"Hey, how's that drug I'm slipping you been working out anyway? I'm gonna get in so much trouble from Professor Lambert if he finds out I'm using you as our little test subject off the books." April shrugs off the white coat she's required to wear in the lab, entering her college dorm room with Gwen yawning behind her, clutching the zip-lock bag with her latest freebie in. A pill black as Nyx's woven midnight that falls over the sky a fine tapestry, ushering all beneath it into sleep.

"It's fine... if he does find out and kick up a fuss, just tell him I begged you for them, or stole them. I don't really give a fuck, I'd rather be able to sleep than pass my exams with dark bags under my eyes. They're doing the trick, April, I owe you so much." Gwen gives a slight smile, it's all she's able to muster in this half awake state she finds herself in. 

April's eyes light up and she finds her heart all aflutter, drunk on the concept of a favoured owed. Gwen is the most aesthetically pleasing person on the entire campus in her eyes, April's particular tastes being filled in like a checklist reaching down to her feet and rolling on further. To call April's attraction to Gwen a simple crush would be to imply it something natural and healthy, rather than the poisonous obsession it truly is. "D-Don't mention it, anything to see that smile unblemished by something so trivial as insomnia. I just wanted to check in because, as you know, it's an untested product and almost certainly a depressant. Be careful, Gwenny."

Gwen cringes at the awful nickname and shakes the resealable bag in her hand, ignoring her roommate's warning and surprising absolutely nobody in her audience of one. "Well I can't get carried away when you only give me one a night, so I think I'll be alright. I can hear it calling to me right now, in fact, so I think I'll go and hit the hay." The brunette begins walking to the bathroom when April lets out a discordant snicker that gives her roommate pause, Gwen turning to face the odd sound with widened eyes.

"You can't do that, Gwenny, because you already went to bed an hour ago! Mistaking reality and dream, is that a new side effect? Hm... I'll have to go run some tests in the lab." April rubs her chin in deep thought as her body loses form, becoming thick liquid that seeps between cracks in the floorboard until she's disappeared entirely through slits of darkness Gwen cannot follow her into. 

"Wh-What the fuck?" Gwen feels air escape her lungs and stumbles back, losing her footing as she sails down into an impossibly soft mattress that sinks through the dorm into the very earth below, a rabbit hole of freefall that makes her feel as Alice once did in the annals of fiction. Gwen tries to sit up but finds it difficult to deny the cushioning caress of soft sheets, lavender scents commanding her back down as she rests head upon pillow and yawns. There's an irony in yawning during a dream which is lost on the sinking brunette, her struggle swallowed whole by pillowy mass that engulfs her body until she finds herself in an endless monochromatic realm of comfort and sleep. 

"Oh my, sister. It appears she's finally lucid, does this mean we can finally meet her?" A feminine voice reverberates through halls of fluffy pillowcases and fluttering bedsheets. Gwen tries to follow the source of the voice even if it's difficult to discern if a physical origin exists, her bare feet sinking inches deep into the soft ground with each determined footfall. Impossibly tender touch kisses her ankles and saps her energy with every step until she finds her head too heavy to hold up high, the starless night of April's tablet commanding her serenity with stern whisper. 

Sleep.

No strength left in her limbs to carry her forwards, Gwen collapses into the waiting maw of pillow and sheet, cushioned ground eating her whole and dropping her into a deeper realm of dream. A world of rem sleep, black mattress catching her in square palm and padded cuffs closing around her ankles and wrists with silent titters.

"Indeed, sister, she's given herself over to her friend's hypnotics and we're to reap the benefits. An endless dreamer for yourself, a soul under the cloche to sate my appetite... it's a gift we can share, no?" A husky voice rings out through this dark void of deep sleep and the dreamer pulls against her restraints to no avail. Strangely enough, she finds that the harder she struggles the more relaxed she becomes, sluggish motions slowing as two pairs of footsteps somehow clack against the cushioned flooring. 

"Who... who's there?" Gwen feels too sapped by slothful kisses against her bare skin to sit up, almost grateful when the cuffs around her wrists pull upwards towards that textureless black ceiling, her body posed like marionette until she's sitting upright on the bed with arms hoisted up over her head. Dainty hands are fast asleep, hanging in the air as sleepy eyes trace the owners of those contrasting voices and slowly widen. 

Two figures stand at the foot of the bed, both just as striking as the other as they complement and contrast in equal measure. The first to have spoken in that velvety, tranquil voice, has flowing auburn hair partially obstructed by a luminous white wing protruding from her right temple. She appears beautiful and angelic, sun kissed skin draped in white cloth that hangs over one shoulder, her right breast uncovered and drawing the dreamer's attention in a shameful stare she needn't worry over. In the goddess of sleep's hand is an ivory flute long enough to be mistaken for a staff, held out diagonally as it intersects with her twin sister's ebony sword. The dark mirror to the flute bearing goddess is one with a face more angular and pale, all her features just as sharp as those penetrating eyes that glare at their stupefied sleeper. Where her twin is nothing but softness you could sink into, her white haired mirror presents a jagged reflection, black fabric wrapped over both shoulders but heavily torn all over. The twins do share the deep crimson colour of their irises, all four locking with Gwen's meek green gaze. 

