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@k0bra-k1d
I’m Kobra Kid, number 03 at the crashtrack. He/Him.
Don’t mention snakes unless you want a really long conversation. (/pos)
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(There’s the sound of someone walking into a doorframe)
Why’s this in my way?
(Vodka mutters, hand gripping his knife as he tries to get out of the room. His eyes are half shut, and it’s entirely possible he’s asleep)
@atomicvodkakilljoy
(He startles, then pushes himself up with his arms and scoots up so he can lean back against the headboard)
Huh?
(It takes a moment to realize it's Vodka, and a little longer to notice the knife in his hands)
..... Vodka?
(He walks half into the doorway again and makes a sound of frustration)
Get. Out. Of. My. Way. I. Have. To. Go!
(Whatever’s bothering him is making him sound upset, almost frantic)
(It takes longer than he'd like to get his legs to work, but he manages to stagger over and put a hand on Vodka's shoulder)
Vodka?
(He turns a little bit, eyes barely open)
I have to go. I have to go.
(He holds the knife seemingly tighter, starting to shake a tiny bit)
(He tries to carefully take the knife from his hand, really not wanting to deal with any injuries when he can barely keep himself upright)
...
(He finally notices that Vodka looks asleep, and now he's even more unsure what to do)
(He doesn’t like that at all, refusing to let go of it and grabbing it tighter. He’s frowning in his sleep)
I need to keep them safe. I have to go. She’ll hurt them…
(He pulls a little harder, growing concerned that Vodka's going to hurt himself)
Everyone's safe.
No they’re not.
(The knife does slip from his grip, but his hand remains clenched into a fist as he tries to get through the door again- on a mission to get to wherever he thinks he’s going)
(He drops it, but he ignores it for the sake of keeping Vodka from leaving. He stands in the way)
Yes they are. Are you awake now?
No they’re not. She won’t let them be safe!
(He tries to walk into Kobra, somehow still asleep- even a little snore escaping him)
(He almost falls over, but he uses the doorframe to stay up)
Who?
Le’ me go!
(He sounds frustrated that he can’t get out, sounding almost scared)
She’ll hurt them if I don’t leave!
(He sighs, moving out of the way. If he can't make him stop, then he'll just make sure he stays safe)
Everyone's safe.
Not if she’s around.
(He starts walking slowly, stumbling out into the corridor. He needs to find the way out)
Who?
(He follows, using the wall for support. He looks around as well despite being confident that everyone's safe)
(He heads in the wrong direction for the exit, his stumbling getting a little worse now. His words are less coherent too)
She’s going to hur’ them… I have t’ kee’ her ‘way…
(He sticks close, just in case he falls)
... We're in the rescue, they're safe.
(He trips, going sideways into the wall. He stops then, swaying in his sleep)
Not from her. Never from her. Don’t let her in.
....... Okay?
(He holds an arm out, just in case)
I won't.
I hope she isn’t talking to her.
(He seems to be overhearing something, moving very slowly like he’s trying not to be seen- still sounding scared- while brushing against the wall as he still sways)
(He stumbles, almost bumping into Vodka)
.....Who?
(He stays still for a moment, head tilted, before twitching like he’s been zapped. His voice comes out barely audible, almost pleading)
Please don’t.
(He stands still, utterly confused by this whole thing. Is it just a nightmare?)
Wake up.
(He pats Vodka's shoulder, unsure what else to do)
(He half hunches inwards like he’s been hit, or possibly stabbed, with something)
Stop. Please.
(He’s still barely audible, although at the touch to his shoulder he starts to slump a little- legs starting to give out)
(He pauses, watching the way Vodka moves like he's being attacked. Once he notices that he's starting to drop, he puts an arm around him, despite knowing he'll likely drop too)
(He goes to the floor after letting out a horrible sound that was pained and scared, eyes slowly opening as his breathing becomes shallow and gasping)
(He drops like a sack of rocks, the sudden lack of support sending him sprawling onto the hard floor)
Ow.
(He wheezes, the hand that was curled into a fist trying to stretch out. He says nothing for a while as he tries to shake himself out of the dream)
………….. wha…….. where…..
(He doesn’t seem to recognise where he is, not processing that Kobra’s there. He’s still breathing quickly, almost hyperventilating)
(He pushes himself up into a sitting position with his arms, his lower back and legs feeling numb. More numb than they do normally. His shoulder aches from landing on it)
Rescue. You were... sleep walking?
(He nods slowly, fumbling for his inhaler and taking it twice as his head spins and his knees and ankles protest at the little sleeping adventure)
Oh… I……….. we’re… o…kay?
(He slowly goes to feel where he was hurt in his dream, unsure if the dream was just that given how real it felt)
Mhm.
(He rubs his shoulder, the ache being persistent. He tries to stand, but it's hard to put weight on his legs at the moment)
Are you okay?
(He considers the question as he tries to calm down, heart feeling like it’s a bomb about to detonate as it pounds out of his chest)
…….. ow. I… I don’t know.
(He stares, putting a hand on Vodka's shoulder in hopes that maybe it'll calm him down)
That's fine. ... If you need help up, I can't do anything.
(He nods a little, breathing a little slower, and taking another inhaler puff)
Why are… you… floor?
I fell.
(He says it plainly, decidedly not mentioning that Vodka had accidentally taken him down with him)
Guess we can wait for Cyber to find us?
