PIT BABE: the dark nexus

By anonymous_donor

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Pit Babe: The dark nexus " follows six demon hunters - Pete, Babe, Alan, Kenta, Winner, and North - as they c... More

Introduction
Demon Hunt
Veiled Memories
Veiled Shadows: Dreamer's Echo
Screams & Whispers
Howls of the night
Marks of Mysteries
Shadows of the Mind
Whispers & Rituals
Whispers of the past
Lost in Reverie: A Dream's Embrace
Echoes of the Dreamworld
Guided by light
Crossing Realms: Reuniting with the Lost
Whispers of Connection
The Unseen Threat: Revelations of Power
Aftermath Echoes: Sonic's Dream
Divergent Realms: Unveiling Powers and Nightmares
Divergent Realities
The End
"Unfinished Echoes: A Farewell to the Unwritten"

Echoes of Longing

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By anonymous_donor

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the laptop screens casting a faint halo around Sonic and the trio best friends as they huddled together, deep in conversation.

Papers and books were strewn across the table, each bearing the weight of their collective curiosity.

Way furrowed his brow in concentration, his fingers dancing across the keyboard as he sifted through ancient texts and obscure websites in search of answers.

"I'm telling you guys, there's something strange about that mountain," he muttered, his eyes scanning the screen for any clue that might shed light on their mysterious dreams.

Kim leaned in closer, his own laptop open in front of him as he scrolled through pages of folklore and urban legends.

"You're not wrong, Phi," he agreed, his voice tinged with excitement. "According to this legend, the mountain is said to be haunted by the spirits of those who lost their lives there centuries ago."

Charlie nodded in agreement, flipping through the dusty pages of an old book he had borrowed from the library.

"And check this out," he said, his finger tracing the intricate illustrations of ancient symbols. "These symbols match the ones we've been seeing in our dreams."

Sonic, his brow furrowed in thought, listened intently to their findings.

"So, what does it all mean?" he asked, a note of frustration creeping into his voice. "Why are we dreaming about this mountain? And what do these symbols have to do with anything?"

Way glanced up from his screen, a determined glint in his eyes.

"I think the key lies in deciphering these symbols," he replied, his fingers tapping out a rhythm on the keyboard. "If we can unlock their meaning, we might be able to unravel the mystery of our dreams."

As the hours ticked by, they delved deeper into their research, each member of the group bringing their own unique skills and knowledge to the table.

Way used his expertise in ancient languages to decipher the cryptic symbols, while Kim scoured the internet for any mention of supernatural occurrences in the area.

Charlie poured over ancient texts and folklore, searching for clues hidden within the pages of history.

Despite their efforts, the answers remained elusive, teasingly out of reach like wisps of smoke in the wind.

But they refused to be discouraged, their determination fueling their resolve to uncover the truth behind their shared dreams.

"We'll figure this out, guys," Way declared, his voice ringing with conviction. "No matter how long it takes, no matter how many dead ends we hit, we won't stop until we unlock the secrets of that mountain."

With renewed determination, they pressed on into the night, their minds ablaze with the promise of discovery and the hope of unraveling the enigma that had bound them together in a web of shared dreams and ancient mysteries.

At night, the kitchen was alive with activity as Way and Sonic, accompanied by their friends Kim and Charlie, busied themselves preparing dinner.

Amidst the clatter of pots and pans, the aroma of spices, and the sizzle of ingredients hitting the hot skillet, they discussed their ongoing research into the mysterious dreams that had been haunting them.

"So, what did you guys find out today?" Kim asked, leaning against the kitchen counter with a curious expression.

Way, his brow furrowed in concentration, glanced up from the cutting board where he was slicing vegetables.

"Well, I found some interesting references in this ancient text I've been translating," he replied, gesturing to the old tome open on the counter beside him. "It's all about ancient rituals and symbols, but I'm still trying to make sense of it."

Sonic, who was stirring a bubbling pot on the stove, nodded in agreement.

"And I've been scouring the internet for any mention of that mountain we keep seeing in our dreams," he added. "I found a few obscure references, but nothing concrete yet."

Charlie, who had been flipping through a stack of old books borrowed from the university library, chimed in eagerly.

"I came across some interesting folklore about mountain spirits and ancient legends," he said, his eyes shining with excitement. "It's all a bit cryptic, but I think there might be some connection to what we're experiencing."

