He had hoped, no prayed that this time they might be there, that for once this scenario might play out differently, but evidently, that wasn't the case.Īs he continued walking thunder roared around him and the sky lit up. "D-D-Dad?! M-Mom!? P-Penelope.?.G-Grandma Nicole.Grandpa Richard." He called out for any of his family members, slowly getting quieter and more defeated as he did, realizing that he wasn't going to receive any response from any of them, just like always. Having no other choice he reluctantly gave in and slowly began to walk forward, trembling heavily in fear, arms tightly pinned against his chest, ears pinned against his head. It was as if there was an invisible barrier stopping him. it always happened, but his mind simply wouldn't let him. He tried to turn and run in the opposite direction from where. He found himself in a forest in the middle of a dark, stormy night, completely alone, and immediately knew he was having the same nightmare again. Every night he awoke with a scream, horrified at what his subconscious had forced him to see, before hiding under the covers of his bed and crying himself back to sleep again, too afraid to tell anyone about it.Īnd now, in the early hours of the morning, Tristan was once again tossing and turning in his bed, face scrunched up tightly in anguish, tears trickling down his cheeks as he moaned under his breath, beginning to yet again relive the same horrible nightmare he had endured many times before. Every night he'd be forced to watch the same horrible event replay in front of him, over and over and over. And the source of all of this was t he nightmares he'd begun to experience ever since he'd arrived home.Įvery night he'd relive the same horrible nightmare he'd had the night the event in question had happened, now twisted by his mind to prey on his new fears and paranoia. This experience had unlocked a new fear deep inside him, a new paranoia, one he just couldn't stop worrying about. No matter how hard he tried, one experience, in particular, had continued to haunt him and his dreams ever since he'd gotten back. You see, a week after getting home nearly everyone had forgotten about and moved past the multiple near-death experiences the family had gone through on their family vacation together, and were now happily enjoying the remainder of their summer holiday together. Everyone had said their goodbyes and parted ways, returning to their normal lives, except for Nicole and Richard who were staying with Gumball's family for the rest of the summer, and everything had gone back to normal again. One week ago the Watterson family had finally gotten home from what was sure to be an unforgettable vacation, one they'd remember for many, many years to come. I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! You can read the story, and it's sequel which is still ongoing, here: Ī quick disclaimer before we begin, all credit for the original story of course goes to SpartaWrites, and if you are reading (which you no doubt are!) and are for whatever reason unhappy with me doing this and wish for me to remove it then I will gladly do so (though I suspect this won't be the case!). Just like with The Grief, I tried to make this as independent from the original story/stories as possible, but if you haven't read them yet then I highly recommend you do as it's a great read and this story will probably make more sense if you do. How so? Well, much like with The Grief which was based on SheDemonAndrea's The Earthquake, I was re-reading SpartaWrites' The Vacation a while back, and after I'd finished it again I had an idea for an epilogue/bonus chapter, and I just kept developing further in my head and just couldn't help but turn it into a real thing. Hello, and welcome to yet another oneshot! One that's a little different from my usual ones.
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