Oh…
(He vaguely shrugs, deciding that dream was just a dream because there’s no evidence it affected him in reality even it did feel so real)
Maybe..? Sorry… must’ve woke y’ up…
I was already awake, it's fine.
(He tries once again to stand, and he almost manages it, but then he feels the pain of where he'd gotten injured and he slumps again)
Witch..
Hmm…
(He doesn’t believe that fully, but he is a little worried as to how much he was outwardly having a bad dream- he looks down at his knife hand again and frowns when he realises there isn’t a knife where he usually keeps it)
‘S Hollow… around maybe? He can help… if she’s busy…
Maybe, but I dunno where he is.
(He rests against the wall, his legs outstretched in front of him)
I'm comfortable here.
Mmmm… kay…
(He rubs his eyes, keeping a thumb on his sleeves so they don’t ride down)
Where’s… my kn-knife… g-g-gone?
It's in the room.
(He sighs, not actually that comfortable)
Why?
(He frowns slightly again, cogs turning slowly)
I… why…
(He sighs at himself)
Was-was I actually t-trying to use it? I dreamt I was…
... Maybe?
(He shrugs, unsure)
I didn't want you to hurt yourself on accident.
(He slowly nods, a shiver going through him)
Brr… thanks for n-not letting m-m-me stab m-myself.
(He rubs his eyes with an upset face)
That was awful.
Mhm. Of course.
(He tilts his head, but ultimately decides to stay quiet instead of question the nightmare)
It seemed like it.
Mm.
(He touches his stomach briefly to double check everything’s fine, clearly still in a bit of a state)
I… how bad was I?
(He shrugs)
I thought you were awake, but your eyes were closed. You were talking.
(The realisation that Kobra heard any of what was in that horrid dream makes him feel almost sick)
What… did… you… hear?
You were talking about someone.
(He pauses, before continuing)
And you were you saying you had to go.
(He sighs a little, rubbing his head with one hand)
I- I was… I don’t know where. You ‘n… Lexi… were in trouble. Then I heard… two bad people… Whiskey ‘n… I don’t remember the other name…
(He shakes his head hard, trying to shake off all of it)
It was a nightmare.. but we can still check on Lex if you want to.
I know it was… the only time I’ve seen the other person was because of W-Whiskey…
(He thinks about it, not sure what time it is or if xey’d be awake)
I think xey’re probably zonked… not zoneweed. The battery acid shit.
Whiskey?
(He makes a face)
Battery acid? What do you mean?
Mhm.
(He nods)
Spinks calls the m-medicine from the city b-battery acid.
Oh. Medicine is good.. so xey're resting?
Xey’re resting.
(He’s glad of that, although now he’s hoping xey don’t find out about his nightmare)
Me too. You should be resting, though.
(He pauses, thinking. The idea doesn't make him very happy)
Can you get up? If you can get a chair you can push me back..
I was… mostly.
(He thinks about it, slowly attempting to stand. He almost falls backwards twice, but he sticks his arms out to steady himself)
I’m up… I’ll try to find a chair.
... I guess so.
(He shrugs)
Thank you. I'll stay right here.
(He frowns, because he had been resting for the most part. He had been trying to)
Mhm… you better.
(He stumbles away, looking around for a chair. He does find one eventually, making it back to Kobra)
Look what I got.
I will.
(When Vodka returns, he uses the wall to shakily get up, barely making it a foot off the ground)
Pull me up. Please.
I’ll try…
(He puts both arms under Kobra and does his best to lift him up, shaking at the effort but managing to get him upright)
I got you.
(He manages to take some of his weight off Vodka, then he slumps into the chair)
This is more comfortable.. thank you. Are we going back to our room?
It’s okay.
(Vodka rubs at his knee, nodding and then having a thought)
Yea… um… which way is it?
Uh..
(He looks back, at least a little sure that's the way they came from)
That hall, I think.
Okay…
(He starts to push in that direction, trying to ignore the pain in his legs)
Lex might get a hook for a hand. Xey want one, but...
Wouldn't that be kind of dangerous? For xem?
(He leans his head back and closes his eyes)
Is that what you're worried about?
(There’s the sound of someone walking into a doorframe)
Why’s this in my way?
(Vodka mutters, hand gripping his knife as he tries to get out of the room. His eyes are half shut, and it’s entirely possible he’s asleep)
@atomicvodkakilljoy
(He startles, then pushes himself up with his arms and scoots up so he can lean back against the headboard)
Huh?
(It takes a moment to realize it's Vodka, and a little longer to notice the knife in his hands)
..... Vodka?
(He walks half into the doorway again and makes a sound of frustration)
Get. Out. Of. My. Way. I. Have. To. Go!
(Whatever’s bothering him is making him sound upset, almost frantic)
(It takes longer than he'd like to get his legs to work, but he manages to stagger over and put a hand on Vodka's shoulder)
Vodka?
(He turns a little bit, eyes barely open)
I have to go. I have to go.
(He holds the knife seemingly tighter, starting to shake a tiny bit)
(He tries to carefully take the knife from his hand, really not wanting to deal with any injuries when he can barely keep himself upright)
...
(He finally notices that Vodka looks asleep, and now he's even more unsure what to do)
(He doesn’t like that at all, refusing to let go of it and grabbing it tighter. He’s frowning in his sleep)
I need to keep them safe. I have to go. She’ll hurt them…
(He pulls a little harder, growing concerned that Vodka's going to hurt himself)
Everyone's safe.
