this blog is. gonna be back i think. i do enjoy roleplaying vee and expanding her character but. things have happened, and i can't really. continue, the plot or blog or anything as of right now, to be honest. no ill will twoards anyone, thanks for indulging in this silly little thing, i had a lot of fun and i hope others had fun too. and im sorry if this messes up any timelines or plot stuff but i don't really know what else to do as of right now. for everyone i did roleplay with, you were all amazing and cool.
[numb. that's all you feel once the thrill of chasing a sinner leaves. no. you feel numb even in the chase. no matter what you do, that apathetic feeling seems to consume every move you make, every thought you have, ever cloudy memory you recall... you don't know why.]
...you feel tired suddenly. Very tired. there's a weird pleasant lavender scent in the air, and suddenly everything is sluggish. maybe you should sleep.
Given how quicky you feel your conciousness drifting away, you won't have much of a choice actually. but better to willingly lay down than collapse and hurt yourself.
@d1ss0c14710n
{ wugghhbdbjkfkfkh }
{ last she checked she's pretty alone in the maze???? and no entities really emit a lavender kind of a scent shes pretty sure }
{ are these the symptoms of having almost been got }
{ she's been almost got a lot of times actually that makes no sense }
{ the floor is feeling Pretty comfortable right about now actually surely nobody will care if she takes a little nap that's what she was supposed to be doing actually }
{ her head is catastrophically bad at being quiet but }
{ ..suddenly she finds it difficult to keep her eyes open. }
{ and eventually. }
{ she's out, head on her brick, other items tucked into a corner. }
...you open your eyes in a familiar room. pitch black. barely visible outlines of various items and furniture, faintly glowing scratches lining the walls, the faint scent of... something you can't make out. curiously, you can also faintly smell something slowly rotting this time, like a jack-o-lantern left out and slowly becoming mushy.
{ the first thing to really hit her is the smell, because.. }
{ ..what the hell??? }
{ she's lived around death her whole existence, and yet has rarely ever seen, much less smelled anything actually decaying. }
{ no wonder she was so desensitized once. death has always meant so little in her world. }
{ her eyes adjust to the darkness rather slowly, although she's sure she'd be able to navigate well enough without her sight. }
{ all the sights and the sounds are familiar, even with the newfound clarity in the outlines decorating the dark room. for how much longer will this same dream haunt her? }
{ ..she knows what has to happen. there's a panicked buzzing in her chest regardless. }
...the previously rampant and random scratches seem to have a newfound clarity to them as well, actually. the seem to be carvings... of some kind. all sorts of carvings. some seem to be mostly incomprehensible collections, but there's other things too. some carvings of eyes, some random words, a few sillier carvings... one is of a box with some rectangles on top of it, like bunny ears. that one seems to glow the brightest, alongside one of a mouth with a crude face in it and one of a tablet with a familliar face on it.
at first. nothing happens. just the weird scent in the air and the scratches in the walls. it's almost tranquill. then...
...a low static buzz starts to fill the air.
suddenly the room feels like its closing in and you can't breath or just can't get a good breath the scent is horrible and you can feel every inch of fabric moving agains your suddenly too tight skin and your head hurts and is itchy and it's all too much and the buzz is getting louder and more invasive and you can't hear anything but it now you can barely hear your thoughts you need to get out of this room now you need to get out you have to get out or your going to get crushed and suffocate and guilt and doubt is filling your mind and what are you doing just standing her you need to run you need to flee you need to get out get out get out get out get out GETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUT-
...what happens next always varies. sometimes it happens before they even begin talking. other times it takes it's sweet time... you would think with the pain she would have torn them off or broken them. instead, the pressure is relived. you instead feel them grab you and spin you around to face them
usually your never able to se Her face. it's just pink static. but when your forcefully turned around this time, there it is clear as day. a eye. dilated and pin-point focused on you. the claws are digging into your shoulders tightly.
...usually by now they break into some sort of angry rant, or are happily planning all the fun things that they're gonna do with you, or just incomprehensible roars, any sort of speak, anything. not this long, drawn out silence between you two.
[take initiative. this might be your only chance to avoid something horrible happening.]
{ its not real its not real its not real its not real its not real }
{ but the pain is overwhelming. she hasn't even done anything yet but she's already on the verge of tears. }
{ when did she get so. pathetic. }
{ she can't have always been this way. }
{ she used to be someone. what happened-? }
{ the first move she makes is to hit herself in the head with the palm of her hand. a struggle with the claws embedded in her shoulders, but she can't afford to spiral here. }
gh. fuck. im- im sorry i dont know why i did that i meant to stay but i panicked and i couldnt breathe because what-- what is that smell?? what did you- do??
it's one word, but the tone is. shaky and broken and full of emotions threatening to spill out. she never did learn why you vanished, did she? she thinks that you abandoned her, but she never even knew why you would have a reason too. she never knew why you had even bothered to try staying around before. she never knew why she was so attached to you, or why she sacrificed so much, or what she even sacrificed. she doesn't know nearly enough. she doesn't know the reason you abandoned her, as much as a part of her just wants to lash out and attack the person that did leave her, another, much weaker part believes that she deserved to be abandoned
i never meant to leave you im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im--
{ this has never happened before. in all the long rants monitor has gone off on, she's never actually acknowledged.. what happened. }
{ why is everything so different this time around? why is she panicking, even..? she knows it's a dream. it'll hurt, it'll hurt more than anything, but it's still not real. it shouldn't matter. }
{ she's crying. }
{ it all feels too real and she can't take it-- why is it like this?? }
{ fuck. she hasn't even had this dream for a while, why is it only coming back now-? }
"D-Don't apologize, you don't mean it, too fast and frantic..."
...suprisingly, she doesn't sound angry. but... just playing along won't help here, fawning will do no good, she knows that's your go to response.
"W-Was it... I-I gave you everything i had... g-gave up so much... w-why wasn't it ever enough? w-what did i do wrong? what was it that was the final straw?"
you feel her hands trembling.
"p-please...f-for once in your life... j-just give me a straight answer... even if it hurts me..."
{ she genuinely never meant to disappear, that was the whims of some higher entity or- or something! none of this was ever meant to-- }
{ ...but then why does she feel so guilty? }
{ there's more to it than just that, isn't there? }
{ because.. even before that, she was so desperate to stay far away from monitor. }
{ why..? }
{ ..it was always. like looking at a husk of the person she knew. }
{ she hardly even- acts like vee. }
{ ..she can't. fucking say that. she's selfish for even thinking like that, isn't she? }
{ but it's inevitable. never a matter of 'if,' always a matter of 'when.' whatever happens next is her fault. she can live with that. she has to. }
{ it's not real. it won't matter when she wakes up. }
you-
you sold your soul to the devil for me. don't you see how fucking- irrational that is?? how weird that is?? not to mention that doesn't give you the right to keep me forever, that isn't how anything works...!
just.
nobody is worth that. i never fucking asked you to do that, even!
i would have been fine, i- i always am! just--
...
..just.. why??
i meant. everything. i never wanted to abandon you. but the you i knew barely exists anymore and i can't fucking take it and i just- don't know what to do. i don't know you.
she seems to struggle to process it. for a second, you feel her grip tighten... but then she lets go, and backs away a bit, looking down.
"...I don't... desperate. i was. just desperate to have someone not leave me again, was desperate to try and make sure you were okay... to try and not have what happened to her happen again... to try and do something right, even if... i was tricked into it, even if i... was selfish. desperate, to get away from..."
she doesn't say anything for a second. You feel all those carved eyes lock onto the both of you, glowing a low crimson. it's only now you realize they don't symbolize sin like you had initially thought...
"...i-i just didn't want to loose someone i cared about again, no matter what happened to me. i... just wanted some excuse to kill off all the parts of me i hated, or at least become ignorant to them. i was a coward, too weak willed to face my problems. i had... already burned every bridge, lost everything i had. i had nothing, no other choice anyway."
...the next words are quieter. she's struggling to admit it.
"...but that doesn't change the fact that i was selfish. i have no right to you. i can't just act like a horrible decision you had never even asked me to make means im entitled to you... i'm not sure if i could ever be the person you had known and needed now anyway, she's gone..."
