incorporeal-introspection:
Of all the nightmares Tag had found himself drawn to, this was by far one of the most…pleasant. It seemed, on it’s surface, to simply be a quiet little town situated at the foot of Mt. Fuji. Very little was unusual about the it save for the fact that it was devoid of any people, and yet he was certain that this was not a pleasant dream. The air was thick with a strange heavy feeling he couldn’t quite place, like something terrible was about to happen. But what?
As he explored the town further he began to wonder what kind of nightmare it was. The emptiness made him think of a chasing dream, but that lingering dread suggested it was more sinister. It didn’t seem he was going to get many answers though, or at least not until he found the dreamer.
It was then that a quiet sobbing distracted him from his sightseeing, and he turned in the direction it came from and walked. Slowly, he grew closer, and in turn grew more concerned. It was unsettling to hear such distress in a voice so young…
Tag rounded a corner, and his worst assumptions were confirmed. This was a child’s nightmare, but it did not originate from a childish fear. For a moment he wasn’t sure how to approach, choosing instead to stand in the shadows of a nearby building and observe.
However, he could only take so much of this before the scene before him grew too upsetting, and he found himself speaking out of instinct. Anything was better than just leaving her there on her own, with this empty town and steadily growing pressure in the air.
“Forgive me, I…couldn’t help but overhear. Are you quite alright, child? Who’s trying to kill you..?”
Oil mixed with salty water, and Yui couldn’t even try to dry her tears without feeling more disgusting than she already does whenever her hand went anywhere near her skin. She wanted to rip it all off, find some way to scrape and clean out everything that made her so filthy.
But she didn’t want to die. She didn’t want to end up like Goro, chopped apart and served as a delicacy. She found it hard to breathe as she imagined how her father would soon be dragging her out of the closet, pinning her down to pour more and more grease down her throat until she thought she’d drown in it.
Would he even be patient enough to wait for her body to change? Or would he chop her head off now that she was defenseless? The thought alone sent her into a panic, and she couldn’t hold her head off the pavement of the empty road. Shoulders shaking, crying harder and harder.
She didn’t expect to hear another voice. There was never anyone else here with her. She couldn’t even force open her eyes with how much they stung. She was just barely able to pry her hands away from her face to answer the question of the stranger.
After all, what else did she have to lose anymore?
“M...my dad....” she replied, her voice hoarse and strained between sobs “He’s b-been...w-waiting for me to f-fall asleep...”
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