No they’re not.
(The knife does slip from his grip, but his hand remains clenched into a fist as he tries to get through the door again- on a mission to get to wherever he thinks he’s going)
(He drops it, but he ignores it for the sake of keeping Vodka from leaving. He stands in the way)
Yes they are. Are you awake now?
No they’re not. She won’t let them be safe!
(He tries to walk into Kobra, somehow still asleep- even a little snore escaping him)
(He almost falls over, but he uses the doorframe to stay up)
Who?
Le’ me go!
(He sounds frustrated that he can’t get out, sounding almost scared)
She’ll hurt them if I don’t leave!
(He sighs, moving out of the way. If he can't make him stop, then he'll just make sure he stays safe)
Everyone's safe.
Not if she’s around.
(He starts walking slowly, stumbling out into the corridor. He needs to find the way out)
Who?
(He follows, using the wall for support. He looks around as well despite being confident that everyone's safe)
(He heads in the wrong direction for the exit, his stumbling getting a little worse now. His words are less coherent too)
She’s going to hur’ them… I have t’ kee’ her ‘way…
(He sticks close, just in case he falls)
... We're in the rescue, they're safe.
(He trips, going sideways into the wall. He stops then, swaying in his sleep)
Not from her. Never from her. Don’t let her in.
....... Okay?
(He holds an arm out, just in case)
I won't.
I hope she isn’t talking to her.
(He seems to be overhearing something, moving very slowly like he’s trying not to be seen- still sounding scared- while brushing against the wall as he still sways)
(He stumbles, almost bumping into Vodka)
.....Who?
(He stays still for a moment, head tilted, before twitching like he’s been zapped. His voice comes out barely audible, almost pleading)
Please don’t.
(He stands still, utterly confused by this whole thing. Is it just a nightmare?)
Wake up.
(He pats Vodka's shoulder, unsure what else to do)
(He half hunches inwards like he’s been hit, or possibly stabbed, with something)
Stop. Please.
(He’s still barely audible, although at the touch to his shoulder he starts to slump a little- legs starting to give out)
(He pauses, watching the way Vodka moves like he's being attacked. Once he notices that he's starting to drop, he puts an arm around him, despite knowing he'll likely drop too)
(He goes to the floor after letting out a horrible sound that was pained and scared, eyes slowly opening as his breathing becomes shallow and gasping)
(He drops like a sack of rocks, the sudden lack of support sending him sprawling onto the hard floor)
Ow.
(He wheezes, the hand that was curled into a fist trying to stretch out. He says nothing for a while as he tries to shake himself out of the dream)
………….. wha…….. where…..
(He doesn’t seem to recognise where he is, not processing that Kobra’s there. He’s still breathing quickly, almost hyperventilating)
(He pushes himself up into a sitting position with his arms, his lower back and legs feeling numb. More numb than they do normally. His shoulder aches from landing on it)
Rescue. You were... sleep walking?
(He nods slowly, fumbling for his inhaler and taking it twice as his head spins and his knees and ankles protest at the little sleeping adventure)
Oh… I……….. we’re… o…kay?
(He slowly goes to feel where he was hurt in his dream, unsure if the dream was just that given how real it felt)
Mhm.
(He rubs his shoulder, the ache being persistent. He tries to stand, but it's hard to put weight on his legs at the moment)
Are you okay?
(He considers the question as he tries to calm down, heart feeling like it’s a bomb about to detonate as it pounds out of his chest)
…….. ow. I… I don’t know.
(He stares, putting a hand on Vodka's shoulder in hopes that maybe it'll calm him down)
That's fine. ... If you need help up, I can't do anything.
(He nods a little, breathing a little slower, and taking another inhaler puff)
Why are… you… floor?
I fell.
(He says it plainly, decidedly not mentioning that Vodka had accidentally taken him down with him)
Guess we can wait for Cyber to find us?
Oh…
(He vaguely shrugs, deciding that dream was just a dream because there’s no evidence it affected him in reality even it did feel so real)
Maybe..? Sorry… must’ve woke y’ up…
I was already awake, it's fine.
(He tries once again to stand, and he almost manages it, but then he feels the pain of where he'd gotten injured and he slumps again)
Witch..
Hmm…
(He doesn’t believe that fully, but he is a little worried as to how much he was outwardly having a bad dream- he looks down at his knife hand again and frowns when he realises there isn’t a knife where he usually keeps it)
‘S Hollow… around maybe? He can help… if she’s busy…
Maybe, but I dunno where he is.
(He rests against the wall, his legs outstretched in front of him)
I'm comfortable here.
Mmmm… kay…
(He rubs his eyes, keeping a thumb on his sleeves so they don’t ride down)
Where’s… my kn-knife… g-g-gone?
It's in the room.
(He sighs, not actually that comfortable)
Why?
(He frowns slightly again, cogs turning slowly)
I… why…
(He sighs at himself)
Was-was I actually t-trying to use it? I dreamt I was…
... Maybe?
(He shrugs, unsure)
I didn't want you to hurt yourself on accident.
(He slowly nods, a shiver going through him)
Brr… thanks for n-not letting m-m-me stab m-myself.
(He rubs his eyes with an upset face)
That was awful.
Mhm. Of course.
(He tilts his head, but ultimately decides to stay quiet instead of question the nightmare)
It seemed like it.
Mm.