...you remember some broken fragment of her memory. some horrible deed she did to someone she was friends with, for the selfish sake of herself, yet convinced by other forces that she hand no other choice, and... something worse possibly happening if she didn't
"...Im not sure if i was ever that person, to be honest."
{ ..she was expecting monitor to lash out. to go into some deranged rant about just how selfish she is for trying to dictate what someone else is and isn't owed. she fucking- implied monitor to be obsessed, how horrible could she get? }
{ but.. nothing has followed the script. }
{ and somehow that scares her even more than what she knows is meant to happen. }
{ ..that stench of decay is starting to make more sense, compounded with that notion of a misdeed. }
{ she wants to wake up. }
i wish i wanted to get to know you.
i don't know why i'm so afraid of you. you only ever wanted the best for me.
...i guess i just doubt you knew what the best for me even is.
{ she walks towards a wall, vision spotty as if she were staring at the sun, and just.. slumps against it, eventually landing on the ground and sitting. }
i don't know how to fix things. not when just.. thinking about you makes me sick.
i wish this was real. i could never bring myself to say anything like that to the actual monitor.
"It's not your job to fix me... i don't think i'll ever be fixable again, anyway. too damaged and broken. i ruined everything, and if it's anyone's burden to try and salvage it, it's mine, and mine alone."
[monitor vee-]
...this old friend, slowly slinks back further, a bit of bitterness seeping into their tone as they lay down
"...you've already moved on and replaced me with someone better anyway."
...they finally look back up at you
"...this is more real than you realize... but. the real me probably won't be this reasonable, or this remorseful. she's... instinctual. never thinks beyond the here and now, never lingers on the past, always does what She wants and doesn't care what anyone else thinks. even if this interaction might impact her in some way, you'll still want to avoid her."
"...You can wake up at any time you want. just go through the door... I'm glad we were friends"
...you awaken in a saferoom. which is good, you did pass out while a timer was going. the faint scent of lavender is still there... on further examination of yourself, seems that you got a trinket from them. a old bracelet, not cursed or bound in any way. just something given to you... maybe it's not as hopeless as it seems. maybe.
...you feel tired suddenly. Very tired. there's a weird pleasant lavender scent in the air, and suddenly everything is sluggish. maybe you should sleep.
Given how quicky you feel your conciousness drifting away, you won't have much of a choice actually. but better to willingly lay down than collapse and hurt yourself.
@d1ss0c14710n
{ wugghhbdbjkfkfkh }
{ last she checked she's pretty alone in the maze???? and no entities really emit a lavender kind of a scent shes pretty sure }
{ are these the symptoms of having almost been got }
{ she's been almost got a lot of times actually that makes no sense }
{ the floor is feeling Pretty comfortable right about now actually surely nobody will care if she takes a little nap that's what she was supposed to be doing actually }
{ her head is catastrophically bad at being quiet but }
{ ..suddenly she finds it difficult to keep her eyes open. }
{ and eventually. }
{ she's out, head on her brick, other items tucked into a corner. }
...you open your eyes in a familiar room. pitch black. barely visible outlines of various items and furniture, faintly glowing scratches lining the walls, the faint scent of... something you can't make out. curiously, you can also faintly smell something slowly rotting this time, like a jack-o-lantern left out and slowly becoming mushy.
{ the first thing to really hit her is the smell, because.. }
{ ..what the hell??? }
{ she's lived around death her whole existence, and yet has rarely ever seen, much less smelled anything actually decaying. }
{ no wonder she was so desensitized once. death has always meant so little in her world. }
{ her eyes adjust to the darkness rather slowly, although she's sure she'd be able to navigate well enough without her sight. }
{ all the sights and the sounds are familiar, even with the newfound clarity in the outlines decorating the dark room. for how much longer will this same dream haunt her? }
{ ..she knows what has to happen. there's a panicked buzzing in her chest regardless. }
...the previously rampant and random scratches seem to have a newfound clarity to them as well, actually. the seem to be carvings... of some kind. all sorts of carvings. some seem to be mostly incomprehensible collections, but there's other things too. some carvings of eyes, some random words, a few sillier carvings... one is of a box with some rectangles on top of it, like bunny ears. that one seems to glow the brightest, alongside one of a mouth with a crude face in it and one of a tablet with a familliar face on it.
at first. nothing happens. just the weird scent in the air and the scratches in the walls. it's almost tranquill. then...
...a low static buzz starts to fill the air.
suddenly the room feels like its closing in and you can't breath or just can't get a good breath the scent is horrible and you can feel every inch of fabric moving agains your suddenly too tight skin and your head hurts and is itchy and it's all too much and the buzz is getting louder and more invasive and you can't hear anything but it now you can barely hear your thoughts you need to get out of this room now you need to get out you have to get out or your going to get crushed and suffocate and guilt and doubt is filling your mind and what are you doing just standing her you need to run you need to flee you need to get out get out get out get out get out GETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUT-
...what happens next always varies. sometimes it happens before they even begin talking. other times it takes it's sweet time... you would think with the pain she would have torn them off or broken them. instead, the pressure is relived. you instead feel them grab you and spin you around to face them
usually your never able to se Her face. it's just pink static. but when your forcefully turned around this time, there it is clear as day. a eye. dilated and pin-point focused on you. the claws are digging into your shoulders tightly.
...usually by now they break into some sort of angry rant, or are happily planning all the fun things that they're gonna do with you, or just incomprehensible roars, any sort of speak, anything. not this long, drawn out silence between you two.
[take initiative. this might be your only chance to avoid something horrible happening.]
{ its not real its not real its not real its not real its not real }
{ but the pain is overwhelming. she hasn't even done anything yet but she's already on the verge of tears. }
{ when did she get so. pathetic. }
{ she can't have always been this way. }
{ she used to be someone. what happened-? }
{ the first move she makes is to hit herself in the head with the palm of her hand. a struggle with the claws embedded in her shoulders, but she can't afford to spiral here. }
gh. fuck. im- im sorry i dont know why i did that i meant to stay but i panicked and i couldnt breathe because what-- what is that smell?? what did you- do??
it's one word, but the tone is. shaky and broken and full of emotions threatening to spill out. she never did learn why you vanished, did she? she thinks that you abandoned her, but she never even knew why you would have a reason too. she never knew why you had even bothered to try staying around before. she never knew why she was so attached to you, or why she sacrificed so much, or what she even sacrificed. she doesn't know nearly enough. she doesn't know the reason you abandoned her, as much as a part of her just wants to lash out and attack the person that did leave her, another, much weaker part believes that she deserved to be abandoned
i never meant to leave you im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im--
{ this has never happened before. in all the long rants monitor has gone off on, she's never actually acknowledged.. what happened. }
{ why is everything so different this time around? why is she panicking, even..? she knows it's a dream. it'll hurt, it'll hurt more than anything, but it's still not real. it shouldn't matter. }
{ she's crying. }
{ it all feels too real and she can't take it-- why is it like this?? }
{ fuck. she hasn't even had this dream for a while, why is it only coming back now-? }
"D-Don't apologize, you don't mean it, too fast and frantic..."
...suprisingly, she doesn't sound angry. but... just playing along won't help here, fawning will do no good, she knows that's your go to response.
"W-Was it... I-I gave you everything i had... g-gave up so much... w-why wasn't it ever enough? w-what did i do wrong? what was it that was the final straw?"
you feel her hands trembling.
"p-please...f-for once in your life... j-just give me a straight answer... even if it hurts me..."
{ she genuinely never meant to disappear, that was the whims of some higher entity or- or something! none of this was ever meant to-- }
{ ...but then why does she feel so guilty? }
{ there's more to it than just that, isn't there? }
{ because.. even before that, she was so desperate to stay far away from monitor. }
{ why..? }
{ ..it was always. like looking at a husk of the person she knew. }
{ she hardly even- acts like vee. }
{ ..she can't. fucking say that. she's selfish for even thinking like that, isn't she? }
{ but it's inevitable. never a matter of 'if,' always a matter of 'when.' whatever happens next is her fault. she can live with that. she has to. }
{ it's not real. it won't matter when she wakes up. }
you-
you sold your soul to the devil for me. don't you see how fucking- irrational that is?? how weird that is?? not to mention that doesn't give you the right to keep me forever, that isn't how anything works...!
just.
nobody is worth that. i never fucking asked you to do that, even!
i would have been fine, i- i always am! just--
...
