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Darkness. That sickening feeling one would feeling after experiencing something rather deep and saddening. One that would linger far too long within the kind, corrupting and tainting the bright thoughts one would have. Appearing after a particular phrase or fear -- sight or smell and soon would consume over them in a blink of an eye. Bobby felt it -- and he hated it.

It started off as a simple dream, falling asleep under the cool shady tree where he found familiarity too. Sometimes he and his friend and former interest Peter would sit about and mingle about experiences. Maybe toss a few jokes and laughs to pass the time until one was somehow called off to fight crime or needed to return home. Either or, it wasn't new to him. He sat on then grassy floor, it's gentle blades tickling his soft skin as the breeze rustled the leaves. His hair danced with the wind as the sleeping being laid and gentle exhales of cool icy breaths left his lips in a low fashion. It was a peaceful dream that would soon turn dark in a far too quickly.

Bobby felt trapped, unable to escape the grasps Mystique and Magneto. They had trapped not only his fellow teammates but also the brunet he's made friends with. The louder he screamed the harder it was for them to hear. One by one they would fall, crimson red painting the cells and walls of which he was constricted in. All he could hear is the sudden sounds of disappointment as they all blamed the ice mutant for standing about and doing nothing. When it came to Peter -- hearing how he had no emotion for the brunet -- tore the very confinement of his very soul. Both in his dream state and reality Bobby struggled to return to the world around, tossing and turning upon the grass. He couldn't wake up. He could wake up and it's fear within the dream was presence in his true form.