nightmare oo1
Jul. 2nd, 2011 06:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shooshWarnings: surrealism?? blood, drowning.
Effects: anger, jealousy, peace, rage, revulsion, disgust, hurt, loneliness, pretty much the entire emotional rainbow.
The dream opens on an empty room. It's blindingly white and tiled; a bathroom, clearly. A shower on one side, sink on the other. The other wall is plain and empty. There isn't a door. The plain wall morphs silver, into a mirror, and the dreamer—Karkat—is forced to look at his own reflection. Only it isn't his reflection at all. The Karkat in the mirror stands slouched, cockily looking back at him. As details gradually fill themselves in, it's easy to tell the identity of the person in the mirror. A white shirt with red sleeves and messy, light hair. Dave Strider, clearly, and his image makes the entire dream warp red with unease. With a closed, grey fist, the mirror is smashed, the image of Dave's mocking smile reflected out as it shatters.
Glass hits the floor with a sharp sound, breaking time and time again as it does; a fine snow on the tiles at Karkat's feet. When he turns around, the entire back half of the room is gone, replaced with a dark, unending void. Standing before him is Terezi, a teal glow around her as an arm reaches out. She strokes Karkat's face with soft hands and gathers him up in a tight embrace. In his ear she hisses "1 4M TOO GOOD FOR YOU" and her body shatters—more glass, dark and teal and red and grey, adding to the mess at his feet.
Looking down, the image of Terezi and Dave holding hands is projected into the glass. They're talking and laughing and smiling and Terezi is leaning in, closer and closer, tilting Dave's head towards her. The image is ended by Karkat's heel through the fragments, sending them scattering like bugs. More shattering, more glass.
When he looks up, away from the spiderweb images shining through the glass on the floor, there's a silhouette of two people. The first is short and decidedly feminine, rocking on her heels. Her smile lights up the room in bright green, and she waves goodbye, walking off into the void.
"i don't really want to be friends anymore, sorry!" echos her voice, long after her body vanishes into shadow.
The other form grins with shark-like teeth, arm lashing out to grab Karkat by the collar. A wave of repulsion fills the room, purple-tinted and haunting. The figure leans in close, warm, rancid breath on Karkat's face.
"fuckin' mutant" is all that it breathes, in a wavey, male voice. The male form cackles, and tiny scratches start forming all over Karkat's body. The figure disappears, but the blood doesn't stop. The cuts are bleeding. And bleeding. And bleeding some more. The next thing Karkat's aware of is the walls of the bathroom reappearing, and the entire room filling up with bright, cherry red blood.
It fills his mouth and burns like liquid fire as in enters his lungs. The last thing he's aware of is his head going under.
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[ karkat wakes with a start, sweating and heart beating frantically in his chest. clenching his teeth, he runs a shaking hand through his hair. then, his eyes lock on the dreamberry, blinking innocently on the nightstand. he gives it, and in extension, the entire network, a very classy middle finger and shuts the thing off. ]
Effects: anger, jealousy, peace, rage, revulsion, disgust, hurt, loneliness, pretty much the entire emotional rainbow.
The dream opens on an empty room. It's blindingly white and tiled; a bathroom, clearly. A shower on one side, sink on the other. The other wall is plain and empty. There isn't a door. The plain wall morphs silver, into a mirror, and the dreamer—Karkat—is forced to look at his own reflection. Only it isn't his reflection at all. The Karkat in the mirror stands slouched, cockily looking back at him. As details gradually fill themselves in, it's easy to tell the identity of the person in the mirror. A white shirt with red sleeves and messy, light hair. Dave Strider, clearly, and his image makes the entire dream warp red with unease. With a closed, grey fist, the mirror is smashed, the image of Dave's mocking smile reflected out as it shatters.
Glass hits the floor with a sharp sound, breaking time and time again as it does; a fine snow on the tiles at Karkat's feet. When he turns around, the entire back half of the room is gone, replaced with a dark, unending void. Standing before him is Terezi, a teal glow around her as an arm reaches out. She strokes Karkat's face with soft hands and gathers him up in a tight embrace. In his ear she hisses "1 4M TOO GOOD FOR YOU" and her body shatters—more glass, dark and teal and red and grey, adding to the mess at his feet.
Looking down, the image of Terezi and Dave holding hands is projected into the glass. They're talking and laughing and smiling and Terezi is leaning in, closer and closer, tilting Dave's head towards her. The image is ended by Karkat's heel through the fragments, sending them scattering like bugs. More shattering, more glass.