..just.. why??
i meant. everything. i never wanted to abandon you. but the you i knew barely exists anymore and i can't fucking take it and i just- don't know what to do. i don't know you.
she seems to struggle to process it. for a second, you feel her grip tighten... but then she lets go, and backs away a bit, looking down.
"...I don't... desperate. i was. just desperate to have someone not leave me again, was desperate to try and make sure you were okay... to try and not have what happened to her happen again... to try and do something right, even if... i was tricked into it, even if i... was selfish. desperate, to get away from..."
she doesn't say anything for a second. You feel all those carved eyes lock onto the both of you, glowing a low crimson. it's only now you realize they don't symbolize sin like you had initially thought...
"...i-i just didn't want to loose someone i cared about again, no matter what happened to me. i... just wanted some excuse to kill off all the parts of me i hated, or at least become ignorant to them. i was a coward, too weak willed to face my problems. i had... already burned every bridge, lost everything i had. i had nothing, no other choice anyway."
...the next words are quieter. she's struggling to admit it.
"...but that doesn't change the fact that i was selfish. i have no right to you. i can't just act like a horrible decision you had never even asked me to make means im entitled to you... i'm not sure if i could ever be the person you had known and needed now anyway, she's gone..."
...you remember some broken fragment of her memory. some horrible deed she did to someone she was friends with, for the selfish sake of herself, yet convinced by other forces that she hand no other choice, and... something worse possibly happening if she didn't
"...Im not sure if i was ever that person, to be honest."
{ ..she was expecting monitor to lash out. to go into some deranged rant about just how selfish she is for trying to dictate what someone else is and isn't owed. she fucking- implied monitor to be obsessed, how horrible could she get? }
{ but.. nothing has followed the script. }
{ and somehow that scares her even more than what she knows is meant to happen. }
{ ..that stench of decay is starting to make more sense, compounded with that notion of a misdeed. }
{ she wants to wake up. }
i wish i wanted to get to know you.
i don't know why i'm so afraid of you. you only ever wanted the best for me.
...i guess i just doubt you knew what the best for me even is.
{ she walks towards a wall, vision spotty as if she were staring at the sun, and just.. slumps against it, eventually landing on the ground and sitting. }
i don't know how to fix things. not when just.. thinking about you makes me sick.
i wish this was real. i could never bring myself to say anything like that to the actual monitor.
"It's not your job to fix me... i don't think i'll ever be fixable again, anyway. too damaged and broken. i ruined everything, and if it's anyone's burden to try and salvage it, it's mine, and mine alone."
[monitor vee-]
...this old friend, slowly slinks back further, a bit of bitterness seeping into their tone as they lay down
"...you've already moved on and replaced me with someone better anyway."
...they finally look back up at you
"...this is more real than you realize... but. the real me probably won't be this reasonable, or this remorseful. she's... instinctual. never thinks beyond the here and now, never lingers on the past, always does what She wants and doesn't care what anyone else thinks. even if this interaction might impact her in some way, you'll still want to avoid her."
"...You can wake up at any time you want. just go through the door... I'm glad we were friends"
...you feel tired suddenly. Very tired. there's a weird pleasant lavender scent in the air, and suddenly everything is sluggish. maybe you should sleep.
Given how quicky you feel your conciousness drifting away, you won't have much of a choice actually. but better to willingly lay down than collapse and hurt yourself.
@d1ss0c14710n
{ wugghhbdbjkfkfkh }
{ last she checked she's pretty alone in the maze???? and no entities really emit a lavender kind of a scent shes pretty sure }
{ are these the symptoms of having almost been got }
{ she's been almost got a lot of times actually that makes no sense }
{ the floor is feeling Pretty comfortable right about now actually surely nobody will care if she takes a little nap that's what she was supposed to be doing actually }
{ her head is catastrophically bad at being quiet but }
{ ..suddenly she finds it difficult to keep her eyes open. }
{ and eventually. }
{ she's out, head on her brick, other items tucked into a corner. }
...you open your eyes in a familiar room. pitch black. barely visible outlines of various items and furniture, faintly glowing scratches lining the walls, the faint scent of... something you can't make out. curiously, you can also faintly smell something slowly rotting this time, like a jack-o-lantern left out and slowly becoming mushy.
{ the first thing to really hit her is the smell, because.. }
{ ..what the hell??? }
{ she's lived around death her whole existence, and yet has rarely ever seen, much less smelled anything actually decaying. }
{ no wonder she was so desensitized once. death has always meant so little in her world. }
{ her eyes adjust to the darkness rather slowly, although she's sure she'd be able to navigate well enough without her sight. }
{ all the sights and the sounds are familiar, even with the newfound clarity in the outlines decorating the dark room. for how much longer will this same dream haunt her? }
{ ..she knows what has to happen. there's a panicked buzzing in her chest regardless. }
...the previously rampant and random scratches seem to have a newfound clarity to them as well, actually. the seem to be carvings... of some kind. all sorts of carvings. some seem to be mostly incomprehensible collections, but there's other things too. some carvings of eyes, some random words, a few sillier carvings... one is of a box with some rectangles on top of it, like bunny ears. that one seems to glow the brightest, alongside one of a mouth with a crude face in it and one of a tablet with a familliar face on it.
at first. nothing happens. just the weird scent in the air and the scratches in the walls. it's almost tranquill. then...
...a low static buzz starts to fill the air.
suddenly the room feels like its closing in and you can't breath or just can't get a good breath the scent is horrible and you can feel every inch of fabric moving agains your suddenly too tight skin and your head hurts and is itchy and it's all too much and the buzz is getting louder and more invasive and you can't hear anything but it now you can barely hear your thoughts you need to get out of this room now you need to get out you have to get out or your going to get crushed and suffocate and guilt and doubt is filling your mind and what are you doing just standing her you need to run you need to flee you need to get out get out get out get out get out GETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUT-
...what happens next always varies. sometimes it happens before they even begin talking. other times it takes it's sweet time... you would think with the pain she would have torn them off or broken them. instead, the pressure is relived. you instead feel them grab you and spin you around to face them
usually your never able to se Her face. it's just pink static. but when your forcefully turned around this time, there it is clear as day. a eye. dilated and pin-point focused on you. the claws are digging into your shoulders tightly.
...usually by now they break into some sort of angry rant, or are happily planning all the fun things that they're gonna do with you, or just incomprehensible roars, any sort of speak, anything. not this long, drawn out silence between you two.
[take initiative. this might be your only chance to avoid something horrible happening.]
{ its not real its not real its not real its not real its not real }
{ but the pain is overwhelming. she hasn't even done anything yet but she's already on the verge of tears. }
{ when did she get so. pathetic. }
{ she can't have always been this way. }
{ she used to be someone. what happened-? }
{ the first move she makes is to hit herself in the head with the palm of her hand. a struggle with the claws embedded in her shoulders, but she can't afford to spiral here. }
gh. fuck. im- im sorry i dont know why i did that i meant to stay but i panicked and i couldnt breathe because what-- what is that smell?? what did you- do??
it's one word, but the tone is. shaky and broken and full of emotions threatening to spill out. she never did learn why you vanished, did she? she thinks that you abandoned her, but she never even knew why you would have a reason too. she never knew why you had even bothered to try staying around before. she never knew why she was so attached to you, or why she sacrificed so much, or what she even sacrificed. she doesn't know nearly enough. she doesn't know the reason you abandoned her, as much as a part of her just wants to lash out and attack the person that did leave her, another, much weaker part believes that she deserved to be abandoned
i never meant to leave you im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im--
{ this has never happened before. in all the long rants monitor has gone off on, she's never actually acknowledged.. what happened. }
{ why is everything so different this time around? why is she panicking, even..? she knows it's a dream. it'll hurt, it'll hurt more than anything, but it's still not real. it shouldn't matter. }
{ she's crying. }
{ it all feels too real and she can't take it-- why is it like this?? }
{ fuck. she hasn't even had this dream for a while, why is it only coming back now-? }
"D-Don't apologize, you don't mean it, too fast and frantic..."
