*:*:*Delirium*:*:*

I just follow my fish.

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          “Can you detach your teeth like this?”

Delirium demonstrates by pulling her own teeth out and placing them on the table. After a while a new set grows in their stead so that the girl could announce proudly:

          “There can be ╯ quite ╰  a few uses to that.”

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          “Where have you been all this тιмє?”

Delirium tugged gently on the sleeve of Harley’s shirt. She might still have been a colorful puzzle for the clown girl, but to her the woman was an old acquaintance. Yet, she managed to lose her at some point. It was odd how the woman went completely off the radar. Or maybe she didn’t and it was all Delirium’s fault? It was possible.

          “I brought ᵇᵃᵇʸ ᶠʳᵒᵍˢ for you. The YELLOW one’s            name is Samteroplasenturos. And the ᗷᒪᑌᕮ one            doesn’t answer to anything else than ● Dot ● .”

She pulled the frogs out of her pockets and let them climb onto her back.

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          “How are ੮ω૦ 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔰 better than one?            I 𝓽𝓻𝓲𝒆𝓭 to grow a second one and when            I bumped into something it was double            the ℙ𝔸𝕀ℕ.

                                 I don’t like this idea at all.”

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Delirium was barely visible from above the table but she did not bother to get on her toes. Her hand reached blindly for the closest object. After all, in the Dreaming it would become whatever she dreamt up - the little red blot soon shaped into a candy in her hands - one that she attached to her braided hair which now resembled a tail of a comet.

She came here with a purpose, but that purpose seemed elusive in the moment. It didn’t bother her, for she knew it would come back to her at some point - be it a minute or a year, little did it matter. It was something about the Endless though.

          “Dream....”, she started. Her brother was missing.            “... did he bring you to 𝕊𝕆𝔽𝕋 ℙ𝕃𝔸ℂ𝔼𝕊 yet? It is like cotton 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔡𝑦                                                 filled with feathers. Did you 𝓈𝑒𝑒 him?”

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          “Don’t you ever get tired of all these colours?”

The Archangel looked at the near-offensive amount of different shades of colours visible not only on the girl’s clothes but even her face. Metatron had to admit - there existed over a million words to describe Delirium, but ‘dull’ was not one of them.

For the first time in his entire existence, he had to wonder if that was actually a good thing. She had to tire out her companions. She had to. Though at this point, she just look like a glowing stain of ink-blotted joy.

What did he get himself into this time?

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It took Delirium a moment until she noticed where she was. It appeared that she has changed places again - unknowingly, perhaps daydreaming, but maybe there was a plan to it. Though she rarely ever planned anything, this still could be an option.

A surprised man stood in front of her and she took his surprised face expression for that of admiration. The smile that bloomed on her lips was quaint - the colourful blots that appeared on her cheeks a few moments after seemed to have her smile as their source.

          “Do you want to take this ℙℍ𝕆ℕ𝔼 for me?”

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          “I can make it up for you.”

It takes a second (or maybe less) and her hair colour changes from brown to intensly red. Her hairstyle changes too. In place of short stylish hairdo, there are now two long pigtails.

          “I can be яє∂ ƒσя υѕ вσтн! And we will be COPPER duo.”

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“And I yours!” Nobody cheers, giving her hand a friendly squeeze. Golly, it’s not everyday  a lass with fish in her hair pays one a compliment! Ah, she’d be a perfect fit for the abstract puzzle that was his Brotherhood of Dada. “What’s say we blow this stand and I let you find out for yourself, hmm? Nothing like a good odyssey through a multi-cultured pocket dimension to thrill the senses and excite the mind! You can be both flat and engorged at a moments notice- it’s a conformist’s nightmare!”  

The Painting that ATE people sure was that and more! Without further ado he tears the patriotic cloth away from the piece and let’s it stand nude for all to see. A minimalist depiction of an artist’s Parisian studio set on plain canvas. “First I gotta’ see if you’re hip, dig? Ugh… Excuse the parlance… Ah, yes! But a poem! Know anything absurd? That usually gets it’s hungry maw open.”