When he looks up, away from the spiderweb images shining through the glass on the floor, there's a silhouette of two people. The first is short and decidedly feminine, rocking on her heels. Her smile lights up the room in bright green, and she waves goodbye, walking off into the void.
"i don't really want to be friends anymore, sorry!" echos her voice, long after her body vanishes into shadow.
The other form grins with shark-like teeth, arm lashing out to grab Karkat by the collar. A wave of repulsion fills the room, purple-tinted and haunting. The figure leans in close, warm, rancid breath on Karkat's face.
"fuckin' mutant" is all that it breathes, in a wavey, male voice. The male form cackles, and tiny scratches start forming all over Karkat's body. The figure disappears, but the blood doesn't stop. The cuts are bleeding. And bleeding. And bleeding some more. The next thing Karkat's aware of is the walls of the bathroom reappearing, and the entire room filling up with bright, cherry red blood.
It fills his mouth and burns like liquid fire as in enters his lungs. The last thing he's aware of is his head going under.
---
[ karkat wakes with a start, sweating and heart beating frantically in his chest. clenching his teeth, he runs a shaking hand through his hair. then, his eyes lock on the dreamberry, blinking innocently on the nightstand. he gives it, and in extension, the entire network, a very classy middle finger and shuts the thing off. ]
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action man!
Date: 2011-07-01 09:39 pm (UTC)God, this is so messed up. Terezi wonders if she should just leave him be, then decides against it, crossing the room to sit next to him.]
Hi.
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Date: 2011-07-01 09:45 pm (UTC)Hey.
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Date: 2011-07-01 09:47 pm (UTC)Are you okay?
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Date: 2011-07-01 09:53 pm (UTC)I'm fine. It was just a dream.
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Date: 2011-07-01 09:57 pm (UTC)Is that really what you think?
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Date: 2011-07-01 10:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-01 10:05 pm (UTC)Stop that. Talk to me.
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Date: 2011-07-01 10:10 pm (UTC)... Yeah.
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Date: 2011-07-01 10:13 pm (UTC)You are so ridiculous. Why would I think I am too good for you?
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Date: 2011-07-01 10:21 pm (UTC)Because you're— [ beautiful. stunning. perfect. caring. thoughtful. cute. funny. serious. sassy. strong. ] —better.
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Date: 2011-07-01 10:24 pm (UTC)[brushing a thumb against his lip. At least those cuts are healed.]
No one is better than you, Karkat.
( video )
Date: 2011-07-01 10:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-01 10:35 pm (UTC)[ he takes her hand, kissing along each knuckle as he's done before. ]
You're—perfect.
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Date: 2011-07-01 10:39 pm (UTC)Am not.
[She's trying to stay frustrated but oops, are those butterflies in her stomach?]
You really think I would run off with Dave?
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Date: 2011-07-01 10:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-01 10:46 pm (UTC)I'm sure he'd be a lot cooler about this. Even if he is a grade-A nooksniffing jackass.
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Date: 2011-07-01 10:48 pm (UTC)That is so stupid. Who cares how he would act about this? I am flushed for you, remember?
( video ) -> ( action ) because it's Very Intense
Date: 2011-07-01 10:52 pm (UTC)those questions and about fifty more were rushing through her head. but she knows she needs to do something.
she clicks on the video feed. ]
I'm coming over.
[ and the feed clicks off. a few minutes later, there's a knock on the shack door. ]
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Date: 2011-07-01 10:53 pm (UTC)I don't know, can you be more of an insecure douchebag?
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Date: 2011-07-01 11:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-01 11:57 pm (UTC)[Jegus, he is like a broken record. She realizes how close they are suddenly, and how easy it would be to close that distance between them. Terezi hesitates for a second, her hand tightening around his, then shoves her doubts to the back of her mind and presses her lips against his softly.]
[video] i'm so sorry.........
Date: 2011-07-01 11:59 pm (UTC)But rather than comment on the dream (because Dave did a nice job of summing up her feelings) she instead focuses on a curious detail she's noticed.]
What the hell is with your lip, Karkat? So much for being just a dream, huh?
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Date: 2011-07-02 12:01 am (UTC)begrudgingly, he opens the door. ]
It was just a dream, okay.
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Date: 2011-07-02 12:03 am (UTC)Funny, I guess I forgot that part where I'm supposed to care about what you think.
What do you want?
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Date: 2011-07-02 12:11 am (UTC)I don't care if it was some stupid dream! I would never say something like that, ever! Don't you fucking dare think I would!