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A Midnight Visitor

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Iriel viciously bit into the apple, teeth gnawing with a particular vehemence. She wasn't sure where the irritation was coming from. In fact, she didn't even know she was annoyed until the first bite of the fruit. Maybe it was something about the apple itself that caused her anger. She stopped eating for a moment and glared at the dissatisfactory fruit. Seeing nothing wrong and feeling no surge of anger or a release from it, she bit into it again.

Her legs were draped all over the small black computer chair she finally had the sense to drag into her room, hoping for a more comfortable place to sit and use her laptop. Her upper body was stretched on the bed, with the laptop just close enough that she could type. It was hot, so her pants lay abandoned in a heap on the floor, hair tied up and out of the way.

After a few rounds of games on an old virtual pet site, she finished the apple and threw the core across the room and into the trashcan. It hit with a resounding thud, it's new home having just been emptied. The irritation stayed after she got rid of it, proving that she wasn't really annoyed about the apple. She apologized to its shriveled corpse and readjusted herself until the laptop was resting warm and secure on her stomach. Her bum was getting tired.

She stroked the side of the laptop, lovingly named Samira, silently asking it what she should do next. Her sudden surge of literacy had left her; she was unable to write anything that made sense and reading was beyond her suddenly fuzzy head. She was getting tired of all her games, and there was nothing to watch. No one was online to talk to, not anyone that wanted to talk to her at least.

She growled and stared at the ceiling. A song about chocolate began to play on the laptop, a song that usually made her smile or smirk a little bit, but this time she ignored it.

"Ey! Wot do you think you're doing there, then?"

Iriel jumped up, knocking the laptop safely off of her stomach and onto the bed. When she spotted the source of the voice, she jumped back a little on the bed. A woman was sitting on the floor at the edge of the bed, only the top of her head from the eyes up visible. Her luminous brown eyes were wide and staring. Iriel pulled down her shirt, all too aware of the fact that her pants were missing. She was glad she had changed into a longer shirt to sleep in.

"Umm… I'm just trying to find something to do." She said, hand straying towards her newly acquired dagger that rested on her nightstand. It wasn't as sharp as she thought it would be, but hopefully it would at least scare the woman away if it came to a fight.

"Just searching for something to do, ey?" The woman mimicked, standing up and leaning over the bed. A faintly glowing claw necklace fell from her chest and brushed the bed. A short staff was slung across her back. "You were supposed to be asleep hours ago, you were! I have other children to attend to, you know. I can't be wasting me time 'ere."

"Then… go."

"Not 'till you sleep, I can't!" The woman had a crazed look about her. One of her eyes was twitching. Iriel was afraid it would turn in its socket, separate from the other.

"Why not?" Iriel inched away form the woman.

"Because Allel needs to give you good dreams, she does."

"Who is Allel?"

"Allel is Allel!" Said the woman, pointing to herself. "And Allel must give you good dreams now, she does."

"Erm… I'm fine, thank you. I can make up my own dreams." Iriel said, wondering why the woman had suddenly lapsed into third person.

"Oh no you can't. No, no, no, you can't. Allel's the reason you have them in the first place. Without Allel, you have nothing in that little sleeping brain of yours. Unless one of them gets to you. Then you have nightmares. And we can't have that. No."

"One of who?" Iriel asked, more than a little freaked out now. How'd she even get into the room in the first place?

"You don't need to know that one, dearie. No need to trouble your little 'ead." The woman jumped down and walked to the side of the bed, closer to Iriel. "Right then, you mush go to sleep. I can 'ear my little dearies calling for me."

"But I'm not tired." Iriel said, leaning away from the woman, who apparently felt like speaking normally again.

"You will sleep now!" The woman said, smiling cheerily, before she cracked her short staff hard over Iriel's head.
True story.

What, you guys don't have a random creeper that watches you while you sleep and gives you good dreams?

This is actual a fanfiction. A VERY cracky one, but it's still a fanfic. (It's actually so full of crack that you can understand it and enjoy it just fine without ever having seen the movie.)

It's for the movie Ink, a move I doubt any of you have seen, but one I highly recommend.

Seriously. Go watch it.

Now.

(And go listen to the soundtrack, because it's a thing of beauty.)
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>.> i shall take your recommendation watch it, and raise one movie called "The fountain" do it watch >.>