[center][h1][color=f26522]Alexander Furst[/color][/h1]
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Ever roving darkness was what the boy was chained to; even in the end, there was no respite in the midst of his unconsciousness as his mind focused down the nips and bites. The throbbing tingles stayed as his mind endlessly roamed, barely making out some very peculiar silhouettes as he wandered this shadowscape... until he found two people in the distance that had a distinct feeling of hue... and yet there was an eerie feeling of dread that crept up his spine...

He squinted, tilting his head to the side a bit as he leaned in close, trying to get a good look at them. He grumbled as soon as they turned around, the only thing being distinguishable was the clothes they were wearing and their black hair. Alex frowned, shaking his head as he pondered on if this was some weird inception bullshit.

Alex had grown a little numb to the tingling sensation... or was it real at all? Taking one wobbly step forward, the teen slowly made his way towards the two figures, slowly picking up the pace... every time he took a step, they would switch between feeling closer, but then so far away when he blinked. It was just as jarring as it was frustrating to say the least...

And eventually Alex just stopped and shook his head in defeat as he pressed the palm of his hand against his temple... He shouted. He cursed. He tried to fight against it all and yet... nothing changed.

[i][b][color=f26522]"It's alright Alex..."[/color][/b][/i]

He froze in place, eyes widened as he heard his own friggin' voice call out to him.... two to be precise, almost coming off as an echo. Slowly, Alex turned his head behind him and stared at two painfully familiar faces... one was dressed in a crisp black business suit, with the only distinguishable color being the red necktie. The pants were just as professional, along with the dress shoes that looked polished to a pint...

And the other one? Red shades panted directly over the others eyes with a while t-shirt that had a couple of french words he couldn't understand. There were piercings on both of his ears along with red and black plaid pants. Tied at his waist was his own jacket, furs and all, save for no red bandana tied onto it with casual sneakers to put it all together... though, strangely enough, it almost seemed like this one would flash between different outfits, some tacky, some stylish.

And then... as they both held their hands out to him...

...
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H-huh? What the heck was going on? The boy was slouching over a little, unable to make what he could of where he was or what was transpiring... was this another dream? If so, how deep did this rabbit hole... wait... can you exactly feel anything in a dream?... yeah, he didn't remember that, so this was... ugh, why. 

His body was transitioning between numbness and that tingling feeling from before, albeit, not as painful as before. Alex blinked, trying to focus as he tried wrapping his head around what was exactly going on right about now... he was struggling to move his legs... or did they just lack any sensation? His vision was still as blurry as hell though as he began slowly lifting his head up.

Just as his dreams before, nothing... nothing below him, nothing to that side, nothing to... huh?

Alex groaned, noticing something on his left. It was honestly freaky, but he was way too tired to actually give a crap... it was out of place as it was terrifying to the teen as he tried to move his body towards the indistinguishable object... but not before feeling something wriggling its way up his body... that was enough to give him a bit of a momentous shock.

Great, gotta love the horror setting, along with the fact that this was possibly along the lines of tentacle rape going on, except instead of the stereotypical girl, there was a guy... and like hell he was going to take this crap.

Struggling and wriggling, Alex put what ever power he could muster up into getting out of this conundrum, attempting to beat his legs against what malevolent force was attempting to either have their way with him, or some other despicable thing. [color=f26522]"Get the hell offa' me,"[/color] he hoarsely hissed in a weakened whisper.[/center]