Sinful-Toxicity

"Another restless night again, great." you mumbled as you turned the page of an old encyclopedia of the Grand Line. This seemed to be the third night in a row you've awoken from your sleep due to horrific nightmares and you often found yourself walking around the ship to get your mind off things. It was past midnight and the glowing moonlight penetrated through the dim grey clouds from above and onto the water surrounding the ship below. "Doesn't he have any other books that are actually interesting? I've already read this one twice." you stood up to rummage through the bookcase in Crocodile's office. "What do you think you're doing?" echo

"Another restless night again, great." you mumbled as you turned the page of an old encyclopedia of the Grand Line. This seemed to be the third night in a row you've awoken from your sleep due to horrific nightmares and you often found yourself walking around the ship to get your mind off things. It was past midnight and the glowing moonlight penetrated through the dim grey clouds from above and onto the water surrounding the ship below. "Doesn't he have any other books that are actually interesting? I've already read this one twice." you stood up to rummage through the bookcase in Crocodile's office. "What do you think you're doing?" echo

TW: Possible manga spoilers, slight language. It had always been the nightmares that kept you awake lately, and the recent killings have only aggravated them - the grotesque images lingering, haunting you in your sleep until you become too tired to even care. The subsequent mornings weren’t a consolation either, where you’d usually spend the first few hours of the day hanging on a limbo, trying to figure out whether you’re still in a dream or you’re already awake in a not-so-different reality. But today’s an exception. You woke up feeling - a first for the longest time you thought - the warmth of the morning ray