◊ 3rd Contract | Dream |
Jul. 14th, 2011 05:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
substrictusWarning: Blood, Dark Imagery & a bit of thoughts not quite sane.
Effects: (optional) Feelings of horror, fear, insecurity and at the end a bit of phantom pain in your chest.
Everything was dark, cold and rather empty.
The world came into view as one scattered with broken buildings in various states of dilapidation while the sky was dark, gloomy; like no light had ever touched it’s endless depths. Oz stands in the middle of it alone and an uneasy expression is written clear all over his face as the silence is suffocating before he’s walking forwards as a chill sets in that he can’t explain. He refuses to think about it, focusing on finding his friends.
He’s not alone here… he’s got that distinct feeling like someone is watching him.
“Gilbert? Alice?...” A beat follows that as his words carry off into the empty silence and echo on forever into the darkness. Though after what seems like moments of endless silence, that feeling of loneliness starts to set in and he shakes his head, closing his eyes and starting to run forwards, eyes closed as if he was able to so easily ignore it.
He wasn’t alone here. He had his friends, his sister… he wasn’t ever alone but then yet why didn’t this empty, broken feeling go away?
“Oz. Stop running.”
That voice.. it was Gilbert’s… but when he opened his eyes, the man wasn’t there.
Oz was standing alone once again, but this time it was in a dark, candle-lit basement of sorts, several crimson-cloaked people lying on the floor entirely unconscious. A blood-red scythe is in his hands and when he steps forwards, one can hear the definitive ‘splish’ of something wet beneath his foot. It’s enough to make him stop and look down, the sight of a man’s bloody body nearby, Oz’s foot resting in the pool of blood nearby it. The sight was sickening and he moved to step back when he took in his own appearance in the blood’s reflection; something horrifying to those who had never seen him in this state before.
That scythe in hand… eyes a bloody red and pupils slitted along with an aura of death radiating off of him, no sign of kindness evident in his expression. Something Murderous lingering beneath the surface.
A killer.
Shaking his head, Oz immediately moved to step back and away from this scene of gore but a cold, clammy – and bloody – hand wrapped around his ankle and his gaze was drawn down to meet the face of the man from before. Skin pale, mottled with blood and a twisted grin that utterly mocked him in it’s entirety. “It’s beautiful… how much of a monster you’ve become in the name of the lovely Abyss~”
“No…” That singular reply is shaky, barely leaving his lips, the grip tightening on his ankle like a metal shackle to keep him in place as a pain started to well up in his chest at an alarming rate. “No! I’m not…” Words were again cut off as the pain grew in intensity and he brought that scythe down in a fierce arc as a spot above his heart glowed a sickening red—
Oz immediately jolted upright in his bed, a hand over his heart and through the dim light of his room, there’s a purely terrified expression on his face. His body’s shaking and it doesn’t seem at first he even notices the Dreamberry was recording him, trying to remember to breathe and to shake such a nightmare from the surface from his mind.
Effects: (optional) Feelings of horror, fear, insecurity and at the end a bit of phantom pain in your chest.
Everything was dark, cold and rather empty.
The world came into view as one scattered with broken buildings in various states of dilapidation while the sky was dark, gloomy; like no light had ever touched it’s endless depths. Oz stands in the middle of it alone and an uneasy expression is written clear all over his face as the silence is suffocating before he’s walking forwards as a chill sets in that he can’t explain. He refuses to think about it, focusing on finding his friends.
He’s not alone here… he’s got that distinct feeling like someone is watching him.
“Gilbert? Alice?...” A beat follows that as his words carry off into the empty silence and echo on forever into the darkness. Though after what seems like moments of endless silence, that feeling of loneliness starts to set in and he shakes his head, closing his eyes and starting to run forwards, eyes closed as if he was able to so easily ignore it.
He wasn’t alone here. He had his friends, his sister… he wasn’t ever alone but then yet why didn’t this empty, broken feeling go away?
“Oz. Stop running.”
That voice.. it was Gilbert’s… but when he opened his eyes, the man wasn’t there.
Oz was standing alone once again, but this time it was in a dark, candle-lit basement of sorts, several crimson-cloaked people lying on the floor entirely unconscious. A blood-red scythe is in his hands and when he steps forwards, one can hear the definitive ‘splish’ of something wet beneath his foot. It’s enough to make him stop and look down, the sight of a man’s bloody body nearby, Oz’s foot resting in the pool of blood nearby it. The sight was sickening and he moved to step back when he took in his own appearance in the blood’s reflection; something horrifying to those who had never seen him in this state before.