As they worked and talked, the atmosphere in the kitchen shifted from one of focused concentration to one of camaraderie and warmth.

Despite the weight of their shared burden, there was a sense of comfort in being together, in facing the unknown as a united front.

But amidst the laughter and chatter, there lingered an undercurrent of something deeper, something unspoken yet palpable. It was a sense of familiarity, of connection, that transcended the bounds of mere friendship.

Suddenly, Sonic felt a strange sensation wash over him, a fleeting moment of déjà vu that left him feeling disoriented and unsettled. He paused in his stirring, casting a puzzled glance at Way.

"Hey, phi Way," he began tentatively, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "Do you ever get the feeling like... like you've been here before.?...like this! "

Way looked up, his expression mirroring Sonic's confusion.

"Now that you mention it, yeah, I too felt it earlier" he replied slowly. "It's like... like a memory that's just out of reach, you know?"

Before they could delve any further into their strange sensations, Kim entered the kitchen, his eyes bright with curiosity. " You guys done yet?" he asked, his voice filled with enthusiasm.

But as Kim looked at Sonic and Way, he felt a jolt of recognition, a flash of a scene playing out before his eyes.

In that moment, he saw them not in the kitchen of their shared apartment, but in a different place altogether, laughing and joking as they prepared a meal together. It was a fragment of a memory, distant and hazy, yet undeniably real.

Charlie, sensing Kim's sudden shift in demeanor, approached him cautiously, a furrow of concern marring his brow.

"Hey, Kim, you okay?" he asked, placing a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder.

Kim shook himself out of his reverie, blinking rapidly as he tried to make sense of what he had just experienced.

"I... I don't know," he admitted, his voice trembling slightly. "It was like... like I was somewhere else, but here at the same time. It's hard to explain."

Charlie exchanged a puzzled glance with Way and Sonic, his own confusion mirrored in their expressions.

Something strange was happening, something that defied rational explanation. And as they stood together in the kitchen, the echoes of their past lives whispered in the air, a tantalizing hint of the mysteries yet to be unraveled.

As they finished cooking, the aroma of their efforts filled the air, adding to the warmth and comfort of the kitchen. Way skillfully plated the food, arranging each dish with care before serving it to his friends.

"Alright, dinner's served, folks!" Way announced, a hint of pride in his voice as he presented the dishes.

"Looks delicious, phi Way! You've outdone yourself," Sonic complimented, eying the spread with anticipation.

"A feast fit for kings!" Kim chimed in, already reaching for a serving of the main dish.

Charlie nodded in agreement, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "Can't wait to dig in!"

A small banter erupted as they settled around the table, the easy camaraderie between them evident in their playful exchanges and shared laughter.

"So, who's hungry enough to challenge me to an eating contest?" Kim joked, nudging Sonic playfully.

"You're on, Kim! But don't blame me when you're left in the dust," Sonic retorted, a competitive glint in his eye.

"Alright, gentlemen, let's save the competition for dessert. We have plenty to go around," Way interjected with a laugh, trying to steer the conversation back to their meal.

Despite the weight of their research and the mysteries they sought to unravel, there was a sense of lightness in their interactions, a reminder of the bond that held them together.

As they began to eat, the delicious flavors elicited murmurs of approval, each bite a testament to Way's culinary skills.

"Mmm, this is amazing, phi Way! You should consider opening your own restaurant," Sonic complimented between bites, his enthusiasm evident.

"You think so? Maybe I'll stick to being a chef for our little group," Way replied with a grin, pleased by his friend's praise.

The conversation flowed easily, topics ranging from their latest research findings to humorous anecdotes from their past.

"So, remember that time we got lost in the woods during that camping trip?" Charlie began, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Good thing phi Way had his trusty map with him, or we might still be wandering around out there!"

Laughter filled the kitchen as they reminisced about past adventures, the shared memories strengthening their bond even further.

After dinner, as they lingered at the table, Sonic announced his intention to head home.

But Way, sensing a reluctance in his friend's voice, gently insisted that he stay the night.

"Come on, Sonic, you know you're always welcome here. Plus, it's getting late, and I wouldn't want you to walk home alone in the dark," Way urged, concern evident in his tone.

Sonic hesitated, protesting that he didn't want to impose, but Way's earnest insistence eventually won out, convincing Sonic to accept his offer with a grateful smile.