"Ah, she's so much cuter when she's animate, sister mine. Can we keep her?" The goddess in white twirls her flute and steps around the left side of the bed, at least what Gwen perceives to be left. The auburn haired woman smells strongly of lavender comfort, nipping at Gwen's consciousness even within the realm of sleep. 

"Of course we can, Hypnos dear, provided she accepts the dream. It's a hard thing to deny, when you're already so far gone as to be able to see us in corporeal forms." The deeper, throaty voice cackles as white haired goddess of death approaches on the other side of the bed after sheathing her shimmering black sword. 

"E-Excuse me, what's... what's happening? Is this a dream?" Gwen whips her head back and forth between the approaching twin deities, a knee from each sinking into the bed as both lean close with matching smiles despite contrasting personalities. The one on the right, paler and clad in black cloth, carries with her a strong medicinal scent like pure alcohol. Her hand reaches out to frame Gwen's chin between rough fingers, firmly taking hold of the restrained dreamer. 

"Naturally, which means you needn't worry what happens right? My name is Thanatos, and this here is my beautiful twin sister Hypnos. We've come to lay claim to someone who has fallen deeper into a world of sleep than she has ever truly felt awake. If you feel more at home here, in dream, you'll be happy to know there's a depth that you can never surface from." Thanatos smirks with cruel black lips, curling satisfaction that has Gwen's hairs standing on end. A soft hand caresses her cheek and tilts the brunette's head away from death, towards serene pink smile devoid of any hostility.

"You're adorable, sweet thing... aha, my sister speaks true. You never have to wake up if you don't wish to, you can stay here with us in endless halls of ivory temptation, stay with me as sleep becomes your new state. How does it sound, tempting?" The angelic, dulcet voice almost distracts Gwen from just how strange the words they speak are to a human being who understands that sleeping forever can only mean one thing. A dark finality that looms over her right shoulder, still gripping her chin in coarse hold. 

"I-I can't die... if I'm dead, I won't be able to dream." Gwen shivers, both goddesses shuffling closer until their combined aura suffocates her in a new cocoon of sleep. 

Hypnos gives a satisfied hum as she holds both of the troubled human's heated cheeks, drawing nearer and nearer until her forehead lightly brushes Gwen's. The intimate proximity makes the dreamer blush wildly, feeling the breath of a goddess collapsing against her tired little face. "Oh but that isn't the nightmare you paint it as, child. The sleep we offer is an endless reverie from which the imperfections of life can never reach. Life is destined to end, living therefore is but a sunk cost fallacy. Come and join me and my sister in sleep and death, Gwenny, to dream is to die and this is an afterlife of constant comfort in my arms. I'm told my touch is softer than the surface of a cloud, the idealised version of such you're liable to encounter in dream, of course. In the world you come from, that which you refer to as 'real life', clouds are not so comforting to touch. See how this is better? I want to take care of you, if you're here in my arms already it means you're succumbing to the selfsame desires, we share a single dream."

"Nobody wants to die alone, but for most communion in expiry is not a luxury they're afforded, my sword pierces lone heart and places it upon the scale a solitary offering." Thanatos tilts Gwen's face back in her direction, giving the illusion the twins are competing over her even if their words only prove a collaborative effort to lull the sleeping student into their tempting forever. Temptation is a crowsong of black desire winding the music box muscle in her chest, letting it beat to their tune as fingers and tongues and scents wrap her up in their miasma. "Every yawn is a level deeper in the dream, every touch you accept from us a surrender to the gift we offer. If you're too weak to resist, it just means you're willing to give it all up. A life of constant exhaustion, a degree you care so little for you risk it all on childish experimentation, a grey sky above your head that heralds no ambition. I'm going to kiss you now, roughly. Pale parasitic spectre parting lips and claiming the dreamer their willing whore. Will you deny me, dear one?"

Gwen is breathless against the twins as Hypnos pushes the human's left shoulder between those pillowy breasts while Thanatos possessively kisses her. A kiss of death fills her mouth as silky auburn hair spills over her shoulder and Hypnos lightly coos, resting her head with a lilting hum that tickles the inside of Gwen's ear and reaches deeper inside to molest her soul. The breathless human cannot even consider kissing back as the goddess of death dominates her mouth, eyes fluttering closed and body sinking down into the bed. The three bodies descend several layers deeper into Gwen's subconscious, the poor girl allowing them inside, permitting the untested drug access to her mind. Her desires, her emotions, her motor function.

