Roycer's dream part 3...end?

“This must be…another dream…”

It had been three days since the last time Roycer had been able to awaken from his nightmare of a dream. It didn’t seem to matter whether or not Roycer was awake or asleep however; he hallucinated, seeing people that weren’t even there when he was awake. And when he was asleep…he had to take an oh-so-lovely trip down the memory lane of hell.

So many times he wondered how long he would have to deal with these torturous dreams. It was as if each individual memory of his dreams were cannibals. Eating away at Roycer slowly…picking at whatever sanity was left in his mind, eventually taking over ever nook and cranny of his mind. Consuming him. Controlling him. Destroying him.

But this time…it wasn’t like his previous dreams. It was the same nothingness he dealt with before he had his flashback of dread.

“Does this mean…its all over…”

“Not quite my boy…”

Roycer whirled around until he was facing a tall figure that hovered before him. This figure had a light shade of yellow fur that was mixed with grotesque green scaly patches all over his face and limbs. What stood out the most however, was his taste in fashion. Roycer was no expert on the subject, but he definitely knew that wearing various mixtures of light blue, dark red, and random smiley buttons on your attire wasn’t exactly the best way to look threatening.

But as they say, looks can be deceiving.

“And what exactly are you doing here…Kenter?” Roycer asked with an almost threatening glare. Almost.

“I think the question is…what exactly…are YOU doing here…?” Kenter chuckled as he floated on his side in a relaxedpose.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Ah, and that would be the question of the day good sir! Bravo!” Kenter clapped his hands briskly; the sound echoing through the absence of the nothingness. Suddenly Roycer began to understand why he didn’t like this guy. He never made any sense when he was acting serious.

“I’m going to ask you one more time…what are you doing here?” Roycer said trying to be polite but failing miserably at it.

“Now now Roycer, you know better than to ask about the end before the show begins!”

“What show?”

“Well actually…I suppose it is more of a…tour…than a show--”

“JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT!” Roycer’s eye suddenly twitched, rather annoyed. He just wanted the old fox a simple question, was it REALLY that hard to follow?

“Alright then…if you feel you must know, I suppose I can give you a little spoiler…” The old fox yawned, stretching a bit before standing up again on the ground. “You see…I was the one making you watch all of this…quite a show I must say…” Kenter chuckled to himself.

Roycer let out a low growling sound. Somehow he had a feeling that Kenter would be the one behind all of this. So maybe if he killed the old fox…

“Don’t try and kill me…or you’ll never awake from your sleep….”

Well that idea just flew out the window.

“I actually have to ask you something very important Roycer…something that I have waited until this very moment to ask you.”

“Sorry, but I already have a wife..” Roycer snorted. However, Kenter didn’t seem all too amused with Roycer’s joke.

“How charming….no I have to ask you something of more relevance boy.” Kenter then began to wave his wooden staff around with his hand. “You see….I’ve been thinking about it…and I might need you after all….” Kenter started. “You have so much more potential then what you have shown in the past couple of years….You could really be an object of true power and fear-”

“Not interested old man…”

“I didn’t ask if you were interested boy….I’m not really giving you a choice….” Kenter said in a stern voice that surprised Roycer. “Ah….yes…..this would be the climax of the show…..” Kenter noted floating around again.

“You see…I needed to SHOW you how weak you are…”

“Tch…like I didn’t already know  that?!”

“Knowing and seeing are two entirely things boy….” Kenter yawned as he floated near Roycer. “I had to SHOW you….that with my help…that you can be powerful as you’ve always wanted to be…”

“Y’sure you didn’t just want to watch me squirm?”

“Now that my boy…..was simply a bonus…” Kenter chuckled, floating into a relaxed position again. “I was hoping that I could make you willing to go…or maybe I should just make you watch a few more clips of your most lovely past?”

Roycer said nothing.

“So…in the words of the great Darth Vader….come…to the dark side…” Kenter said, even adding the ‘breathing effects in with his . It was obvious that he was overselling his proposition, and it was also obvious that Roycer was certainly not buying it.

“Sorry….but first off….I don’t like you…” Roycer crossed his arms. “And second off…I see nothing in your offer for me.”

“Really know? I thought I had gone over the key factors of  my plans quite perfectly….you get to be powerful-”

“Right, tried that once…being evil just isn’t what I’m cut out for.”

“You know they say that second times a charm…”

“I always thought it was the third time.”

“Enough games….” Kenter said sternly once again shocking Roycer. “Either join me…or you will just have to deal with being asleep until you die!”

“Isn’t that the same thing?”

Kenter did not respond to Roycer’s retort staring at him with a stern look.

Roycer was finally quiet, he thought about Kenter’s offer thoroughly. If he said yes, then he would be against his friends and family again…he might even have to kill them. But if he said no…

He would be stuck like this.

Forever.

“Fine…..but I have a few…requests of my own…”

Smiling in his victory Kenter floated in front of Roycer. “Of course…anything you want just name it boy.”

…
There was a sudden uproar in the Lake Ferry Town general hospital that night. Nurses and Doctors a like were scattered everywhere. Clip boards were flying, papers covering the floor. It was as if the world had turned upside down for them.

The area with the most chaos was none other than Roycer’s room at the hospital.

Or…..what used to be Roycer’s room.

There was no one laying in his bed, the sheets lay messily on the bed, but no one was inside.

It was as if he had vanished into thin air.

“THE PATIENT! HE’S GONE! SEARCH EVERYWHERE! WHERE THE HELL COULD HE HAVE GONE TOO?!”

To be continued…