[Oscar had been trying-- and failing-- to catch some sleep in the afternoon. The fatigue of their travel through the tides, multiple days of a dreamless, fitful sleep, and the fall out he had been putting off since the Dream started to fracture was catching up with him.
There was little choice but to at least try.
--Until the scream, felt more than heard, sent him flying out of his bed and onto the floor in an ungainly heap of tangled blankets and limbs that felt like jelly.
His heart pounded in his ears. Adrenaline surged while he fought for clarity and recognition. He knew that voice-- he felt that overwhelming terror that threatened to sink him into the ground.
Scrambling, Oscar reached out in the way he knew how to with Oz, with Fox-- for the only other person he knew to try with.]
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There was little choice but to at least try.
--Until the scream, felt more than heard, sent him flying out of his bed and onto the floor in an ungainly heap of tangled blankets and limbs that felt like jelly.
His heart pounded in his ears. Adrenaline surged while he fought for clarity and recognition. He knew that voice-- he felt that overwhelming terror that threatened to sink him into the ground.
Scrambling, Oscar reached out in the way he knew how to with Oz, with Fox-- for the only other person he knew to try with.]
Dipper? Dipper, what's happening?
Talk to me!