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@candidated
You can swim around, but I don't want you to drown inside of me.
CANDIDATED, contained, controlled.
Indie, semi-selective blog for Dylan Faden from Remedy's Control, also dreaming through different universes.
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It's not fair to be your responsibility.
there is no world where he should be doing allat
"I'm where I belong..."
Dylan Faden in Alan Wake II Lake House DLC (2024)
» TALK TO: THE CHANGELING. sentence prompts pulled from lines spoken by clara in ice-pick lodge’s pathologic classic hd. mature content ahead. change as you see fit, devotress. ✄ the bachelor · the haruspex · the changeling
i detest trickery.
if we ourselves are to suffer deception, our hands are no longer tied.
those who favor hard logic and direct action are bound to be misguided.
i can do miracles. just let me.
your gentle hands are used to killing, not giving life.
you will inevitably do harm.
only the heart will show you the right choice.
off we go then?
impossible, impossible, impossible they say. but what if it can be done?
would you like to die a champion and a martyr?
my hands are tired and my palms are tingling.
please, please catch this loathsome creature!
you will feel no pain. only joy.
patience. this may be a little unpleasant.
a brief moment of pain, and then you'll attain the eternal life, dissolving in a multitude of hearts.
i'm surprised you're still alive.
won't anyone believe me? won't anyone help?
give me your hands, let me touch you…
you are still all too far from understanding the higher purpose of things.
are you sure you're in good health?
do tell me. and be careful! a lot will depend on your answer.
i don't know anything — but i sense a lot.
you have such a mischievous sparkle in your eyes!
don't get cheeky with me, scum.
the fulfillment of a wish will always be a bitter parody of a dream.
you're a destroyer. you have a cold heart.
i'm all alone against the world, but it's not my fault.
to me, you look like a body with its soul taken out.
my power is not of this world. do you understand?
i'm not a thief, never have i ever taken anything that didn't belong to me…
the new world will be built on universal love and concord.
i know there's no one here except me and you.
you left this place a long time ago.
you've changed, or am i imagining things?
what did i do to deserve so much hate?
you are unable to fathom the extent of the evil you're doing.
and what is your nature?
there's nothing for you to do here anymore.
why doesn't it occur to any of you that you can heal without cutting the sick parts off?
i know it's my fault. but i swear i wasn't the cause of all this!
all i've seen here so far is the dead hollowness of puppetry!
everything can be saved.
i'll find a use for every single person here!
you shouldn't ascribe such a role to me.
why are you giving me that look? i don't bite.
stay away from me, you slob!
look at your hands. are they really yours?
do you really trust me so much?
i feel sick. i'm going to faint.
i will ask questions! will you answer them candidly and without prejudice?
bullets can't kill me.
do you really trust me just like that?
have you been left behind or something?
i can see it in your eyes — you're strong, but dreadfully exhausted…
are you even capable of love?
whoever is resigned to death deserves to die.
how will you reward me? this is a riskier thing to do than you think.
why would i hurt sad little things like you…
is it really worth the effort to do your best for the sake of such a wretched place?
what was the point of this whole affair?
so long as you're here, this will last forever.
i think I'll find a way to even up on you too. to rub your nose and walk you into your own trap.
can a miracle be performed under such conditions?
i know that i can only exist in a dying world.
✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐁EYOND 𝐒ALVATION ... ( PART ONE. a collection of dialogue prompts originating from supermassive's 2020 game LITTLE HOPE. adjust phrasing / gendered terms as necessary, mature themes present. )
how long have you been sober?
i heard the first 90 days are the toughest.
i know it doesn't add up, but i get something from holding onto this.
we're going the wrong way!
oh please, [ NAME ], could you not patronize me?
hey, can you keep it down please?
you know i hate it when you don't take the things i say seriously.
come on sweetheart, i just had a rough day today.
you're drunk, what a surprise!
that's not it, it never is!
you've been saying that for years!
everything looks okay after ten beers.
i could use a little help.
that's a real low blow.
don't you know how tough this is for me?
at least one of us is having a good time.
reminds me of some creepy cult.
this is a valuable, rare, and sought-after collection.
i'd like to have a bath in peace.
the devil himself would struggle with you.
this place is crazy enough without your two cents.
what's all the noise about?
[ NAME ], help! what should i do?!
stop, it's too late!
i'm sure there's nothing to worry about.
there was nothing you could do.
what's happened has happened.
do you trust your head, or your heart?
my advice, for what it's worth, is... to thine own self be true.
i'm not supposed to interfere.
what do you want me to do, [ NAME ]?!
calm down, genius, i already tried making a call.
hey, [ NAME ], how are you doing?
i don't remember being in any crash.
you're probably in mild shock.
i'm fine, thanks for asking.
think of it as a character building exercise.
teamwork at its finest.
i've got no signal either, must be a dead spot.