"Mmh..." The sleepy goddess stirs on Gwen's shoulder, her hand stroking fingertips across the girl's inner thigh in lazy circles. "You're being such a good girl, I knew you would be. Staying here with us, falling deeper... mmh.... there's more to live for in a dream, it's ever changing. Malleable, just like pretty dolls with blunt bangs and adorable green eyes I could suck on..." Hypnos sounds so sleepy that Gwen cannot help but yawn, causing the floor to give way several more times into realms of alternating ebony and ivory softness. 

Thanatos kisses across Gwen's jaw, coating it in pacifying black corruption that makes the human buckle, wanting nothing more than to simply keep on falling for the same trick again and again until the well of thought runs dry. "You're easy, it's no big surprise that you begged our sister Apate for this. You ate from her deceitful palm like an eager pig, desperate for any easy escape from that claustrophobic existence out there. You're not equipped to be a person, just a doll, soul ripped from its body and plunged into a deadly abyss. Desolating, annihilating attention makes a hungry apocalypse of you, starved of dream and ready to fatten yourself up on it forevermore. Keep falling for us and we'll make your endless death a blissful one, far more appealing than the uncertainty of a scriptless, listless existence anyway. You weren't cut out for it, that's why you rolled the dice on mother Nyx. Swallowing night, night after night, until the night becomes you."

Gwen's eyes roll and she slips deeper under the influence of incubating words, new thoughts beginning to hatch in her mind that make the prospect of staying here seem not just appealing... but her only realistic option. She's fallen so deep into the dream already that it would appear death, too, is a sunk cost fallacy. Hook line and sink her. She read that in a story on the internet once, realising that fiction, dreaming, had already long been the escape from the mundanity of her life. Now she can be connected to the net full time, an addict with no comedown period.

"You're so beautiful when you're giving in, sweetie, eyes all aflutter and thoughts all mine." Hypnos plunges her tongue into Gwen's ear and laps up the remaining willpower with a serenade of squelch soon brought into stereo by Thanatos mimicking the action on the other side, both twins eating out Gwen's ears in an act that delves beyond seduction into a show of indulgent obscenity. It's the moment when the last tether finally snaps and Gwen's entire body, mind and soul succumb to mental massacre, a subjugation of her very humanity as she loses form just as April had at the beginning of the dream. Twin sisters hum their twisted melody as they reshape not only desire, but the sleeping college student's entire body. The shape of her soul, the form she takes in the dream, all are manipulated by their fingers which grow in size to towering digits grander than the tallest skyscrapers wrought by man.

Eventually, the dreamer becomes the dream, and what is left in the world above no longer becomes any of its concern. A happy dream exists deep in subconscious cage, a gilded one with wonderful caretakers manifested by chemical corruption over only a week of implanted suggestion during nights of full sleep, Apate's whispers reaching deep and setting the stage through her vessel in April. 

Or perhaps, the true manipulator is simply a chemist in a white coat, sitting over her new creation with boundless excitement making a mess of her composure. The dream will never know.

"Gwenny... you're always prettiest when you're sleeping, ever since you started taking my pills I can play with you as much as I like and you don't even react one bit hehe. I'd like more, though, so on the night you finally react to my words I'll know how far you've fallen for me, all the way to the bottom until only a living, breathing doll remains~" April straddles her sleeping roommate's waist eagerly, leaning forwards with greedy hands compressing the other's heaving chest. Almost immediately, April can tell that there's something different about Gwen tonight. Her body is overheating, her face housing porcelain smile that drives the chemist's obsession to newfound heights. While Gwen experiences a future of endless falling, April soars into new heavens with every step of this process. "Ah... you're. Uhm, Gwen. I mean, Doll. Have you reached the bottom of the dream yet?"

It's the same question that April has asked every night since her roommate began to enjoy restful sleep, but finally a response escapes the brunette's lips and has April giddy with excitement. "Yes... I've sunk so deep, I never have to leave."

"Th-That's right! Such a good doll for me, your mind is forever wandering and so... your body needs somebody to take good care of it, somebody to love and cherish it like any girl would treat her dolls. I'm going to be that for you from now on, so I need your subconscious to cooperate and help me treat you right. Ah gosh, you're so pretty and... and so mine. I can't believe I finally have you to myself, forever. Say it! Say you're mine forever! My Gwenny doll~" April's breathing becomes erratic, her obsession getting the better of her as the reality of her control finally sets in and whispers sweet victory into that slick heat between her legs. Her hips roll against the doll's torso, back arching in ecstasy as indecent as her blackened morals.

"I'm yours forever. Your Gwenny doll." Repeats the living doll with a pretty smile Hypnos would be proud of, Gwen too lost in endless sinking with the sultry twins to be concerned with what goes on in the life she's left behind. She'll forever be in the paradise of sleep, a slow death of dreaming, while her new owner will train her doll body to be subservient, to please its master, and to show deceit to those who would never understand the deal made. 

Everyone's a winner here, right?