...suprisingly, she doesn't sound angry. but... just playing along won't help here, fawning will do no good, she knows that's your go to response.
"W-Was it... I-I gave you everything i had... g-gave up so much... w-why wasn't it ever enough? w-what did i do wrong? what was it that was the final straw?"
you feel her hands trembling.
"p-please...f-for once in your life... j-just give me a straight answer... even if it hurts me..."
{ she genuinely never meant to disappear, that was the whims of some higher entity or- or something! none of this was ever meant to-- }
{ ...but then why does she feel so guilty? }
{ there's more to it than just that, isn't there? }
{ because.. even before that, she was so desperate to stay far away from monitor. }
{ why..? }
{ ..it was always. like looking at a husk of the person she knew. }
{ she hardly even- acts like vee. }
{ ..she can't. fucking say that. she's selfish for even thinking like that, isn't she? }
{ but it's inevitable. never a matter of 'if,' always a matter of 'when.' whatever happens next is her fault. she can live with that. she has to. }
{ it's not real. it won't matter when she wakes up. }
you-
you sold your soul to the devil for me. don't you see how fucking- irrational that is?? how weird that is?? not to mention that doesn't give you the right to keep me forever, that isn't how anything works...!
just.
nobody is worth that. i never fucking asked you to do that, even!
i would have been fine, i- i always am! just--
...
..just.. why??
i meant. everything. i never wanted to abandon you. but the you i knew barely exists anymore and i can't fucking take it and i just- don't know what to do. i don't know you.
she seems to struggle to process it. for a second, you feel her grip tighten... but then she lets go, and backs away a bit, looking down.
"...I don't... desperate. i was. just desperate to have someone not leave me again, was desperate to try and make sure you were okay... to try and not have what happened to her happen again... to try and do something right, even if... i was tricked into it, even if i... was selfish. desperate, to get away from..."
she doesn't say anything for a second. You feel all those carved eyes lock onto the both of you, glowing a low crimson. it's only now you realize they don't symbolize sin like you had initially thought...
"...i-i just didn't want to loose someone i cared about again, no matter what happened to me. i... just wanted some excuse to kill off all the parts of me i hated, or at least become ignorant to them. i was a coward, too weak willed to face my problems. i had... already burned every bridge, lost everything i had. i had nothing, no other choice anyway."
...the next words are quieter. she's struggling to admit it.
"...but that doesn't change the fact that i was selfish. i have no right to you. i can't just act like a horrible decision you had never even asked me to make means im entitled to you... i'm not sure if i could ever be the person you had known and needed now anyway, she's gone..."
...you remember some broken fragment of her memory. some horrible deed she did to someone she was friends with, for the selfish sake of herself, yet convinced by other forces that she hand no other choice, and... something worse possibly happening if she didn't
"...Im not sure if i was ever that person, to be honest."
...you feel tired suddenly. Very tired. there's a weird pleasant lavender scent in the air, and suddenly everything is sluggish. maybe you should sleep.
Given how quicky you feel your conciousness drifting away, you won't have much of a choice actually. but better to willingly lay down than collapse and hurt yourself.
@d1ss0c14710n
{ wugghhbdbjkfkfkh }
{ last she checked she's pretty alone in the maze???? and no entities really emit a lavender kind of a scent shes pretty sure }
{ are these the symptoms of having almost been got }
{ she's been almost got a lot of times actually that makes no sense }
{ the floor is feeling Pretty comfortable right about now actually surely nobody will care if she takes a little nap that's what she was supposed to be doing actually }
{ her head is catastrophically bad at being quiet but }
{ ..suddenly she finds it difficult to keep her eyes open. }
{ and eventually. }
{ she's out, head on her brick, other items tucked into a corner. }
...you open your eyes in a familiar room. pitch black. barely visible outlines of various items and furniture, faintly glowing scratches lining the walls, the faint scent of... something you can't make out. curiously, you can also faintly smell something slowly rotting this time, like a jack-o-lantern left out and slowly becoming mushy.
{ the first thing to really hit her is the smell, because.. }
{ ..what the hell??? }
{ she's lived around death her whole existence, and yet has rarely ever seen, much less smelled anything actually decaying. }
{ no wonder she was so desensitized once. death has always meant so little in her world. }
{ her eyes adjust to the darkness rather slowly, although she's sure she'd be able to navigate well enough without her sight. }
{ all the sights and the sounds are familiar, even with the newfound clarity in the outlines decorating the dark room. for how much longer will this same dream haunt her? }
{ ..she knows what has to happen. there's a panicked buzzing in her chest regardless. }
...the previously rampant and random scratches seem to have a newfound clarity to them as well, actually. the seem to be carvings... of some kind. all sorts of carvings. some seem to be mostly incomprehensible collections, but there's other things too. some carvings of eyes, some random words, a few sillier carvings... one is of a box with some rectangles on top of it, like bunny ears. that one seems to glow the brightest, alongside one of a mouth with a crude face in it and one of a tablet with a familliar face on it.
at first. nothing happens. just the weird scent in the air and the scratches in the walls. it's almost tranquill. then...
...a low static buzz starts to fill the air.
suddenly the room feels like its closing in and you can't breath or just can't get a good breath the scent is horrible and you can feel every inch of fabric moving agains your suddenly too tight skin and your head hurts and is itchy and it's all too much and the buzz is getting louder and more invasive and you can't hear anything but it now you can barely hear your thoughts you need to get out of this room now you need to get out you have to get out or your going to get crushed and suffocate and guilt and doubt is filling your mind and what are you doing just standing her you need to run you need to flee you need to get out get out get out get out get out GETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUT-
...what happens next always varies. sometimes it happens before they even begin talking. other times it takes it's sweet time... you would think with the pain she would have torn them off or broken them. instead, the pressure is relived. you instead feel them grab you and spin you around to face them
usually your never able to se Her face. it's just pink static. but when your forcefully turned around this time, there it is clear as day. a eye. dilated and pin-point focused on you. the claws are digging into your shoulders tightly.
...usually by now they break into some sort of angry rant, or are happily planning all the fun things that they're gonna do with you, or just incomprehensible roars, any sort of speak, anything. not this long, drawn out silence between you two.
[take initiative. this might be your only chance to avoid something horrible happening.]
{ its not real its not real its not real its not real its not real }
{ but the pain is overwhelming. she hasn't even done anything yet but she's already on the verge of tears. }
{ when did she get so. pathetic. }
{ she can't have always been this way. }
{ she used to be someone. what happened-? }
{ the first move she makes is to hit herself in the head with the palm of her hand. a struggle with the claws embedded in her shoulders, but she can't afford to spiral here. }
gh. fuck. im- im sorry i dont know why i did that i meant to stay but i panicked and i couldnt breathe because what-- what is that smell?? what did you- do??
it's one word, but the tone is. shaky and broken and full of emotions threatening to spill out. she never did learn why you vanished, did she? she thinks that you abandoned her, but she never even knew why you would have a reason too. she never knew why you had even bothered to try staying around before. she never knew why she was so attached to you, or why she sacrificed so much, or what she even sacrificed. she doesn't know nearly enough. she doesn't know the reason you abandoned her, as much as a part of her just wants to lash out and attack the person that did leave her, another, much weaker part believes that she deserved to be abandoned
i never meant to leave you im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im--
{ this has never happened before. in all the long rants monitor has gone off on, she's never actually acknowledged.. what happened. }
{ why is everything so different this time around? why is she panicking, even..? she knows it's a dream. it'll hurt, it'll hurt more than anything, but it's still not real. it shouldn't matter. }
{ she's crying. }
{ it all feels too real and she can't take it-- why is it like this?? }
{ fuck. she hasn't even had this dream for a while, why is it only coming back now-? }
"D-Don't apologize, you don't mean it, too fast and frantic..."
...suprisingly, she doesn't sound angry. but... just playing along won't help here, fawning will do no good, she knows that's your go to response.
"W-Was it... I-I gave you everything i had... g-gave up so much... w-why wasn't it ever enough? w-what did i do wrong? what was it that was the final straw?"
you feel her hands trembling.
"p-please...f-for once in your life... j-just give me a straight answer... even if it hurts me..."
