feet and backed away. Fear was on his face as Remy began to walk towards him.

"You'll never escape me, Denton. Not now. Not ever."

Deceit jerked awake as he gasped for breath. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he looked around the room. His chest felt tight and his lungs burned, causing him to begin coughing. Panic set in as he realized that Logan was in danger. The room was dark and he could hear the floor creak outside the door like someone was sneaking around. He went to go investigate but the collar and and chain prevented him from doing so.

There were voice whispered in the darkness. The sound of leathery wings ruffling was close as well. It scared Deceit and he jumped when he felt a hand touching his shoulder. The snek curled into himself, flinching when the lamp turned on to see a 'concerned' Remy looking at him. Remembering the nightmare, Deceit backed away from him a little. 

"What's wrong Denton?" Remy asked, noticing how Deceit reacted badly to the name. He knew Deceit hated his name, that's why he used it. "You look skittish. Nothing a few hugs and cuddles can't fix."

Deceit's eyes widened in fear. He knew what that meant and it made him want to throw up. He begged for Remy not to do it, but fell silent as Remy glared at him before leaving hickeys onto Deceit's neck. 

This was going to be another sleepless night.