That scythe in hand… eyes a bloody red and pupils slitted along with an aura of death radiating off of him, no sign of kindness evident in his expression. Something Murderous lingering beneath the surface.
A killer.
Shaking his head, Oz immediately moved to step back and away from this scene of gore but a cold, clammy – and bloody – hand wrapped around his ankle and his gaze was drawn down to meet the face of the man from before. Skin pale, mottled with blood and a twisted grin that utterly mocked him in it’s entirety. “It’s beautiful… how much of a monster you’ve become in the name of the lovely Abyss~”
“No…” That singular reply is shaky, barely leaving his lips, the grip tightening on his ankle like a metal shackle to keep him in place as a pain started to well up in his chest at an alarming rate. “No! I’m not…” Words were again cut off as the pain grew in intensity and he brought that scythe down in a fierce arc as a spot above his heart glowed a sickening red—
Oz immediately jolted upright in his bed, a hand over his heart and through the dim light of his room, there’s a purely terrified expression on his face. His body’s shaking and it doesn’t seem at first he even notices the Dreamberry was recording him, trying to remember to breathe and to shake such a nightmare from the surface from his mind.
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Re: video.
Date: 2011-07-16 03:07 am (UTC)[ A smirk ]
Was it real?
video.
Date: 2011-07-16 03:15 am (UTC)At least that's his logic anyway..]
...Not all of it.
Does it matter?
video.
Date: 2011-07-16 03:17 am (UTC)Hmmm... I wonder. Fears, or perhaps guilt. It's strange how the mind works.
video.
Date: 2011-07-16 03:26 am (UTC)...It's just a nightmare.
[Again. Not even looking back at the dreamberry, avoiding eyecontact pointedly]
Don't read so much into it.
video.
Date: 2011-07-16 03:33 am (UTC)I'm afraid I'm rather bored, and looking into dreams is all I have left to do. [ A wily smile. He has plenty of more useful things to do, don't let him kid you. ]
video.
Date: 2011-07-16 04:42 pm (UTC)...I doubt it. There's lots to do other than watch what people dream here..
video.
Date: 2011-07-17 06:04 am (UTC)Not as of late with the flood. It's just been so drab. Besides, your dream was interesting.
video.
Date: 2011-07-17 06:40 am (UTC)...Interesting?
[A pause]
In what way?
[Yes, he is a bit curious to the other boy's reasonings though he won't admit to it]
video.
Date: 2011-07-17 06:45 am (UTC)video.
Date: 2011-07-17 07:20 am (UTC)My home. It's... based off of things from my home world.
[He pauses again but ventures on carefully]
Things i've experienced..
video.
Date: 2011-07-17 07:28 am (UTC)[ Have a melodramatic sigh. ]
And the people in the dream? I take it they're not here. [ He recognized them all well enough, however. ]
video.
Date: 2011-07-17 07:55 am (UTC)Yeah.
Though I wish they were. It's not the same here without them.
video.
Date: 2011-07-17 10:15 pm (UTC)I've seen them, once or twice.
video.
Date: 2011-07-18 04:07 am (UTC)video.
Date: 2011-07-18 04:10 am (UTC)video.
Date: 2011-07-18 04:16 am (UTC)video.
Date: 2011-07-18 04:18 am (UTC)After all, you were here before, too.
video.
Date: 2011-07-18 05:06 am (UTC)Everyone said I was here before and I didn't get what they meant by it then. [pauses a moment]
Though it might be some time before they come back here and probably won't remember being here either...
video.
Date: 2011-07-18 05:20 am (UTC)Would you care to know a secret?
video.
Date: 2011-07-18 05:26 am (UTC)Ah, Sure~! What is it?
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Date: 2011-07-18 05:30 am (UTC)video.
Date: 2011-07-18 05:59 am (UTC)I didn't think that was possible...
So.. there's a chance my friends can show up here and with all their memories of this place intact? Have you actually seen it happen?
video.
Date: 2011-07-18 06:06 am (UTC)Seen it? Of course. After all, it's happened to me personally.
video.
Date: 2011-07-21 01:25 am (UTC)video.
Date: 2011-07-21 05:13 pm (UTC)You sound curious?