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Anything absurd? The word sounds alien to her. But a poem she does know - and not one but millions of them. She has always been a muse to which poets cried in the middle of the night. She kept them awake and slowly drove them to their perish - but not before they created the masterpieces. Sure, there are poems that cry out to her siblings but none as delightful as those to the madness itself. She knows of the poems new and old. She knows of those that were and those that are about to come, because more often than not, she is in the center of them - knows them all. Big and small, good and bad... In every language possible.

          “Oh oh oh! I KᑎOᗯ one.  Dawn arrives and no            one 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔢𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔥            because...... a...hmm”

But her thoughts soon drift away from the topic and she starts talking of something entirely else - and that includes creations of her own as well as the people and the creatures she met.

          “Dragonastelinisus had to be renamed to Dragonfly,            so that he could keep his ╰ wings ╮ on top of his head            and not to have them attached to his long tail....            traffic, which would cause an

                                                       EXPLOSION!

           But 𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 would still not come”

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“This might be the bicycle’s vibes speaking- but I DIG your aura, baby! Gal like you must really know how to hang SIX with the best of ‘em. This might be a bit forward, but how would you like to jump into a painting with me?”

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Delirium has been busy creating and she was unaware of anyone being in a close proximity to her until the stranger spoke directly to her. And even then she wasn’t sure whether he wasn’t referring to one of the swirlies, that still swam in her hair. Or could be a fish. Yes, definitely could be her little fishie. Nevertheless she answered for herself.

          “I haven’t been in one yet. But I like the stories            with 𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓻𝒆𝓼. Does your voice                                                    become ＦＬＡＴ when                                                                                    you are in one?”

With no hesitancy, she took his hand.

          “I like your shape.”

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‘ I DO NOT APPRECIATE you being here— ‘ He spoke sternly, finger pointed at the girl. But he realized, quickly, that it was no use. Words would get him nowhere. As she materialized, and vanished once more, Yoshikage Kira knew something was wrong—very wrong. Did she have  special powers,  too, like he did? 

The words slipped out of his mouth before he could so much as THINK about them: ‘ Get AWAY from that! That belongs to me. ‘ Perhaps his HEART was lost as soon as she touched him with her hands, pulling on his expensive suit. He wanted nothing more than her  DISGUSTING LITTLE GRIP  off of him, so he tugged his arm from her, ripping fingers away. Brows slanted down in anger. She was worse than Josuke!

YOU’RE RUINING MY LIFE. YOU’RE RUINING MY LIFE. YOU’RE RUINING MY LIFE. GET AWAY. GET AWAY. GET AWAY.  IT WAS PERFECT BEFORE YOU GOT HERE. LEAVE. LEAVE. LEAVE. LEAVE. LEAVE.

Fingers twitched, and he WISHED DEARLY to strangle her. Pin her down against the floor, and choke the life out of her. Anyone who knew his secret deserved to  die. Then he could sleep at night, then he would go about his life peacefully once more. But, while someone knew, he would not REST until they were  lacerated, cut into pieces, blue-lipped and burnt to ash.

‘ Shut up. Just shut your FUCKING mouth. One more WORD out of that hideous mouth of yours, and I kill you. How dare you talk to HER, or myself, in such a manner. ‘

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It looked like Delirium dissolved for a moment. Her face changed ever so slightly - as if it became liquid for a few seconds. Then it became whole once again and if one watched closely, they could see her nose changing position. And the silver specks jump from her left eye to her right. She pulled away from him for a moment - only so she could pull out an earring from her pocket and put it in her ear - then it magically became many different coloured rings, all of them attaching themselves to her ear.

She opened her mouth, but instead of words a bubble came out. After all, he told her to shut up - why would she not listen. She was a guest here after all. The words appeared in the speech bubble this time, as the little girl stayed silent.

