nightmare oo1

[shoosh]

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. ]

Comments

[allies.livejournal.com]

[ it's not entirely horrible for him, either! washing away the thought of eridan's repulsive lips in his own, too, which is always a plus. ]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She pulls away, licking her lips and grinning almost deviously.]

You taste like cherries, Karkat.

[allies.livejournal.com]

You weren't half bad either.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She giggles, trailing a fingertip down his neck.]

You are so ridiculous.

[allies.livejournal.com]

[ cringe. ] I know.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[sneaking another kiss!]

Don't make that face. I like it.

[allies.livejournal.com]

[ if :? was a face that he could make he would make it. ]

You like pathetically uncool guys?

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[Get on her level, Karkat.]

Wellll, I wouldn't say pathetically uncool!

[allies.livejournal.com]

[ we can't all be that great. ]

Don't say adorably uncool.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[it's true. she tugs on a lock of his hair.]

Can I tell you a secret, Karkat?

[allies.livejournal.com]

What is it?

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She grins, leaning forward to whisper in his ear conspiratorially.]

You are actually pretty cool most of the time!

[allies.livejournal.com]

[ nope he doesn't believe a word of that. ]

Really.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She huffs, resting her head against his chest.]

Yes, really! I am telling the truth! The only time you are lame when you start whining about how lame you are.

[allies.livejournal.com]

[ oops, that sounds a little counter-productive. ]

I guess I'll believe you.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Good!

[She snuggles close!]

Are you okay?

[allies.livejournal.com]

[ holding her tight. ]

It was just a dream, I'm okay.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She straightens a bit, her lips brushing against his neck.]

Are you sure?

[allies.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Don't worry about it.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Good!

[She pulls away to kiss him again, reaching up to tangle her fingers in his hair.]

[allies.livejournal.com]

[ this is karkat, again, not minding. though the flush is back (one day, he'll have control over it). it's less nerve-wracking than the first time, the second, the third; gradually he's getting used to it. the fact that they are matesprits and this is okay.

he presses a hand to the back of her neck, pulling her closer. ]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[Ooooh Mr. Vantas ooooh! Taking charge! Terezi presses close, her teeth sinking into his bottom lip experimentally.]

[allies.livejournal.com]

[ he's enjoying this teeth+lip encounter much more than his last, that's for sure. though, (you guessed it!) it's still awkward as fuck. he has no idea what to do with his other hand, so he settles it against her hip. awkwardly. ]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[The entire idea of him not flipping out and shoving her off in itself is new to her, so she doesn't mind the awkwardness, or the fact that neither of them are really sure what they're doing. He tastes so good, and she is so, so tempted to bite down just a bit harder and break skin. Her hands drop to his shoulders, sliding to his chest and fisting in his shirt.]

[allies.livejournal.com]

[ his heart is pretty much about to explode from his chest, mostly out of eternal awkwardness and the fact that he has absolutely no idea what he's supposed to do. but he understands her, and he's pretty sure he knows what she's after. and he trusts her. it's a foreign concept to him, but it's the truth. he trusts her, so he bites down, hard, on his own lip, puncturing the already fragile skin. ]