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[HannahBug]

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Username: HannahBug
Name: Sahara
Gender: Male
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Personality:
Sahara is typically seen smiling, cheerful in his own oddly worried way. He often attempts to be friendly, but he's horribly awkward and clumsy, which has a tendency to ruin it for him. For some reason, he never has this problem when he's alone. He often tries to practice walking smoothly and twisting around clutter, passing his own test with flying colors...and then immediately falling flat on face the moment he steps foot in a public place. While he tends to lean towards thinking logically, Sahara's definitely a dreamer. His favorite place to be is in his own mind, exploring the realms within. While daydreaming will do, he really enjoys actual dreams. Because of this, he has a weird sort of excitement towards sleep...? Many times, he'll just curl up and nod off, giving off the appearance that he's lazy. He's not very talkative...unless he gets on the topic of his dreams. Then, he'll talk for ages, a sparkle in his eye. He's not easily scared nor bullied, which is something others often guess wrong about him. He's not likely to stand up for himself, nor run away. He just sort of...stands there. Staring at you. Making you feel a little self conscious. Sahara also loves doing anything that might give him a sample of the thrill he gets when he's asleep. This can be very bad. Sometimes, this can be as simple as running around, feeling fast and free. Other times, it could be getting chased by an entire hoard of angry dogs. Those who have been around Sahara start to notice that he gets oddly excited and hyper in bad situations. Danger and discovery seem to peak his interest to no end, often annoying those who understand the gravity in the situation. Strangely enough, most of his laughs are awkward...except those when he's fleeing for his life or something else generally terrible. He truly is an odd and unpredictable character.

Dream:
"A good portion of the time, when people think of the word "dream", something wonderful comes to mind. A bright, cheerful fantasy world that is everything you ever wanted. Maybe everything happens the way you wanted it to, maybe there are a few slip ups. Either way, things typically go well. Let's be real, though. That's not the way dreams work. Nobody really gets them, but luckily, most people can forget them. Some of us, however, have a bit of a...sticker memory.
...
...Okay, I just really want to tell somebody about this dream I had and nobody would listen.
I thought an intro might draw someone in. Will you stick around for a sec now?"


Sahara spent a long time in blackness. He wasn't aware of the passing time nor of his surroundings until he lazily opened his eyes. Stretching and pulling himself to his paws, he glanced around this unfamiliar room. To his surprise, it was massive. The off-white walls and ceiling stretched away from him, being much bigger than any room he'd ever seen - maybe even larger than a whole house! The generic grey-brown carpet beneath his feet was short and hard, implying a layer of concrete beneath. Small curves and bumps in the walls were seemingly built on purpose, but didn't appear to do anything for the overall structure. The place was well lit, helping it seem even bigger. Bright, early morning sunshine seemed to come from between the ceiling and the walls to his left, but there was no hole that he could see to allow it in.

After staring on for a few moments, he felt a small twinge, telling him he should move. Realizing he hadn't since he stood up, he glanced around for some place to go. Behind him, the walls narrowed, forming a thinner, but still wide path that twisted around a curved wall and descended quickly into darkness. In front of him, a much wider passage continued straight on. For some reason, it was impossible for him to see further into it or even wrap his brain around the path being any longer than it already was. Still, though, the light carried encouragingly over the carpet, as if trying to influence his choice. Agreeing with the warm sun, Sahara started to wander down the walkway in front of him, eyes unfocusing the closer he got to it.

He was unaware of where or how long he was walking. He only noticed the soft sound of his paws on the now cold floor. Realizing that he had at some point closed his eyes, he started to open them. Finding he was in a state of sudden drowsiness, this proved difficult, but he did not struggle with it. When all he could manage was keeping his eyes one third open between long, dark blinks, he called it good.

When his eyelids weren't in the way, he took in this new place he'd wandered to without turning his head. The comforting light in now gone, replaced by an ominous, looming darkness. Instead of white walls and weak carpet, there were only bricks that were a deep, murky purple in color. He could not look up enough to see the ceiling, but the place still felt open. Like the previous room, this corridor was rather empty. A ways in front of him, the ground jutted up forming two large stairs. Past them, the floor dove back down, forming a shallow pit. On the other side, there were more steps, as if to allow exit. As if on a pre-placed track, Sahara carried on, his head hanging low from weariness. Deep down, he felt he should be afraid, but the emotion did not surface.

After stretching his legs far to climb the tall steps, he hesitated on the rim of the pool. About two and a half feet below him, there was a pond of...something. It was colored in blurred shades of bright green and yellow, contrasting sharply with the rest of the dark tunnel. If he was able to focus on one spot for long enough, he thought he could see something moving around. The second he tried to look at it again, though, it was gone. Eventually, whatever was pulling him along decided that he'd stood there long enough. Since there was no way around, his paws plunged into the strange liquid.

It was as if he was oil on water. The ooze both drug at him and parted, as if to allow him though. None of it managed to stick to his fur as he waded across, dragging his feet. As he went, the surface of the pool started to grow active and before he was even halfway across, large, square-ish hands were swirling around him. They were made from whatever he was walking though, their "arms" connected to the puddle still. Most just waved around, creating visual chaos, but some pulled at him. Despite the tugs on his legs, ears, fur, and so on, the force making him move would not let the hands have him. So, he trudged on until he reached the opposite end, jumping onto dry land and skittering away from the fingers reaching over the lip. For a while, he stared over his shoulder, watching them grow less enthusiastic until they dissolved back into the pool and everything was still once again. Slowly, he turned to face forward. Something in him knew there were many more of these ponds to come. Without a choice, he took a step towards the darkness.