          𝔸𝕞 𝕀 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝? 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖           Iᑎ Tᕼᕮ ᔕTOᖇYᗷOOKᔕ? I ᔕOᗰᕮTIᗰᕮᔕ ᒪIᐯᕮ Iᑎ           𝔞 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝑦𝔟𝔬𝔬𝑘. 𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔞 𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔦𝔱.

A frown appeared on her face - she did not like being quiet. And soon she would forget - her mind already wandering in a completely different direction. Further away from the male and back to the kitchen. To what she saw. To the pleasant buzzing and red blotches so much more interesting than his screams.

          “Why did you come to SEE me?”

She asked after she came back from her little mind-travel. She did not remember his warning already. It was as if she saw him for the first time.

          “Do you want to ｐｌａｙ?”

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Night Vale was created by Delirium of the Endless. She watched over it until one day she wandered off and couldn’t find it anymore.

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Her hair defied all gravity as she jumped up and down. Whenever she was up, her red curls were falling down, as if pulling her back down to the ground. And whenever her bare feet as much as touched the floor, the strands of her hair turned upwards as if they wanted to make her fly.

Delirium spinned round and round, seemingly unaware of her surroundings until she landed next to the male.

          “You would make a pretty dragon. I knew a dragon once.            I named him 𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔲𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔬𝔰... or... maybe DragonFLY?            You look like you could be                after him. But I don’t think                                                         named            he would borrow you his name. You should have

                                                                                              yours.”

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“It was then that Delirium noticed that she had absentmindedly transformed herself into a hundred and eleven perfect, tiny, multicolored fish. “

                                                                   –Neil Gaiman, the Sandman  

indie Delirium of the Endless | multiverse | semi-selective | open

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“SHE” WAS LAYING  there, presently untouched. Nothing much had happened after the murder, not even a ROUTINE manicure. The  woman’s hand sat severed,  bleeding, slowly attracting INSECTS, on his kitchen counter. Breathless, EXCITED, he killed her after she got off the train, and slipped the rest of her in his coat.

He turned his attention to the colourful young woman at the door, which he had opened only moments ago. Teeth were clenched, nails pressed hard against the wall of the mansion. His heart pounding away in his chest, his PEACEFUL LIFE suddenly RUINED.

How did she know? How did she know? How did she know?

‘ What exactly are you saying? Are you on DRUGS? ‘ Kira gave a low hiss, looming over the Endless. ‘ Did you fucking follow me back, you greasy little URCHIN? ‘

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There was a moment of silence in which Delirium pondered, not on the asked question, but on his face expression. And she took distress for excitement - after all, his teeth were clenched in something akin of a smile. She must have chosen the most adequate moment to appear at his front door. Not waiting for an invitation, she jumped over the threshold and entered his house. She smiled cheerfully at Kira, before she answered.

          “I am not an ᙀᖇᙅᕼIᑎ. I am a D E L.                                                            Just like you are a kill---ah.”

There she was. Delirium leaped towards the kitchen and waved at the part of dead body.

          “Hullo.”

She then turned towards the male again, her face showing some concern. She pulled her bottom lip with one of her fingertips, clearly thinking about something, then she spoke up - much slower this time as if thinking about longer sentences gave her physical pain.

          “Your friend is... 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥 and has those littlebuzzing...                                         things                       on top of her..                                                         walking              and they... ah-- have you seen this before?”                                - one hop and she was right next to him, hand pulling on his sleeve.            “This smell LOOKS  like  a ⓜⓞⓤⓛⓓⓔⓓ cheese shoved down            your NEW pair of shoes and the 𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢 of blood under your tongue.”

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Delirium was but a plethora of colours as she knocked on Yoshikage Kira’s door. The form of a young woman was only estabilished once he opened. Mostly because a rainbow swirl was likely to be dismissed and she wanted to get inside.

          “ˡᶤᵗᵗˡᵉ 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝓅𝒶𝒹𝓈 wanted some COMPANY.”

She looked up at him, her eyes wide open. She brought her hand up and waved her fingers at him.

          “Or was it fingerNAILS? Not 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢 though...                                                              Those of the  rotting lady.”