– and we've already concluded this conversation.
no need for a vote, decision's been made.
we really don't have time to be arguing.
try to be civil, it costs nothing.
try sticking up for yourself sometime.
i'm not wasting another breath on you.
the last thing we need is you causing trouble.
you wanna come along and wait with me?
i still think the smart move is to stick together.
how'd we end up back here?
there's a rational explanation for what's happening.
i'm doing my best to understand this, just like you.
we're trapped in a nightmare.
we have to get outta here right fucking now.
this isn't helping us find help!
there's nowhere else we can go except into that damn town.
i'm not sure this is such a great idea.
we're really going to get into this now?
i need to know 100% that i can rely on you.
we standing here all night or are we going inside?
life moves on, but we don't all go with it.
there's a phone, but it's been dead for years.
anything you can do would be greatly appreciated.
i saw someone in the woods.
nobody would be out here at this ungodly hour.
okay, very good, i'm freaked. who's there?
[ NAME ]? where are you? this isn't funny!
what is your name, sir?
what treachery is this now, [ NAME ]?
[ NAME ], come back here!
how can you not have seen that?!
"stressed", my ass!
you got a better idea?
i'm just gonna say it ... this is exactly what goes down in horror movies.
what the hell do we do now?
i'll deal with this, you stay right here.
who are you? what are you doing here?
what the hell are you? what do you want?!
a black tongue full of riddles, i'll have none of it.
fix your gaze elsewhere!
i am very far from okay ... i'm terrified and confused.
you're blowing this out of proportion, [ NAME ].
fuck that, i'm going another way.
don't you watch horror movies? you never, ever split up.
those movies are dumb.
can we just take a breath and think about what our next move is?
it's not safe for you to be hanging out here on your own.
thanks for coming after me.
the hell are you doing with a gun?
what we don't need is to get someone killed.
make sure the damn thing stays in your pants.
that "terrifying creature" was, in, fact, a cat.
there must be a radio or a working phone inside.
gimme that, i'll smash the window.
if you're feeling under pressure, let someone else do it.
even if you make it, there's no way i'm following.
i might've made a bad call here.
woah, you can't be doing that!
tell me that didn't just happen.
get away or they'll find me!
let's not hang around here, it's time to go.
seriously? you're going in there?
i don't like the idea of being out here on my own.
i'll be as fast as i can, okay?
[ NAME ], the door won't open.
woah, hey, take it easy.
can you stop reacting to every setback like a child?
we'll find a way out of here. we have to.
i appreciate you checking in with me.
who would want land in this godforsaken town?
tell me that didn't just happen.
who would say such a thing?
you look freaked, what's up?
you saw something else, right?
we're really screwed up, here.
can you tell me what you're upset about?
what's going on with you?
i'm going to help you out here if i can, but i need to know your name.
you cannot talk of our secret.
we have an understanding, do we not?
what more proof is needed that the devil walks among us?
the devil is here in this very room.
what the hell was that shit? was that for real?
like i say, i have no good explanation.
when you first told me, i thought you were messing with me.
let's try to force the handle.
still think splitting up was the right move?
personally, i think we're in deep shit here.
maybe the answer lies down the one path we haven't taken yet.
this is fucking crazy, we have no clue what we're getting ourselves into.
[ NAME ], you need to see this.
we were never meant to make it out of here.
i can't see for shit.
you keep saying you're in charge, so... you first.
we can't stay here.
you ever have any family here?
it's already been a hell of a night, but i'm sure we'll pull through.
you don't know that it's safe.
let us pray in silence.
i've done no wrong!
i do not deserve death, i beg you!
who are you ? and how come you look just like [ NAME ]?
the devil is in the wind, seeking to help his own.
[ NAME ], let us conclude our business here swiftly.
[ LOCATION ] is already lost, shrouded in evil!
the devil takes many forms, you know that better than any!
while [ NAME ] still draws breath, [ LOCATION ] is beyond salvation.
i don't know how to tell you what i just saw.
give me a moment, will you? i've just gone through something pretty rough.
what the hell is that?!
don't leave me behind!
i'm coming back for you, [ NAME ]! hold on!
reach out and grab my hand!
that was really quite close.
not that there's anything particularly wrong with death.
that gun might prove to be a lifesaver. or the precise opposite.
this must be very confusing for you right now.
i dare say we'll find out, hmm?
what in the name of holy fuck was that?
it was like something from a nightmare, did you see how it looked?
whatever that thing was, it's gone now.
thank god we're okay.
you are going to tell me right now what happened.
let's ... stay away from that.
i'm all for putting as much distance between us and that hideous thing as possible.
can't a guy get some peace around here?
i don't think there is another way.