(He touches his stomach briefly to double check everything’s fine, clearly still in a bit of a state)
I… how bad was I?
(He shrugs)
I thought you were awake, but your eyes were closed. You were talking.
(The realisation that Kobra heard any of what was in that horrid dream makes him feel almost sick)
What… did… you… hear?
You were talking about someone.
(He pauses, before continuing)
And you were you saying you had to go.
(He sighs a little, rubbing his head with one hand)
I- I was… I don’t know where. You ‘n… Lexi… were in trouble. Then I heard… two bad people… Whiskey ‘n… I don’t remember the other name…
(He shakes his head hard, trying to shake off all of it)
It was a nightmare.. but we can still check on Lex if you want to.
I know it was… the only time I’ve seen the other person was because of W-Whiskey…
(He thinks about it, not sure what time it is or if xey’d be awake)
I think xey’re probably zonked… not zoneweed. The battery acid shit.
Whiskey?
(He makes a face)
Battery acid? What do you mean?
Mhm.
(He nods)
Spinks calls the m-medicine from the city b-battery acid.
Oh. Medicine is good.. so xey're resting?
Xey’re resting.
(He’s glad of that, although now he’s hoping xey don’t find out about his nightmare)
Me too. You should be resting, though.
(He pauses, thinking. The idea doesn't make him very happy)
Can you get up? If you can get a chair you can push me back..
I was… mostly.
(He thinks about it, slowly attempting to stand. He almost falls backwards twice, but he sticks his arms out to steady himself)
I’m up… I’ll try to find a chair.
... I guess so.
(He shrugs)
Thank you. I'll stay right here.
(He frowns, because he had been resting for the most part. He had been trying to)
Mhm… you better.
(He stumbles away, looking around for a chair. He does find one eventually, making it back to Kobra)
Look what I got.
I will.
(When Vodka returns, he uses the wall to shakily get up, barely making it a foot off the ground)
Pull me up. Please.
I’ll try…
(He puts both arms under Kobra and does his best to lift him up, shaking at the effort but managing to get him upright)
I got you.
(He manages to take some of his weight off Vodka, then he slumps into the chair)
This is more comfortable.. thank you. Are we going back to our room?
It’s okay.
(Vodka rubs at his knee, nodding and then having a thought)
Yea… um… which way is it?
Uh..
(He looks back, at least a little sure that's the way they came from)
That hall, I think.
(There’s the sound of someone walking into a doorframe)
Why’s this in my way?
(Vodka mutters, hand gripping his knife as he tries to get out of the room. His eyes are half shut, and it’s entirely possible he’s asleep)
@atomicvodkakilljoy
(He startles, then pushes himself up with his arms and scoots up so he can lean back against the headboard)
Huh?
(It takes a moment to realize it's Vodka, and a little longer to notice the knife in his hands)
..... Vodka?
(He walks half into the doorway again and makes a sound of frustration)
Get. Out. Of. My. Way. I. Have. To. Go!
(Whatever’s bothering him is making him sound upset, almost frantic)
(It takes longer than he'd like to get his legs to work, but he manages to stagger over and put a hand on Vodka's shoulder)
Vodka?
(He turns a little bit, eyes barely open)
I have to go. I have to go.
(He holds the knife seemingly tighter, starting to shake a tiny bit)
(He tries to carefully take the knife from his hand, really not wanting to deal with any injuries when he can barely keep himself upright)
...
(He finally notices that Vodka looks asleep, and now he's even more unsure what to do)
(He doesn’t like that at all, refusing to let go of it and grabbing it tighter. He’s frowning in his sleep)
I need to keep them safe. I have to go. She’ll hurt them…
(He pulls a little harder, growing concerned that Vodka's going to hurt himself)
Everyone's safe.
No they’re not.
(The knife does slip from his grip, but his hand remains clenched into a fist as he tries to get through the door again- on a mission to get to wherever he thinks he’s going)
(He drops it, but he ignores it for the sake of keeping Vodka from leaving. He stands in the way)
Yes they are. Are you awake now?
No they’re not. She won’t let them be safe!
(He tries to walk into Kobra, somehow still asleep- even a little snore escaping him)
(He almost falls over, but he uses the doorframe to stay up)
Who?
Le’ me go!
(He sounds frustrated that he can’t get out, sounding almost scared)
She’ll hurt them if I don’t leave!
(He sighs, moving out of the way. If he can't make him stop, then he'll just make sure he stays safe)
Everyone's safe.
Not if she’s around.
(He starts walking slowly, stumbling out into the corridor. He needs to find the way out)
Who?
(He follows, using the wall for support. He looks around as well despite being confident that everyone's safe)
(He heads in the wrong direction for the exit, his stumbling getting a little worse now. His words are less coherent too)
She’s going to hur’ them… I have t’ kee’ her ‘way…
(He sticks close, just in case he falls)
... We're in the rescue, they're safe.
(He trips, going sideways into the wall. He stops then, swaying in his sleep)
Not from her. Never from her. Don’t let her in.
....... Okay?
(He holds an arm out, just in case)
I won't.
I hope she isn’t talking to her.
(He seems to be overhearing something, moving very slowly like he’s trying not to be seen- still sounding scared- while brushing against the wall as he still sways)
(He stumbles, almost bumping into Vodka)
.....Who?
(He stays still for a moment, head tilted, before twitching like he’s been zapped. His voice comes out barely audible, almost pleading)
Please don’t.