Some time later, he turned a corner. Around it, there were no more pits of mysterious ooze, but a turret positioned just before the abrupt end of the hall. It looked like it belonged on the edge of the castle, except for its smooth walls that were the same color as those in the room he started in. The carpet was back as well, covering the spiral staircase that swirled away inside. Bright, cheerful sun shone mysteriously from nowhere, specifically avoiding touching the bricks he currently stood on. Again, Sahara was awed by the sight for a reason he couldn't quite pick out. It made him feel hopeful - maybe now he would be able to move on his own.

Unfortunately, this was not the case. As he stood, a whisper crept into his head and began to pester him. He would have shaken himself to try and shoo it away, but found he couldn't move a muscle on his own. As he started to move towards the stairs, he felt a sudden sense of dread growing, as if he shouldn't be here. Still, he entered the room, thoughts of where he had just come from all but vanishing. Once inside, he realized just how many pictures were hung on the walls, ruining their clean white look. Despite most of them not being of people or faces, he felt as if they were watching him. Besides the whispering in his head, which grew louder the more he climbed, it was deathly quiet. Almost guiltily, he surveyed the paintings, their muted browns and harsh reds attracting his eye. Not a singe cool color was to be found and, for some reason, it bothered him. So, he attempted to watch his paws as he ascended, more and more hushed voices echoing in his head.

He'd passes several floors, some of which he thought he could see windows in, but the force would not let him leave his course. The voices had grown loud now, audible as they screamed, yet were still only whispers. They insisted things about how he had to climb the stairs, follow the knocking, and touch the painting. He didn't know what it meant, but it was definitely creeping him out. The further he went, the less Sahara felt like he was walking. It seemed more like he was floating up the stairs. When he stopped staring wistfully into the rooms he couldn't enter to gaze down at his paws again, he found he couldn't see them. His vision began to swirl, distorting the world around him. Time moved faster and slower at random intervals, leaving him with no idea how far he'd come. It became so bad that he could focus on nothing other than the shouting in his head, unable to tune it out. It both scared and confused him. He hadn't heard any knocking and which painting could they possibly want him to touch? How could he if he couldn't move?

Suddenly, he was at the top of the spiral staircase. His vision swam as he tried to peer into the pear-shaped room in front of him, this one brighter than any of the others. Fewer paintings were there, but they seemed more watchful than any of the rest. In the back of the room, a huge, square pillar jutted forwards with a large frame in the center of it. The picture inside was bigger than any of the others. It showed a girl, her skin a gentle gray, wearing an elegant dress of a pale, muted blue. Her face, turned sideways, contrasted with the black background. Her eyes were closed as if she were resting while she sat there, small hands folded to her chest. She looked soft and welcoming, the deeper colors a relief. The only problems were her bright red lipstick and the aggressive knocking that had begun to get louder the moment he stet paw on the deep blue-green shag carpet.

Head swimming and pounding, he rushed towards the portrait, throwing his front paws up to touch it in hopes that it would make everything go away. Colors crashed around him as everything blurred, making him too dizzy to comprehend what was going on. Everything grew louder all at once and he lost track of where he was, now able to stumble about on his own. He had no idea how it got there, but an archway was in front of him. It lead into a large, pictureless room, an open window shining pure white at the back of it. Hopefully, he tried to go to it, but his vision suddenly spun behind his head and everything went black.

Sahara expected to wake, but found himself in a new place. He lay awkwardly in a thin corridor, so small that he couldn't fully stretch his paws out on either side of him. Feeling a bit panicked and claustrophobic, he jumped up and attempted to orient himself. Behind him was a dead end. In front of him, the small hall continued before turning sharply out of view. Somehow, he knew their area was only made of these thin halls, winding about like a maze. Sounds of explosions and muted shouting came from places he couldn't identify. Large blasts had taken out chunks of the walls and floor, leaving him a window to see that outside there was nothing but endless ocean and blue sky. Before he could think much, he realized there was the sound of many pounding boots all rushing towards him. He had nowhere he could run.


"And that's when I woke up! There was also something about a civilization in there
somewhere and they were at war or something, but I don't remember how I got there.
I'm sure I'll figure it out later, though, it you want to hear it!"



If you couldn't guess, this is based off a dream I had a couple years ago
I assume it's not what you meant, but ;DD

[zakuro.]

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HNNG res

[amaoretto]

just a reminder, this ends in 2 days!

[ᴅ ᴇ s ᴛ ɪ ᴇ ʟ]

I'm sorry guys D: I was just wondering if I could have an extension till Sunday? I just got back from a trip and I've been meaning to art of this kid and I don't have my computer

[amaoretto]

heads up, this ends at 11:59 pm EST tonight!

[amaoretto]

the winner of the readoption is HannahBug!
i really enjoyed how you portrayed him and i hope you take good care of him <3

[HannahBug]

Pthbb, I thought I responded to this orz
Thank you! ;v;

[amaoretto]

its okay!
i hope you take good care of them