. 21.08.09 freak characters .

The first is tall, slick and slender, with fiery, orange hair that matched his goggles. His demeanour is quiet and indifferent to almost anything. His suit is black as night and his shirt is the azure-blue of daytime, with white stripes, like pyjamas.  Strangely he wore blue fuzzy bedroom slippers as well, and a large wristwatch that kept time of many worlds. His name was Delucian (delusion). He comes and goes like a shadow in your dreams.

The second is his mischievous friend who wears a suit entirely of vertical, thick black and white stripes. His eyes are black with yellow pupils and he has rows of small, sharp teeth which went well with his crooked smile. His tongue is long and twisting, and black as charcoal. Despite his appearance, he is more rumbunctious than dangerous. His name is Nytscare (nightmare). You may not always see him, but he's there laughing at your fears.

The third is not a friend and maybe neither a foe and curiosity wraps about her like a well tailored scarf. She has thick, big, blonde hair that divides into two ponytails. She wears a black, gothic ensemble and her eyes are huge and glassy, like golden marbles. Her cheeks are peppered with a slight pink and her lips, a rosy gloss, looking like a painted doll. She goes by the name Ensomny (insomnia). Just like her victims, she never sleeps.

This is their story:

In a void where colors mix and splurge on the face of air, like Picasso taking place of entities of reality: In the domain of the Sleepless. This domain is no secret hideout of any kind for every single being that sleeps arrive in this world, day in, day out. 

You just never realize it.

"Hey Delucian!" a raspy voice calls, mist oozing from between his jagged teeth, "I've been watching you~~" "How flattering." a more suave but monotonous voice replies. With his long, ivory fingers, he turns a page in his book, longing not to be disturbed. "Aaw don't play dumb, Delucian~~ Who's the girl?" the shorter one asks as he hangs upside down, by his knees on a bar that materialized out of nothingness. "She your girlfriend?" he cackles, his charcoal tongue smacking the ends of his crooked mouth.

"I was hoping you could tell me, Nytscare. This hasn't been the first time I've seen her and her detection goes unnoticed. Is she one of ours?" his bored tone goes unchanged. He closes his book with care and starts walking toward a wall of, what seem to be, surveillance screens. Buzzing itching noises with white and black lines all over. The other rushes over and leaps onto a wheelie chair. After spinning two or three times, he rests both of his feet on the desk in front of him, "Well she ain't a girl of mine thass fa sure. Maybe a dream gone rogue?" "That's the dilemma. If she really was a dream, the radar should have picked her up but it never does. I've been seeing her a lot lately."

"Not somethin I'd complain bout - OOH! Look! A good scare's on!" he takes the remote and on the large screen there appears a man. He's in complete darkness with nothing but a spotlight over him. He's shivering in his own fear as his worst nightmares inch closer and closer. Their faces of cuddly innocence slowly dissolve into those of deranged, blood thirsty creatures. The man screams.

"Aah~~ Nothin like a good ol' nightmare to beat the time! Popcorn?" he hands a bucket to his partner who immediately passes. "You know we don't eat." he remarks. "I know but that don't mean we can't! Plus it's caramel!" the other chuckles, gorging into the buttery goodness, listening to the screams of a grown man. "Wuss."

"I'm needed somewhere so excuse me."

"Yeah, yeah, you go. I can do my business just fine from here, he he he~~" he reaches for the remote again to see what other scares are on.

The tall man with fiery hair and amber goggles rips a fabric through time, space and reality like fragile silk and steps onto cold hardwood floor. His client sits on the floor as well, next to her bed. She clutches her knees to her face and she looks like she's mumbling something. Her eyes are half-closed. 'A false alarm?' The man thinks to himself. 'Maybe the radar needs fixing... this one is still awake.' Just as he turns around to leave, she is there; the porcelain doll with gold, marble eyes. 'You again?'

The girl ignores him and walks over to the human woman. She kneels down and just stares at her, doing nothing otherwise. The woman, still mumbling. "Who are you?" Delucian asks her, but the girl keeps silent, her eyes not moving. "Are you a Sleepless?" he asks and this time her eyes move to the corners and stare past the amber goggles. "Is this human your responsibility? If so, which one are you?"

The girl says not a word and looks back at her client. Without losing his patience, he too kneels in closer to both the girl and the human and with this, he could hear what the woman had been uttering all this while, "E-e-en...s-s-om..n-n..y-y-y..."