(He stands still, utterly confused by this whole thing. Is it just a nightmare?)
Wake up.
(He pats Vodka's shoulder, unsure what else to do)
(He half hunches inwards like he’s been hit, or possibly stabbed, with something)
Stop. Please.
(He’s still barely audible, although at the touch to his shoulder he starts to slump a little- legs starting to give out)
(He pauses, watching the way Vodka moves like he's being attacked. Once he notices that he's starting to drop, he puts an arm around him, despite knowing he'll likely drop too)
(He goes to the floor after letting out a horrible sound that was pained and scared, eyes slowly opening as his breathing becomes shallow and gasping)
(He drops like a sack of rocks, the sudden lack of support sending him sprawling onto the hard floor)
Ow.
(He wheezes, the hand that was curled into a fist trying to stretch out. He says nothing for a while as he tries to shake himself out of the dream)
………….. wha…….. where…..
(He doesn’t seem to recognise where he is, not processing that Kobra’s there. He’s still breathing quickly, almost hyperventilating)
(He pushes himself up into a sitting position with his arms, his lower back and legs feeling numb. More numb than they do normally. His shoulder aches from landing on it)
Rescue. You were... sleep walking?
(He nods slowly, fumbling for his inhaler and taking it twice as his head spins and his knees and ankles protest at the little sleeping adventure)
Oh… I……….. we’re… o…kay?
(He slowly goes to feel where he was hurt in his dream, unsure if the dream was just that given how real it felt)
Mhm.
(He rubs his shoulder, the ache being persistent. He tries to stand, but it's hard to put weight on his legs at the moment)
Are you okay?
(He considers the question as he tries to calm down, heart feeling like it’s a bomb about to detonate as it pounds out of his chest)
…….. ow. I… I don’t know.
(He stares, putting a hand on Vodka's shoulder in hopes that maybe it'll calm him down)
That's fine. ... If you need help up, I can't do anything.
(He nods a little, breathing a little slower, and taking another inhaler puff)
Why are… you… floor?
I fell.
(He says it plainly, decidedly not mentioning that Vodka had accidentally taken him down with him)
Guess we can wait for Cyber to find us?
Oh…
(He vaguely shrugs, deciding that dream was just a dream because there’s no evidence it affected him in reality even it did feel so real)
Maybe..? Sorry… must’ve woke y’ up…
I was already awake, it's fine.
(He tries once again to stand, and he almost manages it, but then he feels the pain of where he'd gotten injured and he slumps again)
Witch..
Hmm…
(He doesn’t believe that fully, but he is a little worried as to how much he was outwardly having a bad dream- he looks down at his knife hand again and frowns when he realises there isn’t a knife where he usually keeps it)
‘S Hollow… around maybe? He can help… if she’s busy…
Maybe, but I dunno where he is.
(He rests against the wall, his legs outstretched in front of him)
I'm comfortable here.
Mmmm… kay…
(He rubs his eyes, keeping a thumb on his sleeves so they don’t ride down)
Where’s… my kn-knife… g-g-gone?
It's in the room.
(He sighs, not actually that comfortable)
Why?
(He frowns slightly again, cogs turning slowly)
I… why…
(He sighs at himself)
Was-was I actually t-trying to use it? I dreamt I was…
... Maybe?
(He shrugs, unsure)
I didn't want you to hurt yourself on accident.
(He slowly nods, a shiver going through him)
Brr… thanks for n-not letting m-m-me stab m-myself.
(He rubs his eyes with an upset face)
That was awful.
Mhm. Of course.
(He tilts his head, but ultimately decides to stay quiet instead of question the nightmare)
It seemed like it.
Mm.
(He touches his stomach briefly to double check everything’s fine, clearly still in a bit of a state)
I… how bad was I?
(He shrugs)
I thought you were awake, but your eyes were closed. You were talking.
(The realisation that Kobra heard any of what was in that horrid dream makes him feel almost sick)
What… did… you… hear?
You were talking about someone.
(He pauses, before continuing)
And you were you saying you had to go.
(He sighs a little, rubbing his head with one hand)
I- I was… I don’t know where. You ‘n… Lexi… were in trouble. Then I heard… two bad people… Whiskey ‘n… I don’t remember the other name…
(He shakes his head hard, trying to shake off all of it)
It was a nightmare.. but we can still check on Lex if you want to.
I know it was… the only time I’ve seen the other person was because of W-Whiskey…
(He thinks about it, not sure what time it is or if xey’d be awake)
I think xey’re probably zonked… not zoneweed. The battery acid shit.
Whiskey?
(He makes a face)
Battery acid? What do you mean?
Mhm.
(He nods)
Spinks calls the m-medicine from the city b-battery acid.
Oh. Medicine is good.. so xey're resting?
Xey’re resting.
(He’s glad of that, although now he’s hoping xey don’t find out about his nightmare)
Me too. You should be resting, though.
(He pauses, thinking. The idea doesn't make him very happy)
Can you get up? If you can get a chair you can push me back..
I was… mostly.
(He thinks about it, slowly attempting to stand. He almost falls backwards twice, but he sticks his arms out to steady himself)
I’m up… I’ll try to find a chair.
... I guess so.
(He shrugs)
Thank you. I'll stay right here.
(He frowns, because he had been resting for the most part. He had been trying to)
Mhm… you better.
