I was in a large, unfamiliar place. There were a bunch of people I don't know as well (though only two of them were really part of the dream). In fact, the person whose eyes I was seeing through wasn't actually me. But, either way, there were a bunch of trials and questions that we had to answer/do correctly or face the consequences. One of the trials for whatever fucking reason included the lyrics for Hakuna Matata. One of our teammates (acquaintances? fellow poor souls?), who for whatever reason was just talking about liking Shinobu from Kimetsu no Yaiba, was tied up to a board. Before the trial, they were talking to me about how the wall had all the colours of the rainbow painted by the baseboards, and how they wanted to see them again when it was all over. The trial was that me and the other person there, who was a really strangely-dressed boy with brown hair, had to figure out the fucking lyrics to Hakuna Matata, and we weren't allowed to put names in there either (even though there are in the lyrics).

My knowledge of Disney Music that isn't from The Little Mermaid, Anastasia, or Mulan is lacking, and the brown-haired boy hadn't a clue what Disney was, so it was really stressful trying to figure it out. And each second we couldn't figure it out, fucking *clams* were inching towards the person on the board-- I'll just call them Shinobu. (The penalty for putting names was that seven clams would automatically be thrown onto Shinobu.)  They were apparently man-eating clams, but if any of us were to try and shoo them away, we would have to scratch off our own skin. Upon instinct, I slapped away a singular clam that I saw hopping along, and it was too late by the time I had realized my mistake. A figure in an extravagant, orange silk dress appeared behind me. Their sandy shoulders were exposed, and had freckles, all darkened by the orange tint in the room. They spoke to me, "your skin is now glass."

They grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me to a room that greatly resembled a bathroom, though there was no toilet. 

Hesitantly, I began to scratch off my skin. It crumbled away like Kinetic Sand and fell in clumps onto the tiled floor. My eyes looked around at the blue walls of the room as I scratched slowly, the paint was perfect, not even chipped in the slightest. My eyes darted back to my arms, my eyes widened in horror and I could feel myself begin to gag. My skin had fallen away to show teal glass with streaks of grey. It almost looked painted. Despite the absence of pain, the small patch of glass I saw was still enough to make my head spin. I stopped scratching and gripped onto the sides of a sink in front of me. I stared at my face, dark circles under my eyes and chestnut brown hairs darkened with sweat. From outside, I heard screaming, it was the brown-haired boy's --who I'll just call Joe-- and Shinobu's screams combined. The clams had already gotten to Shinobu, I had figured.

The figure in the silk dress reappeared in the doorway of the room I stood in. Their eyes narrowed and they spoke harshly, "if you wish to save your friend, start scratching faster. Your whole arm's flesh must be scratched away before you may return."

It instilled panic within me, so as one would assume, I scratched faster. My "flesh" fell apart, clump after clump, as my distraught yelling reverberated within the small room. My hyperventilating breaths echoed fast in the room as well, occasionally interrupted by my own cries of "please! please!" Once the whole rest of my arms were finished, I came to the last part, my hand. I dug my sand-clogged nails into it, and I felt something rip. My panicked eyes found my left hand and threatened to pop out of my head at the sight. They were real. Crimson blood poured out of the wounds my nails had created. I began to gag violently and scream out, "no!" Joe stormed into the room and yelled out what I assumed was my name. (I still can't figure out if it was supposed to be Sara, Sarah, or Seraph. I couldn't clearly understand him over my heartbeats.) The room was hushed except for my violent breathing, my practically black eyes met with his-- seemingly judgmental-- brown ones. He spoke to me again in a skeptical tone, "... what's taking you so long?" 

The question terrified me, it seemed as though he expected me to just fearlessly rip away my own flesh and watch my blood spill with steady eyes. He marched over to me and stood behind me gripping both my glass arm as well my right hand. I began to panic as his large hand folded over mine. He spoke to me steadily as he yanked my hand back to tear away at my left hand.

"[insert what he called me]... don't you know that your arm is determinant of Shinobu's life? Do you really think your self-preservation will save her? We have to make sacrifices." I could barely hear him through all my cries and whimpers. Once his hand lifted off, I could see a glass hand underneath layers of flesh. "Do the rest yourself," he ordered me, "I have no time to waste."

My bloodied hand gripped onto the flesh that was left and yanked with a great force. The sound of it peeling off was like Velcro. I shrieked at the pain of it, and my head spun, but nevertheless, I did it, and I rushed back to Joe and Shinobu with my glass arm. I come back to see a horrified look on Shinobu's face, but not a clam on her body. All of them were on the ground, unmoving. She screamed at Joe from her place on the wall, "Why would you do that?! Why?!" She bled slightly, showing that clams had gotten to her. Her bindings released and she fell to the ground. She crawled to Joe and shook his ankles weakly. 

"Why...?" she whimpered. Joe shook his head with a smile and chuckled slightly. "Sometimes we have to make sacrifices for important things. Now, go look at that rainbow again for me, okay?" (or something like that) The figure came down a hallway, heels clicking, and their hands clapping in time.

"My, my, my," they began, "what a touching ending to the trial. If I had a heart maybe I'd let you all live. But, of course, I don't have one of those." They yanked Joe by the wrist and threw him into the bathroom-like place, following him in. I ran to the door and banged on it in panic. "Please don't!" I begged, "Take me instead!" but with five minutes of yelling and the only response being Joe's screaming, I came to realize that it was pointless. The door opened after another ten minutes and I rushed past the figure. I looked around for a moment confused as to where Joe was, but quickly released to look into the 'bathtub'. There he sat, a bloody mess, no eyes, just hair, flesh, and bones underneath. '*Why isn't he glass? Why?*' I released one last shriek within the echo-y walls of the room.

"I'm sorry I couldn't save you! I'm sorry!"