As they settled down in the living room, nestled together in makeshift beds, the warmth of their shared presence enveloped them.

Way, feeling a sense of contentment, suggested, "Let's rest now, together."

Charlie, always attuned to the group's emotional needs, chimed in, "Yeah, we should. How about we all sleep here tonight?"

Sonic, feeling a wave of gratitude for his friends, smiled and replied, "That sounds perfect."

Kim, feeling the weight of their shared history, added, "I agree. It feels... right."

As they lay down, the exhaustion of the day mingled with a sense of peace and belonging.

They held each other close, their embraces serving as a reminder of the deep bond they shared.

In the quiet of the night, amidst the soft breathing of their friends, Way whispered, "I'm glad you're all here."

Charlie, feeling the same sense of warmth, whispered back, "Me too, phi Way. Me too."

Sonic, his heart full, whispered, "I feel like...I've been missing  this my whole life. "

And Kim, feeling the emotions swell within him, whispered, " Me too....I love you all."

In that moment, surrounded by the ones they held dear, they drifted off to sleep, their dreams filled with visions of a past life and the promise of a future filled with love and camaraderie.

OTHER SIDE

As the night descended, Jeff and Dean found themselves grappling with a profound sense of unease. It was as if a weight hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over their usual camaraderie.

Jeff, unable to shake off the unsettling whispers he had heard earlier, tossed and turned in bed, his mind plagued by unanswered questions.

Sensing the earlier restlessness of his brother, Dean hesitantly approached Jeff's room, a furrow of concern etched on his brow.

"Jeff, are you awake?" he called softly, his voice carrying a note of apprehension.

Jeff's response was immediate, his tone weary yet tinged with vulnerability.

"Yeah, I can't seem to sleep," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Dean hesitated for a moment before speaking again.

"I feel it too, phii Jeff," he confessed quietly, his words laden with uncertainty. "This... emptiness. Like something's missing."

Jeff's heart clenched at his brother's admission, the shared sentiment bringing a sense of solidarity in their shared discomfort.

"Do you... Do you want to sleep in here tonight?" he offered tentatively, a flicker of hope glimmering in his eyes.

Dean's expression softened at Jeff's suggestion, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Yeah, I think that might help," he agreed, grateful for the offer of companionship in the face of their shared unease.

With a sense of relief washing over them, the brothers settled into bed together, the warmth of their shared presence providing a fleeting sense of solace amidst the uncertainty that lingered in the air.

In the quiet of the night, they found themselves engaging in quiet conversation, sharing their fears and uncertainties as they sought to make sense of the inexplicable longing that gripped their hearts.

And as they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in the comfort of each other's presence, they found fleeting respite from the mysteries that haunted their dreams.

As they lay side by side, the air thick with unspoken words, Dean broke the silence, his voice hesitant yet determined.

"Phi Jeff, do you ever feel like... like there's someone missing? Like we're supposed to remember something, but we can't quite grasp it?"

Jeff nodded in understanding, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as he struggled to put his thoughts into words.

"Yeah, it's like... like there's a piece of the puzzle that we're meant to find, but it keeps slipping through our fingers," he admitted, his voice tinged with frustration.

Dean reached out, his hand finding Jeff's in the darkness, their fingers intertwining in a silent gesture of solidarity.

"I know what you mean," he murmured, his tone heavy with empathy. "It's like there's a hole in our memories, and we're trying to fill it with... with something we can't quite remember."

Jeff squeezed Dean's hand in response, a surge of gratitude flooding through him at the simple act of connection.

"I'm glad you're here, Dean," he confessed softly, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Dean's heart swelled with warmth at Jeff's words, a smile gracing his lips despite the lingering unease that clouded their thoughts.

"I feel the same way, phi Jeff," he replied earnestly, his grip on Jeff's hand tightening in silent reassurance. "We'll figure this out together, whatever it takes."

And as they drifted off to sleep, the weight of their shared burden momentarily lifted by the comfort of each other's presence, Jeff and Dean found solace in the unspoken promise of solidarity that bound them together, even in the face of the unknown.

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Author's note:  I hope you liked it.....drop some comments and votes na 🥺👉🏻👈🏻... Please show some love bubbly pumpkins... I'll see u guys in next episode till then take care of yourselves and I love you all💕✌


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