(He stumbles away, looking around for a chair. He does find one eventually, making it back to Kobra)
Look what I got.
I will.
(When Vodka returns, he uses the wall to shakily get up, barely making it a foot off the ground)
Pull me up. Please.
I’ll try…
(He puts both arms under Kobra and does his best to lift him up, shaking at the effort but managing to get him upright)
I got you.
(He manages to take some of his weight off Vodka, then he slumps into the chair)
This is more comfortable.. thank you. Are we going back to our room?
(There’s the sound of someone walking into a doorframe)
Why’s this in my way?
(Vodka mutters, hand gripping his knife as he tries to get out of the room. His eyes are half shut, and it’s entirely possible he’s asleep)
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(He startles, then pushes himself up with his arms and scoots up so he can lean back against the headboard)
Huh?
(It takes a moment to realize it's Vodka, and a little longer to notice the knife in his hands)
..... Vodka?
(He walks half into the doorway again and makes a sound of frustration)
Get. Out. Of. My. Way. I. Have. To. Go!
(Whatever’s bothering him is making him sound upset, almost frantic)
(It takes longer than he'd like to get his legs to work, but he manages to stagger over and put a hand on Vodka's shoulder)
Vodka?
(He turns a little bit, eyes barely open)
I have to go. I have to go.
(He holds the knife seemingly tighter, starting to shake a tiny bit)
(He tries to carefully take the knife from his hand, really not wanting to deal with any injuries when he can barely keep himself upright)
...
(He finally notices that Vodka looks asleep, and now he's even more unsure what to do)
(He doesn’t like that at all, refusing to let go of it and grabbing it tighter. He’s frowning in his sleep)
I need to keep them safe. I have to go. She’ll hurt them…
(He pulls a little harder, growing concerned that Vodka's going to hurt himself)
Everyone's safe.
No they’re not.
(The knife does slip from his grip, but his hand remains clenched into a fist as he tries to get through the door again- on a mission to get to wherever he thinks he’s going)
(He drops it, but he ignores it for the sake of keeping Vodka from leaving. He stands in the way)
Yes they are. Are you awake now?
No they’re not. She won’t let them be safe!
(He tries to walk into Kobra, somehow still asleep- even a little snore escaping him)
(He almost falls over, but he uses the doorframe to stay up)
Who?
Le’ me go!
(He sounds frustrated that he can’t get out, sounding almost scared)
She’ll hurt them if I don’t leave!
(He sighs, moving out of the way. If he can't make him stop, then he'll just make sure he stays safe)
Everyone's safe.
Not if she’s around.
(He starts walking slowly, stumbling out into the corridor. He needs to find the way out)
Who?
(He follows, using the wall for support. He looks around as well despite being confident that everyone's safe)
(He heads in the wrong direction for the exit, his stumbling getting a little worse now. His words are less coherent too)
She’s going to hur’ them… I have t’ kee’ her ‘way…
(He sticks close, just in case he falls)
... We're in the rescue, they're safe.
(He trips, going sideways into the wall. He stops then, swaying in his sleep)
Not from her. Never from her. Don’t let her in.
....... Okay?
(He holds an arm out, just in case)
I won't.
I hope she isn’t talking to her.
(He seems to be overhearing something, moving very slowly like he’s trying not to be seen- still sounding scared- while brushing against the wall as he still sways)
(He stumbles, almost bumping into Vodka)
.....Who?
(He stays still for a moment, head tilted, before twitching like he’s been zapped. His voice comes out barely audible, almost pleading)
Please don’t.
(He stands still, utterly confused by this whole thing. Is it just a nightmare?)
Wake up.
(He pats Vodka's shoulder, unsure what else to do)
(He half hunches inwards like he’s been hit, or possibly stabbed, with something)
Stop. Please.
(He’s still barely audible, although at the touch to his shoulder he starts to slump a little- legs starting to give out)
(He pauses, watching the way Vodka moves like he's being attacked. Once he notices that he's starting to drop, he puts an arm around him, despite knowing he'll likely drop too)
(He goes to the floor after letting out a horrible sound that was pained and scared, eyes slowly opening as his breathing becomes shallow and gasping)
(He drops like a sack of rocks, the sudden lack of support sending him sprawling onto the hard floor)
Ow.
(He wheezes, the hand that was curled into a fist trying to stretch out. He says nothing for a while as he tries to shake himself out of the dream)
………….. wha…….. where…..
(He doesn’t seem to recognise where he is, not processing that Kobra’s there. He’s still breathing quickly, almost hyperventilating)
(He pushes himself up into a sitting position with his arms, his lower back and legs feeling numb. More numb than they do normally. His shoulder aches from landing on it)
Rescue. You were... sleep walking?
(He nods slowly, fumbling for his inhaler and taking it twice as his head spins and his knees and ankles protest at the little sleeping adventure)
Oh… I……….. we’re… o…kay?
(He slowly goes to feel where he was hurt in his dream, unsure if the dream was just that given how real it felt)
Mhm.
(He rubs his shoulder, the ache being persistent. He tries to stand, but it's hard to put weight on his legs at the moment)
Are you okay?
(He considers the question as he tries to calm down, heart feeling like it’s a bomb about to detonate as it pounds out of his chest)
…….. ow. I… I don’t know.
(He stares, putting a hand on Vodka's shoulder in hopes that maybe it'll calm him down)
That's fine. ... If you need help up, I can't do anything.