...you feel tired suddenly. Very tired. there's a weird pleasant lavender scent in the air, and suddenly everything is sluggish. maybe you should sleep.
Given how quicky you feel your conciousness drifting away, you won't have much of a choice actually. but better to willingly lay down than collapse and hurt yourself.
@d1ss0c14710n
{ wugghhbdbjkfkfkh }
{ last she checked she's pretty alone in the maze???? and no entities really emit a lavender kind of a scent shes pretty sure }
{ are these the symptoms of having almost been got }
{ she's been almost got a lot of times actually that makes no sense }
{ the floor is feeling Pretty comfortable right about now actually surely nobody will care if she takes a little nap that's what she was supposed to be doing actually }
{ her head is catastrophically bad at being quiet but }
{ ..suddenly she finds it difficult to keep her eyes open. }
{ and eventually. }
{ she's out, head on her brick, other items tucked into a corner. }
...you open your eyes in a familiar room. pitch black. barely visible outlines of various items and furniture, faintly glowing scratches lining the walls, the faint scent of... something you can't make out. curiously, you can also faintly smell something slowly rotting this time, like a jack-o-lantern left out and slowly becoming mushy.
{ the first thing to really hit her is the smell, because.. }
{ ..what the hell??? }
{ she's lived around death her whole existence, and yet has rarely ever seen, much less smelled anything actually decaying. }
{ no wonder she was so desensitized once. death has always meant so little in her world. }
{ her eyes adjust to the darkness rather slowly, although she's sure she'd be able to navigate well enough without her sight. }
{ all the sights and the sounds are familiar, even with the newfound clarity in the outlines decorating the dark room. for how much longer will this same dream haunt her? }
{ ..she knows what has to happen. there's a panicked buzzing in her chest regardless. }
...the previously rampant and random scratches seem to have a newfound clarity to them as well, actually. the seem to be carvings... of some kind. all sorts of carvings. some seem to be mostly incomprehensible collections, but there's other things too. some carvings of eyes, some random words, a few sillier carvings... one is of a box with some rectangles on top of it, like bunny ears. that one seems to glow the brightest, alongside one of a mouth with a crude face in it and one of a tablet with a familliar face on it.
at first. nothing happens. just the weird scent in the air and the scratches in the walls. it's almost tranquill. then...
...a low static buzz starts to fill the air.
suddenly the room feels like its closing in and you can't breath or just can't get a good breath the scent is horrible and you can feel every inch of fabric moving agains your suddenly too tight skin and your head hurts and is itchy and it's all too much and the buzz is getting louder and more invasive and you can't hear anything but it now you can barely hear your thoughts you need to get out of this room now you need to get out you have to get out or your going to get crushed and suffocate and guilt and doubt is filling your mind and what are you doing just standing her you need to run you need to flee you need to get out get out get out get out get out GETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUT-
...what happens next always varies. sometimes it happens before they even begin talking. other times it takes it's sweet time... you would think with the pain she would have torn them off or broken them. instead, the pressure is relived. you instead feel them grab you and spin you around to face them
usually your never able to se Her face. it's just pink static. but when your forcefully turned around this time, there it is clear as day. a eye. dilated and pin-point focused on you. the claws are digging into your shoulders tightly.
...usually by now they break into some sort of angry rant, or are happily planning all the fun things that they're gonna do with you, or just incomprehensible roars, any sort of speak, anything. not this long, drawn out silence between you two.
[take initiative. this might be your only chance to avoid something horrible happening.]
{ its not real its not real its not real its not real its not real }
{ but the pain is overwhelming. she hasn't even done anything yet but she's already on the verge of tears. }
{ when did she get so. pathetic. }
{ she can't have always been this way. }
{ she used to be someone. what happened-? }
{ the first move she makes is to hit herself in the head with the palm of her hand. a struggle with the claws embedded in her shoulders, but she can't afford to spiral here. }
gh. fuck. im- im sorry i dont know why i did that i meant to stay but i panicked and i couldnt breathe because what-- what is that smell?? what did you- do??
it's one word, but the tone is. shaky and broken and full of emotions threatening to spill out. she never did learn why you vanished, did she? she thinks that you abandoned her, but she never even knew why you would have a reason too. she never knew why you had even bothered to try staying around before. she never knew why she was so attached to you, or why she sacrificed so much, or what she even sacrificed. she doesn't know nearly enough. she doesn't know the reason you abandoned her, as much as a part of her just wants to lash out and attack the person that did leave her, another, much weaker part believes that she deserved to be abandoned
...you feel tired suddenly. Very tired. there's a weird pleasant lavender scent in the air, and suddenly everything is sluggish. maybe you should sleep.
Given how quicky you feel your conciousness drifting away, you won't have much of a choice actually. but better to willingly lay down than collapse and hurt yourself.
@d1ss0c14710n
{ wugghhbdbjkfkfkh }
{ last she checked she's pretty alone in the maze???? and no entities really emit a lavender kind of a scent shes pretty sure }
{ are these the symptoms of having almost been got }
{ she's been almost got a lot of times actually that makes no sense }
{ the floor is feeling Pretty comfortable right about now actually surely nobody will care if she takes a little nap that's what she was supposed to be doing actually }
{ her head is catastrophically bad at being quiet but }
{ ..suddenly she finds it difficult to keep her eyes open. }
{ and eventually. }
{ she's out, head on her brick, other items tucked into a corner. }
...you open your eyes in a familiar room. pitch black. barely visible outlines of various items and furniture, faintly glowing scratches lining the walls, the faint scent of... something you can't make out. curiously, you can also faintly smell something slowly rotting this time, like a jack-o-lantern left out and slowly becoming mushy.
{ the first thing to really hit her is the smell, because.. }
{ ..what the hell??? }
{ she's lived around death her whole existence, and yet has rarely ever seen, much less smelled anything actually decaying. }
{ no wonder she was so desensitized once. death has always meant so little in her world. }
{ her eyes adjust to the darkness rather slowly, although she's sure she'd be able to navigate well enough without her sight. }
{ all the sights and the sounds are familiar, even with the newfound clarity in the outlines decorating the dark room. for how much longer will this same dream haunt her? }
{ ..she knows what has to happen. there's a panicked buzzing in her chest regardless. }
...the previously rampant and random scratches seem to have a newfound clarity to them as well, actually. the seem to be carvings... of some kind. all sorts of carvings. some seem to be mostly incomprehensible collections, but there's other things too. some carvings of eyes, some random words, a few sillier carvings... one is of a box with some rectangles on top of it, like bunny ears. that one seems to glow the brightest, alongside one of a mouth with a crude face in it and one of a tablet with a familliar face on it.
at first. nothing happens. just the weird scent in the air and the scratches in the walls. it's almost tranquill. then...
...a low static buzz starts to fill the air.
suddenly the room feels like its closing in and you can't breath or just can't get a good breath the scent is horrible and you can feel every inch of fabric moving agains your suddenly too tight skin and your head hurts and is itchy and it's all too much and the buzz is getting louder and more invasive and you can't hear anything but it now you can barely hear your thoughts you need to get out of this room now you need to get out you have to get out or your going to get crushed and suffocate and guilt and doubt is filling your mind and what are you doing just standing her you need to run you need to flee you need to get out get out get out get out get out GETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUT-
...what happens next always varies. sometimes it happens before they even begin talking. other times it takes it's sweet time... you would think with the pain she would have torn them off or broken them. instead, the pressure is relived. you instead feel them grab you and spin you around to face them
usually your never able to se Her face. it's just pink static. but when your forcefully turned around this time, there it is clear as day. a eye. dilated and pin-point focused on you. the claws are digging into your shoulders tightly.
...usually by now they break into some sort of angry rant, or are happily planning all the fun things that they're gonna do with you, or just incomprehensible roars, any sort of speak, anything. not this long, drawn out silence between you two.
[take initiative. this might be your only chance to avoid something horrible happening.]
...you feel tired suddenly. Very tired. there's a weird pleasant lavender scent in the air, and suddenly everything is sluggish. maybe you should sleep.
Given how quicky you feel your conciousness drifting away, you won't have much of a choice actually. but better to willingly lay down than collapse and hurt yourself.