[ LOCATION ] isn't a place i want to revisit.
i'm taking this to protect you.
why can't you leave me alone?
it could be leading us into danger, even a trap!
stay close ... who knows what's up ahead.
what did they do to deserve that?
it's just you and me now.
I miss a life I never had. The everything I could've been...
“You were human once, weren't you? Something turned you into.. this”
CONTROL Resonant | Remedy Entertainment
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the edge of sleep. ep 1.
"stay awake. stay awake!" "all my life, i've been afraid to go to sleep." "whenever i lay down & close my eyes... that's when the nightmares begin... & lately, they've been getting worse." "what did you bring me?" "give that to me." "beware of the elephant." "yeah, i'm gonna get you a first aid kit." "you know you're lucky it's not worse." "was that a compliment? & i'm not doing that." "i hope you brought your party clothes!" "you've known about this party all week & this is what you've chose to wear?" "i haven't slept in like thirty-six hours. i think i'm just gonna bail on the party tonight." "we both know that's bullshit." "they didn't ghost me, okay! they just said they needed space." "i'm not gonna promise that." "there's nothing wrong with me." "you did that on purpose, didn't you?" "are you out of your mind?" "i didn't wanna go to the party!" "where the hell is everybody?" "hey! i got an emergency here! i need some help!" "there's no need to raise your voice." "what the hell is going on?" "your cooperation would be greatly appreciated." "it just doesn't make any sense." "all the emergency lines are down." "if you want to stay, i won't stop you." "i've been working since yesterday morning." "this is a nightmare." "stay awake. stay alert. stay alive." "what happened?" "let me dream about the days that used to be."
I want Dylan's YJ verse to be him waking up on the spot of Jacques (dead cabin guy) either right after Jackie does the seance or before they arrive at the cabin. Dylan replaces dead cabin guy, but he is alive.
THIS IS NOT A DRILL
THIS IS NOT A DRILL
LIVE ACTION DYLAN!!!
<THE SIBLING HAS GONE ROGUE/FISHING>
Do you feel it? Something is coming.
(template here)
Few whispers ever drone as loudly as the ones around him: it’s with great effort that she tears her gaze away from him and around herself, features not quite so expressive but it's undeniably the subtle crease between her brows insinuates confusion. There’s no familiarity, in any of what she sees. It’s as if the visual input constructs itself piece by piece. And then he speaks and her eyes snap back to him, movement sharp enough that it might as well have been involuntary. She doesn’t know if it is, but not even in her bewilderment can she disavow the pull he has. It’s a vexing one, made even more unbearable by her lack of comprehension for what he wants to say. Princess, castle. Nonsensical words. “ I don’t know who you’re talking about, ” her curt reply comes even before she’s opened her mouth: a miniscule delay between sound and light. The little cage around him looks so ridiculously pathetic, she finds. Certainly a man with that much of a gravitational force around himself could open it whenever he wanted and walk free? But when she reaches her fingers out to touch it, it just bends away from her palm. Ah. Physical absurdity aside, she’s not allowed to break it, it seems. Now that she dislikes greatly. “ What are you? ” This time her voice jumbles: it starts to the left behind him and suddenly emerges from the other side of the room as an echo. She still stares at him unblinking. Dylan. Is he Dylan? But if he was Dylan, why talk about himself like an acquaintance? Questions. So many questions.
The way she moves is reminiscent of the Oldest House itself, that's how he sees it. Sharp, with a purpose foreign to him, but resolute. The Hiss swirl their chorus, louder when he tries to hear her out. Because oh, she is not normal at all. Her voice travels with its own dictated freedom, it is entirely different from even the noise inside his head...
Dylan's head slowly turns just a bit to one side and the next, following. First it had been an emerging sound, then distant reverberation. It's very intriguing! The flash of a smile forms before he is levitated back up only to return back down, eyes adjusting once again to the presence of the strangely familiar. Focus...
Never seen her before, never heard her before... So, why? The Hiss are the same, struggling to understand even as she stands right there. The hunger increases, Dylan knows they're tempted, yet they only swirl.
"P6... Just. P6." Dylan states with a light quiver of his own, a quiet hiss conjured up by only him. It carries frustration and the memories of those who had made it their mission to turn him only into the Prime Candidate. "What are you?"
But he does not stop there, the return of his smile was only a false pause. "You've always been the new you. They want you. But are they scared of you? Are you scary?" Scarier than the presence of Polaris they so hate. He hates her, too, of course! But this one he hasn't had a chance to know. Maybe, he should.