(He nods a little, breathing a little slower, and taking another inhaler puff)
Why are… you… floor?
I fell.
(He says it plainly, decidedly not mentioning that Vodka had accidentally taken him down with him)
Guess we can wait for Cyber to find us?
Oh…
(He vaguely shrugs, deciding that dream was just a dream because there’s no evidence it affected him in reality even it did feel so real)
Maybe..? Sorry… must’ve woke y’ up…
I was already awake, it's fine.
(He tries once again to stand, and he almost manages it, but then he feels the pain of where he'd gotten injured and he slumps again)
Witch..
Hmm…
(He doesn’t believe that fully, but he is a little worried as to how much he was outwardly having a bad dream- he looks down at his knife hand again and frowns when he realises there isn’t a knife where he usually keeps it)
‘S Hollow… around maybe? He can help… if she’s busy…
Maybe, but I dunno where he is.
(He rests against the wall, his legs outstretched in front of him)
I'm comfortable here.
Mmmm… kay…
(He rubs his eyes, keeping a thumb on his sleeves so they don’t ride down)
Where’s… my kn-knife… g-g-gone?
It's in the room.
(He sighs, not actually that comfortable)
Why?
(He frowns slightly again, cogs turning slowly)
I… why…
(He sighs at himself)
Was-was I actually t-trying to use it? I dreamt I was…
... Maybe?
(He shrugs, unsure)
I didn't want you to hurt yourself on accident.
(He slowly nods, a shiver going through him)
Brr… thanks for n-not letting m-m-me stab m-myself.
(He rubs his eyes with an upset face)
That was awful.
Mhm. Of course.
(He tilts his head, but ultimately decides to stay quiet instead of question the nightmare)
It seemed like it.
Mm.
(He touches his stomach briefly to double check everything’s fine, clearly still in a bit of a state)
I… how bad was I?
(He shrugs)
I thought you were awake, but your eyes were closed. You were talking.
(The realisation that Kobra heard any of what was in that horrid dream makes him feel almost sick)
What… did… you… hear?
You were talking about someone.
(He pauses, before continuing)
And you were you saying you had to go.
(He sighs a little, rubbing his head with one hand)
I- I was… I don’t know where. You ‘n… Lexi… were in trouble. Then I heard… two bad people… Whiskey ‘n… I don’t remember the other name…
(He shakes his head hard, trying to shake off all of it)
It was a nightmare.. but we can still check on Lex if you want to.
I know it was… the only time I’ve seen the other person was because of W-Whiskey…
(He thinks about it, not sure what time it is or if xey’d be awake)
I think xey’re probably zonked… not zoneweed. The battery acid shit.
Whiskey?
(He makes a face)
Battery acid? What do you mean?
Mhm.
(He nods)
Spinks calls the m-medicine from the city b-battery acid.
Oh. Medicine is good.. so xey're resting?
Xey’re resting.
(He’s glad of that, although now he’s hoping xey don’t find out about his nightmare)
Me too. You should be resting, though.
(He pauses, thinking. The idea doesn't make him very happy)
Can you get up? If you can get a chair you can push me back..
I was… mostly.
(He thinks about it, slowly attempting to stand. He almost falls backwards twice, but he sticks his arms out to steady himself)
I’m up… I’ll try to find a chair.
... I guess so.
(He shrugs)
Thank you. I'll stay right here.
(He frowns, because he had been resting for the most part. He had been trying to)
Mhm… you better.
(He stumbles away, looking around for a chair. He does find one eventually, making it back to Kobra)
Look what I got.
I will.
(When Vodka returns, he uses the wall to shakily get up, barely making it a foot off the ground)
Pull me up. Please.
If I cracked your back would you light up like a glowstick?
No. I'd probably die.
(There’s the sound of someone walking into a doorframe)
Why’s this in my way?
(Vodka mutters, hand gripping his knife as he tries to get out of the room. His eyes are half shut, and it’s entirely possible he’s asleep)
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(He startles, then pushes himself up with his arms and scoots up so he can lean back against the headboard)
Huh?
(It takes a moment to realize it's Vodka, and a little longer to notice the knife in his hands)
..... Vodka?
(He walks half into the doorway again and makes a sound of frustration)
Get. Out. Of. My. Way. I. Have. To. Go!
(Whatever’s bothering him is making him sound upset, almost frantic)
(It takes longer than he'd like to get his legs to work, but he manages to stagger over and put a hand on Vodka's shoulder)
Vodka?
(He turns a little bit, eyes barely open)
I have to go. I have to go.
(He holds the knife seemingly tighter, starting to shake a tiny bit)
(He tries to carefully take the knife from his hand, really not wanting to deal with any injuries when he can barely keep himself upright)
...
(He finally notices that Vodka looks asleep, and now he's even more unsure what to do)
(He doesn’t like that at all, refusing to let go of it and grabbing it tighter. He’s frowning in his sleep)
I need to keep them safe. I have to go. She’ll hurt them…
(He pulls a little harder, growing concerned that Vodka's going to hurt himself)
Everyone's safe.
No they’re not.
(The knife does slip from his grip, but his hand remains clenched into a fist as he tries to get through the door again- on a mission to get to wherever he thinks he’s going)
(He drops it, but he ignores it for the sake of keeping Vodka from leaving. He stands in the way)
Yes they are. Are you awake now?
No they’re not. She won’t let them be safe!
