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// JetStream Origins-Chapter 32 
// Story: JetStream Origins 
// by LunicStream1105 
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Chapter 32: Nightmare Fuel


Moments with shutting his eye, his body going motionless, Everything gets really quite, but yet, JetStream knew he could hear something, like a voice, in this dark void of a shut eye, and the feeling, it was really comforting, like wrapping in a blanket on a winter night, 'There's nothing like a dark, warm, loving embrace like this...' JetStream soon realized that it was him thinking.

'... Oh, no. There's not...' JetStream jerked his neck quickly, he suddenly gritted his teeth and felt a sensation around his neck, maybe a little too fast, looking around he finally got a view, he was standing in a dark void, standing, the sense of touch with his blanket was completely gone.

"Who are you?" he saw and looked at a shadow-like figure in front of him, raising an eyebrow.

'I'm the character you met in the forest, don't you remember me? ... I certainly remember you...' JetStream slightly recoiled.

'O-oh, yeah. Neurelm... What are you doing here?' JetStream asked in full curiosity, suddenly tips of trees were visible as they all rose from the ground, extending to full height trees, he found himself in a forest, it also looked like the one before, JetStream's thoughts started unraveling, "Actually, why are you still following me? I thought you were only helping me through the forest, which again I will thank you for..." It was a minute's silence.

'Who's to say that you were following me? And besides, I've taken a liking toward you." JetStream held a hoof low.

'But for what reason?'

'...' This silence dragged on a while longer. JetStream then decided to walk until he woke up, '... And where do you think you're going?' JetStream took a deep breath, and with an optimistic expression replied.

"I'm just going to take a walk until I wake up... This is something all right, you did this, correct? I'm really impressed, in some sort of respect, I can't really tell if this is actually a dream or not." The shadow figure seemed to stop, those words were echoing in its mind, This is some dream, I'm really impressed... it snapped back.

'You're just trying to flatter me.' JetStream looked up, wherever the figure maybe.

'Well, I hope I'm not, I don't mean any misunderstandment... Maybe, we can look into being friends...' he looked around simultaneously, 'Because this isn't what I, or anypony, would like to see from another.' There the words echo again, I don't mean any misunderstandment, Maybe we can be friends, the figure was at a loss of words, but only to mutter.

'Constellation?' JetStream heard, turning to the source of the voice.

"What?" It seemed to be too busy in its speechlessness, 'Alright fine, I wont ask too many questions.' The entity was full of storming thoughts, those phrases seemed to hook on to its memories, it was calm, then everything was quickly delving into anger, and he could feel it, warming the air around him, almost up to uncomfortable levels, "Is this even a dream!" JetStream finally worded the sentence he wanted, suddenly and as quick as JetStream could see it, a shadow of some darkened part of the ground was moving along just below the surface, but before JetStream could react, the figure was right in front of his muzzle, the image of a mare staring him down with only the head and neck visible was staring him down.

"I will decide that!" it quickly rushed toward him, JetStream closed his eyes and put his two forehoofs in front of him, everything went white, and then went dark again. JetStream was struggling, but on the outside he was quivering, something shook him awake, and the next thing he could see was the hotel room's ceiling.

JetStream flung up from the covers, he was cold all over, "Okay, JetStream. Keep your mind together." he reassured himself, he noticed the blanket, "Oh... I'm so thirsty. Why am I so thirsty?" he then preceded to the kitchen, he saw the sink with a mirror above it. The kitchens were nicely decorated, it made the room feel nice and stuffy. He grabbed one cup from the pile stuck together, and went to turn the left knob to the left, then turned it right back, and started to gulp the water down, "Ah, water has never tasted so good." as he drank, the liquid in the cup had to make JetStream tilt it more at an angle, it continued until he saw his reflection.

Which resulted in a spit take.

"Since when were my eyes blue!" he silently yelled, he kept looking at his own eyes, disregarding how long he has been up. After some time, he finally turned the light off and headed for his bed, "Tomorrow better cut me some slack..." he shivered.


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