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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Date: 2011-07-05 02:14 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2011-07-05 02:19 am (UTC)[video]
Date: 2011-07-05 02:22 am (UTC)[video]
Date: 2011-07-05 02:26 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2011-07-05 02:28 am (UTC)There are not enough of us left to care about blood.
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Date: 2011-07-05 02:31 am (UTC)If there are only JUST two trolls left, there is enough trolls to care about blood. [Classist all dai erriday]
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Date: 2011-07-05 02:34 am (UTC)You really are pathetic, Eridan. If that is true, why is Karkat our leader? Shouldn't it have been Feferi? Or you?
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Date: 2011-07-05 02:51 am (UTC)[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.
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Date: 2011-07-05 03:16 am (UTC)Get off your goddamn high horse. You're not any better than anybody.
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Date: 2011-07-05 04:02 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2011-07-05 03:17 am (UTC)You have no idea what you are talking about.
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Date: 2011-07-05 04:16 am (UTC)...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.
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Date: 2011-07-05 04:20 am (UTC)I am not pretending anything, Ampora. I know it is the truth. That is why I am fixing it.
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Date: 2011-07-05 04:21 am (UTC)Oh? You're fixin' it? Please, Ter, enlighten me on how.
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Date: 2011-07-05 04:22 am (UTC)[video]
Date: 2011-07-05 04:27 am (UTC)[video]
Date: 2011-07-05 04:30 am (UTC)[video] uploaded this icon just for you, keyword relevent
Date: 2011-07-05 04:40 am (UTC)[SKJHFSKJFKJSFKSJ]
OH FUCKIN' HA HA, HOW FUCKIN' MATURE A YOU! THROWIN' PETTY INSULTS IN THIS NOW? HOW PATHETIC!
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Date: 2011-07-05 04:12 am (UTC)Uhm, excuuuse you.
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Date: 2011-07-05 04:14 am (UTC)It's fuckin' true and you know it.
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Date: 2011-07-05 04:16 am (UTC)Nobody let me do anything, you stupid douche.
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Date: 2011-07-05 04:18 am (UTC)[Why yes, he might have just given you a new nickname Vriska, how do you like that?]
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Date: 2011-07-05 04:27 am (UTC)[SO NOT RISING TO YOUR BAIT.]
Eridan, your idiot is showing! Seriously! You're really gonna tell me that Pyrope was totally behind me killing everyone? Is there mold growing on your sponge????
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Date: 2011-07-05 04:30 am (UTC)[video]
Date: 2011-07-05 04:35 am (UTC)[...technically she did do something about it, but she's not gonna bring it up, especially since she has her eye and arm back now.]
Maybe. I dunno, though! I'm pre~tty difficult to beat.
Then again, Pyrope has a soft spot for just about everyone being an ally of JUSTICE and all -- except you, because nobody likes you.
[Because she cheats with mind games only she totally doesn't shut your mouth.]
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