@d1ss0c14710n
{ wugghhbdbjkfkfkh }
{ last she checked she's pretty alone in the maze???? and no entities really emit a lavender kind of a scent shes pretty sure }
{ are these the symptoms of having almost been got }
{ she's been almost got a lot of times actually that makes no sense }
{ the floor is feeling Pretty comfortable right about now actually surely nobody will care if she takes a little nap that's what she was supposed to be doing actually }
{ her head is catastrophically bad at being quiet but }
{ ..suddenly she finds it difficult to keep her eyes open. }
{ and eventually. }
{ she's out, head on her brick, other items tucked into a corner. }
...you open your eyes in a familiar room. pitch black. barely visible outlines of various items and furniture, faintly glowing scratches lining the walls, the faint scent of... something you can't make out. curiously, you can also faintly smell something slowly rotting this time, like a jack-o-lantern left out and slowly becoming mushy.
{ the first thing to really hit her is the smell, because.. }
{ ..what the hell??? }
{ she's lived around death her whole existence, and yet has rarely ever seen, much less smelled anything actually decaying. }
{ no wonder she was so desensitized once. death has always meant so little in her world. }
{ her eyes adjust to the darkness rather slowly, although she's sure she'd be able to navigate well enough without her sight. }
{ all the sights and the sounds are familiar, even with the newfound clarity in the outlines decorating the dark room. for how much longer will this same dream haunt her? }
{ ..she knows what has to happen. there's a panicked buzzing in her chest regardless. }
...the previously rampant and random scratches seem to have a newfound clarity to them as well, actually. the seem to be carvings... of some kind. all sorts of carvings. some seem to be mostly incomprehensible collections, but there's other things too. some carvings of eyes, some random words, a few sillier carvings... one is of a box with some rectangles on top of it, like bunny ears. that one seems to glow the brightest, alongside one of a mouth with a crude face in it and one of a tablet with a familliar face on it.
at first. nothing happens. just the weird scent in the air and the scratches in the walls. it's almost tranquill. then...
...a low static buzz starts to fill the air.
suddenly the room feels like its closing in and you can't breath or just can't get a good breath the scent is horrible and you can feel every inch of fabric moving agains your suddenly too tight skin and your head hurts and is itchy and it's all too much and the buzz is getting louder and more invasive and you can't hear anything but it now you can barely hear your thoughts you need to get out of this room now you need to get out you have to get out or your going to get crushed and suffocate and guilt and doubt is filling your mind and what are you doing just standing her you need to run you need to flee you need to get out get out get out get out get out GETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUT-
...you feel tired suddenly. Very tired. there's a weird pleasant lavender scent in the air, and suddenly everything is sluggish. maybe you should sleep.
Given how quicky you feel your conciousness drifting away, you won't have much of a choice actually. but better to willingly lay down than collapse and hurt yourself.
@d1ss0c14710n
{ wugghhbdbjkfkfkh }
{ last she checked she's pretty alone in the maze???? and no entities really emit a lavender kind of a scent shes pretty sure }
{ are these the symptoms of having almost been got }
{ she's been almost got a lot of times actually that makes no sense }
{ the floor is feeling Pretty comfortable right about now actually surely nobody will care if she takes a little nap that's what she was supposed to be doing actually }
{ her head is catastrophically bad at being quiet but }
{ ..suddenly she finds it difficult to keep her eyes open. }
{ and eventually. }
{ she's out, head on her brick, other items tucked into a corner. }
...you open your eyes in a familiar room. pitch black. barely visible outlines of various items and furniture, faintly glowing scratches lining the walls, the faint scent of... something you can't make out. curiously, you can also faintly smell something slowly rotting this time, like a jack-o-lantern left out and slowly becoming mushy.
{ the first thing to really hit her is the smell, because.. }
{ ..what the hell??? }
{ she's lived around death her whole existence, and yet has rarely ever seen, much less smelled anything actually decaying. }
{ no wonder she was so desensitized once. death has always meant so little in her world. }
{ her eyes adjust to the darkness rather slowly, although she's sure she'd be able to navigate well enough without her sight. }
{ all the sights and the sounds are familiar, even with the newfound clarity in the outlines decorating the dark room. for how much longer will this same dream haunt her? }
{ ..she knows what has to happen. there's a panicked buzzing in her chest regardless. }
...the previously rampant and random scratches seem to have a newfound clarity to them as well, actually. the seem to be carvings... of some kind. all sorts of carvings. some seem to be mostly incomprehensible collections, but there's other things too. some carvings of eyes, some random words, a few sillier carvings... one is of a box with some rectangles on top of it, like bunny ears. that one seems to glow the brightest, alongside one of a mouth with a crude face in it and one of a tablet with a familliar face on it.
...you feel tired suddenly. Very tired. there's a weird pleasant lavender scent in the air, and suddenly everything is sluggish. maybe you should sleep.
Given how quicky you feel your conciousness drifting away, you won't have much of a choice actually. but better to willingly lay down than collapse and hurt yourself.
@d1ss0c14710n
{ wugghhbdbjkfkfkh }
{ last she checked she's pretty alone in the maze???? and no entities really emit a lavender kind of a scent shes pretty sure }
{ are these the symptoms of having almost been got }
{ she's been almost got a lot of times actually that makes no sense }
{ the floor is feeling Pretty comfortable right about now actually surely nobody will care if she takes a little nap that's what she was supposed to be doing actually }
{ her head is catastrophically bad at being quiet but }
{ ..suddenly she finds it difficult to keep her eyes open. }
{ and eventually. }
{ she's out, head on her brick, other items tucked into a corner. }
...you open your eyes in a familiar room. pitch black. barely visible outlines of various items and furniture, faintly glowing scratches lining the walls, the faint scent of... something you can't make out. curiously, you can also faintly smell something slowly rotting this time, like a jack-o-lantern left out and slowly becoming mushy.
"baconpx. fur'f onpx. fur'f onpx urer nsgre rirelguvat. v fubhyq- ab v pna'g v pna'g V PNA'G fubhyqa'g jbhyqa'g tbq ab v pnag cbffvoyl ohg v jnag gb v qba'g jnag ure yrnivat zr ntnva v pna'g unir ure yrnivat zr ntnva v pna'g yrg ure yrnir zr v qba'g jnag ure gb yrnir ntnva v pna'g v guvf vf nyy sbe ure guvf jnf n yy sbe ure pna'g fur gry gung qbrfa'g fur xabj gung qbrfa'g fur"
"i just want to see her again, up close. i don't want to loose her again."
v'ir ybfg fb zhpu nyernql, v qba'g jnag gb ybbfr gur crefba v fnpevsvprq vg sbe
You hear rapid footsteps before... yup. she's back in the room, dragging along some sinners corpse behind her. she kinda just throws it at you before using her tail to close the door behind her and going into a corner to... well. do what her namesake is, i suppose.
{ He'd been dissociating for most of her time gone, lost in his thoughts and hardly moving. Not that there was much for him to do in a room he refuses to leave. Who's to say he'd even have the energy to if he did want to leave? }
{ ...He could have taken a look around the room to get a better sense of the torment to come, but.. what a horrific invasion of privacy that would have been. He wouldn't be able to withstand the guilt of betraying his dearest's trust so severely. }
{ The thing to snap him out of his stupor isn't the corpse getting thrown at him, but the presence of Monitor. It takes him a moment to even realize that something's been thrown his way. When he sees it, he just.. pokes it a bit. }
{ Then, rather abruptly, he stands up, trying either to get closer to Monitor or drag the corpse her way.. he hasn't decided yet. }
{ One attempted step forwards later, he.. collapses, having made a miraculous one inch of distance from his previous spot. }
{ ..forget it, he'll just.. }
Welcome back, my dear Monitor! I'm so very glad to see you safe!
If I may ask, what is the purpose of that which you've placed before me...?
she... decidedly does not get up to help you. you can hear her audibly snicker at you falling, actually, and she seems more than content to watch you flail and struggle to move.
her tail flicks slightly as she smirks at you, screen brightening a little. it hurts to stare at her screen. she seems to know that fact, given how intent she is at keeping it pointed at you.
If you are impartial on the matter, I suppose I shall indulge.
