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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[video]
Date: 2011-07-05 05:26 am (UTC)Hahahaha, maybe if you're a fuckin' new born pouncebeast, you'd be difficult--[Have a smirk at that.]
I'm afraid you're wrong there, like you always are. I hawe a moirail, idiot, that is proof enough that someone likes me. Where as you're all alone, aren't you Wris?
[video]
Date: 2011-07-05 05:37 am (UTC)It wasn't too bad~! Concentration is important, that's all.
[Have a flippant wave of her hand.]
Like I'd waste my time. I don't need any of that pity redrom hoofbeast crap like you do. Unlike you, I'm not a pitiful creature! Hahaha.
[video]
Date: 2011-07-05 08:21 pm (UTC)[Snerk.]
You're as pitiful as they come, Wris. But you're also pretty abhorrent, so I can see why no one wants to fill your quadrants. So, what's it like, Wris? Bein' so alone? I'we nearly forgotten with all these quadrants filled.
[video]
Date: 2011-07-05 08:45 pm (UTC)[Which is a lie, but she's not about to lose an argument with Eridan.]
[video]
Date: 2011-07-05 09:05 pm (UTC)[Dismissive hand wave.]
I know you care, you're just tryin' be to stoic about it--just so you know, you suck at it Wris, best giwe up that act. I'd let you into my quadrants, again, but seems I don't hawe room for the mentally incapable who get themselwes stuck on roofs because they crumple their wings.
Tell me, you still up there on that roof?
[video]
Date: 2011-07-05 09:07 pm (UTC)[Losing her patience? Maybe.]
I could get off the roof any time I wanted!
[video]
Date: 2011-07-06 08:18 pm (UTC)[Have a snort.]
Oh? So you just like bakin' in the sunlight and maybe ewen starwin' a little? Maybe for the best, could serwe you well to lose a little weight.
[video || 1/2 oh my god you did not.....]
Date: 2011-07-06 08:28 pm (UTC)[--Eridan. ERIDAN. WHY DO YOU HURT HER LIKE THAT???? Blue overtakes her cheeks for a moment and she appears absolutely scandalized]
[video || 2/2 :(]
Date: 2011-07-06 08:30 pm (UTC)Fuck you, you nubsucking arrogant piece of woofbeast shit!!!! I'll find you and rip the fins off the sides of your face and shove them down your windhole!!!
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Date: 2011-07-06 08:32 pm (UTC)[video]
Date: 2011-07-06 08:41 pm (UTC)[video]
Date: 2011-07-06 08:43 pm (UTC)[video]
Date: 2011-07-06 08:46 pm (UTC)[She's so flustered, so she just flings the dreamberry across the room -- good going.]
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Date: 2011-07-06 08:48 pm (UTC)[video]
Date: 2011-07-06 08:51 pm (UTC)