shoosh | nightmare oo1

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nightmare oo1

Warnings: 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. ]

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I wouldn't. Plain and fuckin' simple.

[A haughty snort.]

He's already agreed, whether you take it as such or not, he has. And I'm bein' magnanimous here in lowerin' myself to let him actually be considered my kismesis, so you're wrong. I'm too good for him.

[She smirks.]

Reeeaaally? I am pretty sure I can name about twenty things that make him better! So much for being royalty.

Well, a course you can. You're feelin's run awful fuckin' ruddy for him. It's so fuckin' obwious it's downright silly. So, please, spare me the bullshit about how much you pity him and all that stupid gushy poppycock, because I don't need to hear it.

And where exactly does my royal standin' come into this? I mena, other than me bein' superior to all a you.

Bluh bluh, who caaaaares?

And it is because you are not superior at all! It is almost ironic how you brag about your rank and have nothing to back it up.

... You think I don't hawe anythin' to back it up? You're mistaken, Pyrope. I do.

If we are talking about brute strength? Yes, I am sure you could! Intelligence? That I am a bit less clear on.

Pffft, I'm fuckin' intelligent, a lot more than the lot a you. Bunch a fuckin' low bloods with your deluded, misguided fuckin' ideas. You, I'm leagues more intelligent than you.

I'm more powerful and more intelligent than all a you, I'm at my rightful fuckin' place in this hemospectrum, whether you fuckin' see it or not isn't my fuckin' concern. But it's a undeniable fuckin' fact. So I greatly fuckin' suggest you get comfortable with the idea a dealin' with it.

Oh, yes, look at you talking circles around me! I can barely keep up!

There are not enough of us left to care about blood.

Do try, though Ter. It's deporable how much you suck at this. [Man so what was sarcasm again?]

If there are only JUST two trolls left, there is enough trolls to care about blood. [Classist all dai erriday]

Bested again!

You really are pathetic, Eridan. If that is true, why is Karkat our leader? Shouldn't it have been Feferi? Or you?

Like always, I think it's your callin', Ter. To always be below the rest, to always be bested by those abowe you, those more deserwin' than you. You may hawe blue blood, but you're still no better than that mutant filth you hawe those abhorrent red feelin's for. You try and play like you're some force a justice, ridiculin' me about somethin' I hawen't ewen done when there is someone far more worthy a your harassment, you know, someone far more deserwin'. A certain blue blood who got her grubby little claws on a certain mudblood, mustardblood, and rustblood. I'm sure you know who I'm referrin', why don't you go after her? Bother her, or do you feel guilty yourself about what may hawe happened back then? I mean, I guess I would too, if I had some affinity for ones a that ilk, lettin' that happen and all. Bein' the highblood among them, but not ewen bein' able to handle another highblood. It's a shame really--or maybe not. They all got what they deserwed in a way, bein' so low and all. So, maybe you did the right thing in lettin' her do what she did.

[Casual shrug.]

Kar became the leader, because despite his blood I had some deluded sense a respect for him--because he wasn't completely useless. That, and he wouldn't shut the fuck up. But, I see my mistake now, and I won't follow it again.

Edited 2011-07-05 02:52 (UTC)

Don't try to pawn this off on Vriska, you worthless sack of shit. This is about you and your future. You and your completely unprovoked murder spree. Team Charge and Team Scourge knew the rules of the fucked up game they were playing, and everything that happened is on each of their own heads. I'm not condoning what Vriska did, but that has fuck all to do with what's right here, right now.

Get off your goddamn high horse. You're not any better than anybody.

[That gets a darkened look.]

Kar, if I really did go on a murder spree I hardly doubt it was unprowoked. The more this shit gets brought up, the more it isn't like anythin' I'd fuckin' do. You're makin' yourself less and less creditable by the second.

I'm better than anybody, ewerybody, all the bodies and you fuckin' know it.

[Usually, Terezi would be much, much better at keeping a poker face. But considering everything that has happened recently, and everything that she knows will happen, she slips. It's obvious in the way her jaw sets and her body tenses that he's affected her.]

You have no idea what you are talking about.

[Oh, he sees that, notices that slip, watches her like a predator--like a lion does a wounded gazelle on the Serengeti, the only difference is that he was the one who had wounded her, and that just made this all the more enticing.]

...I think I do know what I'm talkin' about. [There's a smoothness to his voice, something that would normally bring comfort, but it was definitely laced in fine venom, flicks of it at the edge of each word, his eyes fixated on her, maliciousness within their yellow and black depths.]

You know I do too, don't ewen try to play pretend, cowerin' your ears and pretendin' I didn't say it, didn't say the fuckin' truth, ain't gonna sawe you from it, Seer.

[It takes her a second to compose herself, but when she smirks again, it's forced.]

I am not pretending anything, Ampora. I know it is the truth. That is why I am fixing it.

[Oh good, she didn't lose all her fight. That'll make this more interesting.]

Oh? You're fixin' it? Please, Ter, enlighten me on how.

Ooooh, Eridan, I would be delighted to! You see, there is one little problem! I don't associate with murderers.

Well, what do you know! That problem isn't ewen a thing, because I hawe no blood on my flippers! Would you fuckin' look at that! Guess you can spill your digestiwe sack!

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