{ He shifts uncomfortably, still yet to tear his gaze from her screen despite the pain. }
{ He does not wish to look at the cadaver. }
I am unsure of where I would start, though?
My apologies, I hadn't even given thought to consumption. I was sincerely at peace with allowing myself to simply resp-- reform elsewhere. Of course, returning me would be a hassle, and I am truly appreciative of this gift.
{ He makes a point to look down at the corpse, as if to emphasize his appreciation. He'd been avoiding it for too long, anyway. }
{ But the moment he does... oh dear. }
{ All he can make sense of is the sound of flesh tearing before a blinding pain overtakes all other sensation in his hands. }
{ Blood coats his palms as vines protrude through his hands and dart towards the corpse. They find a good entrance point and dig in, absorbing the frigid blood within. }
{ And he is completely stone-faced throughout the process. He is completely stone-faced when the vines retract, clawing new wounds into his hands with their thorns during. }
{ It's as if his whole form has gone ischemic, a film between his mind and the waking world. }
{ And then, after a moment, he clasps his hands together, looking up at Monitor. }
monitor gets up, lazily walking over with a smirk across her screen, tail slowly waving in behind. she's in control of this situation, you're completely at her mercy, and she knows and loves it.
and if she has her way, she's gonna make sure you love it too, to the point that you wouldn't dare think of leaving
{ He only hears about two sentences of Monitor's rant before that static sensation overtakes him again, shielding him from her words and the truth he isn't ready to confront. }
{ He does catch that last bit, however, his focus returning as she goes silent. }
{ He flinches upon looking up at her. }
{ When- when did she get so close? }
{ ...Disregard. }
Ah. I suppose.. I suppose I have forgotten, haven't I?
Well, it can't have been that important in that case, no? Where it is just the two of us, I cannot find any vital usage of such a title, lest you would want for such a thing.
{ He's not deserving of a name, anyway. Not if she doesn't will it first. }
Let it not worry you. You certainly have enough to couple with as it stands now.
the next words feel less like they're being spoken and more like your hearing it directly in your mind. like she's making sure you hear every goddam sylibl. like she knows you don't want to hear this, and wants to make sure you hear and take it
"doesn't it disgust you? disrespecting the dead, not giving them the light of day, not even bothering to wonder what they did or who they were? because it disgusts me. You disgust me. You are a weak-willed, spineless, horrid abomination. and if it weren't for me, you wouldn't even be able to process that fact."
{ The sight of the corpse, of what he did to it with his very hands, is enough to bring him to tears. But with the pain of being gripped so violently, he can't help but listen to her words as well. }
{ He truly is a coward, isn't he? For attempting to make his actions null by dissociating from the process. Why can't he just accept that he is rotten? }
{ Not only that, but he dared to ignore the true words of his dearly beloved to spare his own ego. How horrendously selfish could he be, hurting her in such a way purely to benefit himself? }
{ Pitiful, sick being he is. }
{ His voice quivers as he speaks, his sobbing difficult to mask. }
I- I am so sorry, my angel! I simply was not thinking as I acted! May the wrath you incur hold nothing back, for it is what I deserve!
she's barely done anything and he's already wrapped around her finger like a vine. she's honestly shocked this dumb pumpkin is so gullible and easy to trick, but honestly why should she complain about a good thing, right?
Besides, it means that he'll never want to abandon her, like everyone else has. he'll never leave her, never ditch her and vanish off the face of the earth. she won't give him the oppurtunity to just vanish. Never Again. Not After Her
You hear rapid footsteps before... yup. she's back in the room, dragging along some sinners corpse behind her. she kinda just throws it at you before using her tail to close the door behind her and going into a corner to... well. do what her namesake is, i suppose.
{ He'd been dissociating for most of her time gone, lost in his thoughts and hardly moving. Not that there was much for him to do in a room he refuses to leave. Who's to say he'd even have the energy to if he did want to leave? }
{ ...He could have taken a look around the room to get a better sense of the torment to come, but.. what a horrific invasion of privacy that would have been. He wouldn't be able to withstand the guilt of betraying his dearest's trust so severely. }
{ The thing to snap him out of his stupor isn't the corpse getting thrown at him, but the presence of Monitor. It takes him a moment to even realize that something's been thrown his way. When he sees it, he just.. pokes it a bit. }
{ Then, rather abruptly, he stands up, trying either to get closer to Monitor or drag the corpse her way.. he hasn't decided yet. }
{ One attempted step forwards later, he.. collapses, having made a miraculous one inch of distance from his previous spot. }
{ ..forget it, he'll just.. }
Welcome back, my dear Monitor! I'm so very glad to see you safe!
If I may ask, what is the purpose of that which you've placed before me...?
she... decidedly does not get up to help you. you can hear her audibly snicker at you falling, actually, and she seems more than content to watch you flail and struggle to move.
her tail flicks slightly as she smirks at you, screen brightening a little. it hurts to stare at her screen. she seems to know that fact, given how intent she is at keeping it pointed at you.
If you are impartial on the matter, I suppose I shall indulge.
{ He shifts uncomfortably, still yet to tear his gaze from her screen despite the pain. }
{ He does not wish to look at the cadaver. }
I am unsure of where I would start, though?
My apologies, I hadn't even given thought to consumption. I was sincerely at peace with allowing myself to simply resp-- reform elsewhere. Of course, returning me would be a hassle, and I am truly appreciative of this gift.
{ He makes a point to look down at the corpse, as if to emphasize his appreciation. He'd been avoiding it for too long, anyway. }
{ But the moment he does... oh dear. }
{ All he can make sense of is the sound of flesh tearing before a blinding pain overtakes all other sensation in his hands. }
{ Blood coats his palms as vines protrude through his hands and dart towards the corpse. They find a good entrance point and dig in, absorbing the frigid blood within. }
{ And he is completely stone-faced throughout the process. He is completely stone-faced when the vines retract, clawing new wounds into his hands with their thorns during. }
{ It's as if his whole form has gone ischemic, a film between his mind and the waking world. }
{ And then, after a moment, he clasps his hands together, looking up at Monitor. }
monitor gets up, lazily walking over with a smirk across her screen, tail slowly waving in behind. she's in control of this situation, you're completely at her mercy, and she knows and loves it.
and if she has her way, she's gonna make sure you love it too, to the point that you wouldn't dare think of leaving
{ He only hears about two sentences of Monitor's rant before that static sensation overtakes him again, shielding him from her words and the truth he isn't ready to confront. }
{ He does catch that last bit, however, his focus returning as she goes silent. }
{ He flinches upon looking up at her. }
{ When- when did she get so close? }
{ ...Disregard. }
Ah. I suppose.. I suppose I have forgotten, haven't I?
Well, it can't have been that important in that case, no? Where it is just the two of us, I cannot find any vital usage of such a title, lest you would want for such a thing.
{ He's not deserving of a name, anyway. Not if she doesn't will it first. }
Let it not worry you. You certainly have enough to couple with as it stands now.
the next words feel less like they're being spoken and more like your hearing it directly in your mind. like she's making sure you hear every goddam sylibl. like she knows you don't want to hear this, and wants to make sure you hear and take it
"doesn't it disgust you? disrespecting the dead, not giving them the light of day, not even bothering to wonder what they did or who they were? because it disgusts me. You disgust me. You are a weak-willed, spineless, horrid abomination. and if it weren't for me, you wouldn't even be able to process that fact."
{ The sight of the corpse, of what he did to it with his very hands, is enough to bring him to tears. But with the pain of being gripped so violently, he can't help but listen to her words as well. }
{ He truly is a coward, isn't he? For attempting to make his actions null by dissociating from the process. Why can't he just accept that he is rotten? }
{ Not only that, but he dared to ignore the true words of his dearly beloved to spare his own ego. How horrendously selfish could he be, hurting her in such a way purely to benefit himself? }
{ Pitiful, sick being he is. }
{ His voice quivers as he speaks, his sobbing difficult to mask. }
I- I am so sorry, my angel! I simply was not thinking as I acted! May the wrath you incur hold nothing back, for it is what I deserve!
You hear rapid footsteps before... yup. she's back in the room, dragging along some sinners corpse behind her. she kinda just throws it at you before using her tail to close the door behind her and going into a corner to... well. do what her namesake is, i suppose.