Though his muscles are so strained, his late response to the attempted touch of her hand against the wall is a small attempt of his own at lifting his left hand, only to lower it back down to the usual, tense state.
"Beyond the shadow of the poster on the wall, like a dream I had before. Do you know it? And the woman, they're looking for the redhead. I know where she is. Dylan's sister, Jesse. You should know who she is. And you know where she is, too. So why did you come here? To me. Wrong road of the fork taken."
He hasn't said it out loud of course, but he's not even wrong, of course: overthinking can lead to serious problems. Especially, if one was too focused on their own thoughts to actually be helpful when they needed to be. The issue here, was that Ally was trying to hard to make things that didn't seem to make sense, fit within the narrative she had in her head already.
So, when faced with being told to get out of her own head, it's a hard thing to do. To exit the thoughts bombarding her since everything is only fitting together like jagged puzzle pieces. It's nice that he wants to help to ease the mess that is her brain at the moment though, and she takes a breath before rubbing her temples.
“A lot of things just don't make sense, Dylan,” she starts with a shake of her head. The problem is, if she says those things out loud will she sound crazy? Will she sound like she's trying to make conspiracy theories? “Barb's death...Will's whole woods excursion cover up...dinosaurs in the woods. You name it and my mind has been on it lately.”
Which is honestly so much more frustrating for her because she'd rather be focusing on her regular teenage girl nonsense. Rehearsals, boys and summer fun sounds better than dealing with Hawkins' hidden secrets...
It takes him a moment to realize that the fact that things don't make sense in itself is the basis of her woes. And then, a string of connections start to form with the release of her words. Death, disappearance, and the paranatural... To him, it all made sense, those things were bound to happen on a place plagued by... well, something he knows very well. Not that he'd share details of that to her or anyone.
"Shouldn't you be worried of things being normal, instead? When things make no sense, life is working as it should." And then come the researchers in search of answers... Not civilians. Not Ally who could get herself in unnecessary danger.
Though... what if she did and somehow found Jesse? Would he sing a different song, then? Isn't that why he forcefully broke the programming when presenting himself to Ally? Calling himself Dylan, instead of P6, just because she might have known something about his sister. Now or eventually. His stance falters, but a solution comes to mind.
"Do you want to do something about it? It'd be dangerous to. I don't recommend it... But I could check whatever you want on your behalf. I can do it, I am good at that."
MOA (designation: @asynjja) “you’re not who i remember.” (eye emoji)
Everyone, everyone is always talking about Jesse! Always looking for her! Lately, it's all they do and it's annoying! ...Even more so when he is also still waiting for her. Does he have to keep himself in line? He's locked itself in a different prison for her, but she is not here yet. The chorus rings loud in his head, only lowering as his feet touch the ground again and he is able to gaze at the stranger.
Stranger? Why, when the presence itself feels so familiar? But it's not Jesse, nor is it that traitor Polaris. Can he believe, then? Should he speak? The influence of the Hiss lurks, but he pushes through it.
"Your princess is in another castle." The words come out absent as he stabilizes himself back to feel almost like himself again. He knows who she is looking for, but still, an uncertainty tries to crush his bones. Even now, as he is almost not truly himself, he is worried about Jesse.
"Have you come to fool her, too? To pull one of the strings of the puppet? Too many strings, too many pulls." He pauses with a chuckle, the kind that comes out of a corpse, his expression neutral. "You're not who I remember, either. And Dylan's sister, she is everywhere and nowhere. If anyone can find her, it's you... Whatever you are."
LIRA (designation: @ulfhrafnx) “some things can’t be fixed.”
The sound of Dylan's world dies down as an immediate reply. There's a dark hue in the sky, reminiscent of the room he had existed in for the great majority of his life.
The words are delivered as fact, a possible sign of baggage, experience he is not privy to. But it doesn't feel unfamiliar. For a moment, he believes in the cold sensation of those four, oppressive, transparent walls closing in.
Alas, no. Those words were not delivered by Casper, he realizes. And he is not back in there, blinking back into unsteady existence.
"Every thing," I have to believe. It is why he decides to speak against it. "Every thing can be fixed."
A broken hotline, a burnt slide, a world in disarray, P6... All of those can be fixed. And everything in between it. He has to believe it to be true. You want this to be true, the chorus reminds him. "You employ different ranks of fixing to make it work." His gaze doesn't seem to lift, but still, his attention is there. Alive, humming with the distant buzz of the Hiss in his head.
"Why are you bound to that grim belief? Is it you who can't be fixed?" Is it me? "Is it a pedestrian on your side of the road?"
