Rtc Nischa/Perfectdolls/Spacedolls one shots!!! [On permanent hiatus]

Every night it plauged him. That stupid rollercoaster. It was real, it definitely was. Everyone saw it. And every night he has to relive it. He can't escape it. 

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He remembers it happening, then he suddenly was in this warehouse, then Penny was this weirdo doll girl and then he opened his eyes again and he was on the minibus on the way there, with Father Marcus shouting at the GPS as he looked around, making sure everyone saw the same thing. The confused look everyone gave each other definitely meant they did. 

"Did you guys see that?" Constance whispered. 

"Yeah, did we just die?" Penny asked, slightly scared and checking if she was real. 

"I think? Ok, we are going no where near that rollercoaster today, understood?" Ocean asked. 

Everyone just nodded in response, totally confused about what was going on. It didn't make it any better when the rollercoaster did derail later that day, only, on a test ride, so no one got hurt. It still freaked everyone out, knowing it could have been them. 

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Noel thought that would be it. None of it happened, he was alive, so why was he seeing it every night? 

Not only that, they were vivid, every moment was relived. It led him to lash out at some points, making him feel absolutely horrible afterwards. Especially towards Mischa, he never wants to upset him. Right now, they were laying in bed, not talking to each other. Some petty argument Noel started, he has no idea where it came from. Mischa isn't angry, he just doesn't want to talk to Noel right now, his back was towards him. He wanted to apologize but a thick aura of annoyance surrounded the room as if it were a blanket, so he just put all thoughts of apologizing aside. 

Noel just took a deep breath and went to sleep, hoping he wouldn't see that stupid rollercoaster. 

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FUCK FUCK FUCK WHY IS HE HERE? WHY NOW? WHY CAN'T HE STOP IT? 

Everyone is happy, Mischa gives him an anxious smile, before Noel can stop the ride, it starts. He was going to relive his 'death'. 

He saw the loop approaching and screamed loudly, before the metal screeching started. He could feel the fear around him. 

Ocean died first, she slipped out the ride, Constance pulled her back in, only for her stomach to be impaled by the lap bar. 

Constance died next, she was, laughing? She slipped out the ride before landing head first on the floor, she didn't move again. 

Ricky and Penny flew out from behind him, Penny screamed as she headed neck first for a piece of broken track, her head fell cleanly off as her limp body landed on the floor, with no head in sight. 

Ricky landed on a piece of track, surviving, before a sheet of metal hit him in the head, he never got up again. 

Mischa flew out next, he screamed before landing on the floor below, barely alive. 

Noel couldn't help but scream as his cart went directly to the floor, he knew he would fly down and hit the floor, as well as crush Mischa. Killing them both. 

The whole ordeal lasted 5 seconds max, but this dream seemed to go on forever. 

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Noel woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. He knew Mischa didn't want to talk to him at the moment, but he would understand. He tapped him quite aggressively, slight tears forming in his eyes. 

Mischa woke up, mumbling in confusion before he heard Noel's sobs in the darkness. 

"Poet?" Mischa asked, Noel couldn't respond. 

"Oh shit, my poet please calm down, please give me a second" Mischa said, stumbling our of bed to turn the light on. 

The room illuminated, making Noel cover his eyes. Mischa quickly jumped back onto the bed, grabbing his boyfriend into a tight hug. 

"It's going to be ok my poet, please calm down, I'm here, you're here, everyone is here, please my poet, you're ok" Mischa comforted, holding Noel tightly. 

"I'm so sorry Misch, it happened again and I don't know why, I can't get professional help or anything, it never happened to the people around us, only the choir knows about it. I'm so sorry for lashing out on you earlier, I haven't slept much and I know it's not an excuse but I'm so sorry, please forgive me" Noel cried into Mischa's once light grey t-shirt, which had now turned a dark grey around the area Noel had been crying. 

The once angry tension in the room had been washed away, with a more compassionate one. Mischa held Noel tightly, whispering sweet nothings to him. Some english, some Ukrainian. Just waiting for Noel to calm down. 

Noel's sobs now turned into light hiccups as his crying stopped and he lifted himself off Mischa's shirt. Still gripping his hand tightly. Not wanting to let go. 

"I'll always forgive you. I know, we're all exhausted. You will forever be my poet. I will never stop loving you, yes?" Mischa said, to which Noel smiled. He loved being his poet. He mentioned it once in the afterlife and now it's his name forever. Mischa always listens to the small details and he can't thank him enough. 

"Mischa, I don't think I can sleep now, how about a movie?" Noel asked. Mischa nodded. 

"To not start argument again, let's watch Blue Angel, your favorite yes?" Mischa negotiated. Noel could never say yes to his favorite movie? 

He was afraid when he felt himself falling asleep in Mischa's arms. However, he was more than happy when his dream was about Mischa. They were running through flower fields in Ukraine, just like the ones Mischa would always talk about. He was only half asleep, he could hear Lola Lola in the background, and he could feel Mischa rubbing his fingers through his hair. For the first time in a while, Noel was having a good dream. A pretty good one at that.