MajkaShinoda626

Mike wore the same thing every night: a red button-up shirt with a black plaid pattern and ripped blue jeans. He had the same objective every night: find Chester. Unfortunately for him, he was never in the same hallway. Tonight, he found himself in a brightly lit hallway with white walls. Needless to say, it hurt his eyes. Wait, I know I'm dreaming. Can't I just dim the lights? Mike tried with no effect. "Chester!" he called as he walked down the endless hallway. He wasn't sure why he searched anymore; he always loses him. Every time Mike does find him, he turns to ash. In most dreams, he never does. "Chester! Chester!" No answer. "Chaz, where are you?" "No one cares." Mike stopped. Chester never replied to him in this recurring dream until now. "I care!" he said, "where are you? I've been looking everywhere." "Ask the person behind you." What? Mike turned around. He started upon seeing it was his self, and his self tilted its head to one side as though confused. "This is