{ He'd been dissociating for most of her time gone, lost in his thoughts and hardly moving. Not that there was much for him to do in a room he refuses to leave. Who's to say he'd even have the energy to if he did want to leave? }
{ ...He could have taken a look around the room to get a better sense of the torment to come, but.. what a horrific invasion of privacy that would have been. He wouldn't be able to withstand the guilt of betraying his dearest's trust so severely. }
{ The thing to snap him out of his stupor isn't the corpse getting thrown at him, but the presence of Monitor. It takes him a moment to even realize that something's been thrown his way. When he sees it, he just.. pokes it a bit. }
{ Then, rather abruptly, he stands up, trying either to get closer to Monitor or drag the corpse her way.. he hasn't decided yet. }
{ One attempted step forwards later, he.. collapses, having made a miraculous one inch of distance from his previous spot. }
{ ..forget it, he'll just.. }
Welcome back, my dear Monitor! I'm so very glad to see you safe!
If I may ask, what is the purpose of that which you've placed before me...?
she... decidedly does not get up to help you. you can hear her audibly snicker at you falling, actually, and she seems more than content to watch you flail and struggle to move.
her tail flicks slightly as she smirks at you, screen brightening a little. it hurts to stare at her screen. she seems to know that fact, given how intent she is at keeping it pointed at you.
If you are impartial on the matter, I suppose I shall indulge.
{ He shifts uncomfortably, still yet to tear his gaze from her screen despite the pain. }
{ He does not wish to look at the cadaver. }
I am unsure of where I would start, though?
My apologies, I hadn't even given thought to consumption. I was sincerely at peace with allowing myself to simply resp-- reform elsewhere. Of course, returning me would be a hassle, and I am truly appreciative of this gift.
{ He makes a point to look down at the corpse, as if to emphasize his appreciation. He'd been avoiding it for too long, anyway. }
{ But the moment he does... oh dear. }
{ All he can make sense of is the sound of flesh tearing before a blinding pain overtakes all other sensation in his hands. }
{ Blood coats his palms as vines protrude through his hands and dart towards the corpse. They find a good entrance point and dig in, absorbing the frigid blood within. }
{ And he is completely stone-faced throughout the process. He is completely stone-faced when the vines retract, clawing new wounds into his hands with their thorns during. }
{ It's as if his whole form has gone ischemic, a film between his mind and the waking world. }
{ And then, after a moment, he clasps his hands together, looking up at Monitor. }
monitor gets up, lazily walking over with a smirk across her screen, tail slowly waving in behind. she's in control of this situation, you're completely at her mercy, and she knows and loves it.
and if she has her way, she's gonna make sure you love it too, to the point that you wouldn't dare think of leaving
{ He only hears about two sentences of Monitor's rant before that static sensation overtakes him again, shielding him from her words and the truth he isn't ready to confront. }
{ He does catch that last bit, however, his focus returning as she goes silent. }
{ He flinches upon looking up at her. }
{ When- when did she get so close? }
{ ...Disregard. }
Ah. I suppose.. I suppose I have forgotten, haven't I?
Well, it can't have been that important in that case, no? Where it is just the two of us, I cannot find any vital usage of such a title, lest you would want for such a thing.
{ He's not deserving of a name, anyway. Not if she doesn't will it first. }
Let it not worry you. You certainly have enough to couple with as it stands now.
the next words feel less like they're being spoken and more like your hearing it directly in your mind. like she's making sure you hear every goddam sylibl. like she knows you don't want to hear this, and wants to make sure you hear and take it
"doesn't it disgust you? disrespecting the dead, not giving them the light of day, not even bothering to wonder what they did or who they were? because it disgusts me. You disgust me. You are a weak-willed, spineless, horrid abomination. and if it weren't for me, you wouldn't even be able to process that fact."
You hear rapid footsteps before... yup. she's back in the room, dragging along some sinners corpse behind her. she kinda just throws it at you before using her tail to close the door behind her and going into a corner to... well. do what her namesake is, i suppose.
{ He'd been dissociating for most of her time gone, lost in his thoughts and hardly moving. Not that there was much for him to do in a room he refuses to leave. Who's to say he'd even have the energy to if he did want to leave? }
{ ...He could have taken a look around the room to get a better sense of the torment to come, but.. what a horrific invasion of privacy that would have been. He wouldn't be able to withstand the guilt of betraying his dearest's trust so severely. }
{ The thing to snap him out of his stupor isn't the corpse getting thrown at him, but the presence of Monitor. It takes him a moment to even realize that something's been thrown his way. When he sees it, he just.. pokes it a bit. }
{ Then, rather abruptly, he stands up, trying either to get closer to Monitor or drag the corpse her way.. he hasn't decided yet. }
{ One attempted step forwards later, he.. collapses, having made a miraculous one inch of distance from his previous spot. }
{ ..forget it, he'll just.. }
Welcome back, my dear Monitor! I'm so very glad to see you safe!
If I may ask, what is the purpose of that which you've placed before me...?
she... decidedly does not get up to help you. you can hear her audibly snicker at you falling, actually, and she seems more than content to watch you flail and struggle to move.
her tail flicks slightly as she smirks at you, screen brightening a little. it hurts to stare at her screen. she seems to know that fact, given how intent she is at keeping it pointed at you.
If you are impartial on the matter, I suppose I shall indulge.
{ He shifts uncomfortably, still yet to tear his gaze from her screen despite the pain. }
{ He does not wish to look at the cadaver. }
I am unsure of where I would start, though?
My apologies, I hadn't even given thought to consumption. I was sincerely at peace with allowing myself to simply resp-- reform elsewhere. Of course, returning me would be a hassle, and I am truly appreciative of this gift.
{ He makes a point to look down at the corpse, as if to emphasize his appreciation. He'd been avoiding it for too long, anyway. }
{ But the moment he does... oh dear. }
{ All he can make sense of is the sound of flesh tearing before a blinding pain overtakes all other sensation in his hands. }
{ Blood coats his palms as vines protrude through his hands and dart towards the corpse. They find a good entrance point and dig in, absorbing the frigid blood within. }
{ And he is completely stone-faced throughout the process. He is completely stone-faced when the vines retract, clawing new wounds into his hands with their thorns during. }
{ It's as if his whole form has gone ischemic, a film between his mind and the waking world. }
{ And then, after a moment, he clasps his hands together, looking up at Monitor. }
monitor gets up, lazily walking over with a smirk across her screen, tail slowly waving in behind. she's in control of this situation, you're completely at her mercy, and she knows and loves it.
and if she has her way, she's gonna make sure you love it too, to the point that you wouldn't dare think of leaving
You hear rapid footsteps before... yup. she's back in the room, dragging along some sinners corpse behind her. she kinda just throws it at you before using her tail to close the door behind her and going into a corner to... well. do what her namesake is, i suppose.
{ He'd been dissociating for most of her time gone, lost in his thoughts and hardly moving. Not that there was much for him to do in a room he refuses to leave. Who's to say he'd even have the energy to if he did want to leave? }
{ ...He could have taken a look around the room to get a better sense of the torment to come, but.. what a horrific invasion of privacy that would have been. He wouldn't be able to withstand the guilt of betraying his dearest's trust so severely. }
{ The thing to snap him out of his stupor isn't the corpse getting thrown at him, but the presence of Monitor. It takes him a moment to even realize that something's been thrown his way. When he sees it, he just.. pokes it a bit. }
{ Then, rather abruptly, he stands up, trying either to get closer to Monitor or drag the corpse her way.. he hasn't decided yet. }
{ One attempted step forwards later, he.. collapses, having made a miraculous one inch of distance from his previous spot. }
{ ..forget it, he'll just.. }
Welcome back, my dear Monitor! I'm so very glad to see you safe!
If I may ask, what is the purpose of that which you've placed before me...?
she... decidedly does not get up to help you. you can hear her audibly snicker at you falling, actually, and she seems more than content to watch you flail and struggle to move.
her tail flicks slightly as she smirks at you, screen brightening a little. it hurts to stare at her screen. she seems to know that fact, given how intent she is at keeping it pointed at you.
