Who: Carver When: 2 pm Where: Carver's dreams What: Carver's having a nightmare. It'll end soon.
When the rest of the town fell into a deep slumber, Carver fell with them, almost literally. He'd been on his way to his car when he suddenly collapsed, exhausted. Luckily, he'd been found and brought back to his place, where he drifted constantly from nightmare to nightmare.
Most featured something having to do with his jobs, his father, Raven, or Fox. They blended easily though, in this dark dreamscape he was trapped in. Currently, it was a work dream. He was at the diner, putting in orders. It all felt so real. He could smell the fries, feel the sizzling heat of the grill. He'd just turned to get a new order from Pat when he heard someone clear their throat. Fox was at the frying station, in the human form he'd seen the night he left. Before he could react, the scene changed.
The vat of oil grew, and so did Fox. He was almost three times his usual size by the time he reached Carver, plucking him easily from the ground and into the vat of boiling oil. Carver cried and screamed, twisting as his flesh almost literally melted, the smell nauseating. He passed out from the pain before he could drown in it, the sound of Fox's laughter echoing in his ears.
In the real world, horrible bubbling burn marks spread rapidly from his feet up to his head. Heaving one last grunt, Carver died in his sleep.