Yknow what, I'm gonna post some more writings. This is based on my old campaign, most members have now left, but here we go:
TW: past trauma mentions, cursing, panic attack

Cyrus stared at the figures that stood before her, shrouded in darkness but the familiar male voice rang in her ears.
“What did you do to her?” She shook her head and reached up to cover her ears with her paws.
“St-Stop! Y-You’re not real!” She called out loudly and dropped down to her knees, her breathing picking up. The figures seemed to glide toward her and surrounded her, glowing eyes opening and large fiendish mouths following after. She shook her head and cried out as voices overlapped each other all speaking the same phrase over and over again.
“You killed her. You killed her. You killed her.” They spoke calmly at first, their voices soon growing in volume and angrier in tone. Her tears gently rolled down her cheeks as she continued to just cry out for them to stop, to leave her alone. The voices only grew with her cries and she wept, taking little gasps for air between her sobs. As a body knelt down to her height she screamed out and kicked her legs at the figure, it made a metal sounding clunk as she screamed out.
“G-Get away from me!” the voice of the figure in front of her was a different male voice from the first that was calling to her.
“Cyrus… Cyrus… Cyrus!” This voice was… also familiar. She felt her body shaking, but it wasn’t the trembling from crying… someone was shaking her. “Cyrus!” She let out a scream and her eyes shot open, blinking then squinting to adjust to the morning light coming in from her window as the familiar metal face was looking at her and warm hands on her shoulders.
“Whoah dude, you alright?” The voice behind her spoke, lightly patting her shoulders instead of shaking them now. It was Sylver.
“F-Fucking- yeah… get off me!” She hissed out and pulled herself away, seeing her little gang surrounding her. Adam was in front of her, being the one to call out during her dream. Sylver behind shaking her, Tifa, Cres and Nem stood behind adam all looking over with mixed expressions of worry and frowns. Leed was up on the bed she had fallen out of softly snickering.
“Looks like gecko had a bad dream. I never get those… at least not this bad.” He was quiet with the last sentence and he looked down at the bed, lightly ripped up sheets tussled in a bundle.
“Leed lay off her for a bit. Cyrus, what happened?” Sylver told Leed off and looked over at her. Cyrus was panting a little bit, trying to get air back into her lungs that stung from crying out.
“I don’t- I don’t know. What happened?” She blatantly lied; she knew what happened. That dream…
“You started to cry out in your sleep and then you fell. We ran up thinking that someone attacked you only to find you on the floor crying. Was it a bad dream?” Adam spoke to her and tried to reach a hand out and pet her head. Cyrus ducked away from the hand and hissed softly.
“Don’t touch me, and I don’t remember. I don’t remember my dreams, that’s weird.” She huffed and Nem sighed softly, looking Cyrus in the eye.
“You know you can trust us… we’ve been through a lot already, you know.”
“And you know how I’m going to respond. I trust you as far as I can throw you.” Nem let out a huff at her reply and shook her head. Adam chuckled a little at that and then held his hand out for her to grab.
“Then let’s get going, we already got more information on the cultists this morning while you slept.” Cyrus looked at his hand then grinned softly, grabbing onto it.
“Fine, but if Leed’s driving again you’re sharing that waterskin.”