"Mmph..." 8 grumbled, his eyes squinting from the pain of his headache. He couldn't remember a time at all in his life when he felt so terrible. He felt as though his insides were all trying to escape his body at once, as well as if the scar running along his head was trying to rip itself apart. He didn't know why, but he suddenly had been unable to sleep lately. The nearly inaudible bass noise that emanated across the entire Emptiness had suddenly gotten louder and louder to him whenever he tried to have a good night's rest, so much that it felt like there was a little man pounding a hammer into his skull when he closed his eyes. Even on the rare occasions where he was able to sleep, he had the strangest dreams that he'd never had before of his friends, standing, sitting, lying in odd positions, every time it was a different person though, doing something else, but their was always some theme with what each was doing.
Sometimes, it would be 7, holding her spear between her legs and slowly grinding her hips against the metal shaft.
Sometimes, it would be 9 with his wrists tied together and his ankles tied to opposite ends of his light staff.
Sometimes, it would be 6, tracing thin black designs slowly over his own body, smiling coyly while spreading his legs before him.
Sometimes, it would be 5, bending over his workbench, raising his round ass into the air and wiggling it slowly while looking back at 8 with a pleading expression on his face.
Sometimes, it would be the twins, pinning each other on the floor and against books or pillars, their eyes flickering softly and letting their hands and mouths explore the other's body.
Sometimes, it would even be the kindly inventor 2, slowly unlacing the vest on his front and exposing his bare flesh to the guardian, winking lustfully at him as his hands traced over his smooth lightly tanned.
Or even, disturbingly frequently to 8, it would be 8's boss 1, who was sitting only a foot away from the ill guardian at this very moment, who in his dreams, would stand before his guard, swaying his narrow hips as he slowly undid the buckles on his front and removing his crown and cape, letting them fall to the floor before standing sitting in the lap of 8 when-
"8, do you mind NOT tapping your foot so much?" the voice of 1 shook 8 back to reality, his pain suddenly slamming into him like a brick wall. Clenching his optics shut, 8 merely grunted in response and stilled his nervous foot. Grumbling back to himself, 1 turned his head away from 8. Looking quite distracted himself.
Sighing quietly, 8's mind began wandering back to memories of these strange dreams and he found, the more he thought of them, the less his pain seemed to become. Smiling at this discovery, 8 brought a hand to his lap only to be surprised by his hand landing upon a huge tense bulge between his legs. Feeling his face heat up, but his headache lessen as his spine shivered when his hand squeezed the bulge. He quickly stood up, his stomach still twisted and his head pounding, but less so thanks to the strange bulge, and began to walk towards the elevator.
"Just where exactly are you going, 8?" The authoritative voice of 1 called to the guardian as he was halfway to the elevator leading down to the ground floor.
"Bathroom break." grunted the ill bruiser as he kept moving, stepping into the elevator and undoing the knot keeping it on the upper level. He was rather amazed he was able to do even this, let alone gently lowering the metal bucket back down to the stone floor of the cathedral hand over hand under his own strength.
"Oh, yes, of course." 1 replied, clearing his throat and settling back into his throne, "....wait a minute.... bathroom?" he began, the epiphany suddenly striking him, but 8 was already downstairs by this point.
Where does 8 go?
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