(He tries to walk into Kobra, somehow still asleep- even a little snore escaping him)
(He almost falls over, but he uses the doorframe to stay up)
Who?
Le’ me go!
(He sounds frustrated that he can’t get out, sounding almost scared)
She’ll hurt them if I don’t leave!
(He sighs, moving out of the way. If he can't make him stop, then he'll just make sure he stays safe)
Everyone's safe.
Not if she’s around.
(He starts walking slowly, stumbling out into the corridor. He needs to find the way out)
Who?
(He follows, using the wall for support. He looks around as well despite being confident that everyone's safe)
(He heads in the wrong direction for the exit, his stumbling getting a little worse now. His words are less coherent too)
She’s going to hur’ them… I have t’ kee’ her ‘way…
(He sticks close, just in case he falls)
... We're in the rescue, they're safe.
(He trips, going sideways into the wall. He stops then, swaying in his sleep)
Not from her. Never from her. Don’t let her in.
....... Okay?
(He holds an arm out, just in case)
I won't.
I hope she isn’t talking to her.
(He seems to be overhearing something, moving very slowly like he’s trying not to be seen- still sounding scared- while brushing against the wall as he still sways)
(He stumbles, almost bumping into Vodka)
.....Who?
(He stays still for a moment, head tilted, before twitching like he’s been zapped. His voice comes out barely audible, almost pleading)
Please don’t.
(He stands still, utterly confused by this whole thing. Is it just a nightmare?)
Wake up.
(He pats Vodka's shoulder, unsure what else to do)
(He half hunches inwards like he’s been hit, or possibly stabbed, with something)
Stop. Please.
(He’s still barely audible, although at the touch to his shoulder he starts to slump a little- legs starting to give out)
(He pauses, watching the way Vodka moves like he's being attacked. Once he notices that he's starting to drop, he puts an arm around him, despite knowing he'll likely drop too)
(He goes to the floor after letting out a horrible sound that was pained and scared, eyes slowly opening as his breathing becomes shallow and gasping)
(He drops like a sack of rocks, the sudden lack of support sending him sprawling onto the hard floor)
Ow.
(He wheezes, the hand that was curled into a fist trying to stretch out. He says nothing for a while as he tries to shake himself out of the dream)
………….. wha…….. where…..
(He doesn’t seem to recognise where he is, not processing that Kobra’s there. He’s still breathing quickly, almost hyperventilating)
(He pushes himself up into a sitting position with his arms, his lower back and legs feeling numb. More numb than they do normally. His shoulder aches from landing on it)
Rescue. You were... sleep walking?
(He nods slowly, fumbling for his inhaler and taking it twice as his head spins and his knees and ankles protest at the little sleeping adventure)
Oh… I……….. we’re… o…kay?
(He slowly goes to feel where he was hurt in his dream, unsure if the dream was just that given how real it felt)
Mhm.
(He rubs his shoulder, the ache being persistent. He tries to stand, but it's hard to put weight on his legs at the moment)
Are you okay?
(He considers the question as he tries to calm down, heart feeling like it’s a bomb about to detonate as it pounds out of his chest)
…….. ow. I… I don’t know.
(He stares, putting a hand on Vodka's shoulder in hopes that maybe it'll calm him down)
That's fine. ... If you need help up, I can't do anything.
(He nods a little, breathing a little slower, and taking another inhaler puff)
Why are… you… floor?
I fell.
(He says it plainly, decidedly not mentioning that Vodka had accidentally taken him down with him)
Guess we can wait for Cyber to find us?
Oh…
(He vaguely shrugs, deciding that dream was just a dream because there’s no evidence it affected him in reality even it did feel so real)
Maybe..? Sorry… must’ve woke y’ up…
I was already awake, it's fine.
(He tries once again to stand, and he almost manages it, but then he feels the pain of where he'd gotten injured and he slumps again)
Witch..
Hmm…
(He doesn’t believe that fully, but he is a little worried as to how much he was outwardly having a bad dream- he looks down at his knife hand again and frowns when he realises there isn’t a knife where he usually keeps it)
‘S Hollow… around maybe? He can help… if she’s busy…
Maybe, but I dunno where he is.
(He rests against the wall, his legs outstretched in front of him)
I'm comfortable here.
Mmmm… kay…
(He rubs his eyes, keeping a thumb on his sleeves so they don’t ride down)
Where’s… my kn-knife… g-g-gone?
It's in the room.
(He sighs, not actually that comfortable)
Why?
(He frowns slightly again, cogs turning slowly)
I… why…
(He sighs at himself)
Was-was I actually t-trying to use it? I dreamt I was…
... Maybe?
(He shrugs, unsure)
I didn't want you to hurt yourself on accident.
(He slowly nods, a shiver going through him)
Brr… thanks for n-not letting m-m-me stab m-myself.
(He rubs his eyes with an upset face)
That was awful.
Mhm. Of course.
(He tilts his head, but ultimately decides to stay quiet instead of question the nightmare)
It seemed like it.
Mm.
(He touches his stomach briefly to double check everything’s fine, clearly still in a bit of a state)
I… how bad was I?
(He shrugs)
I thought you were awake, but your eyes were closed. You were talking.
(The realisation that Kobra heard any of what was in that horrid dream makes him feel almost sick)
What… did… you… hear?
You were talking about someone.
(He pauses, before continuing)
And you were you saying you had to go.
(He sighs a little, rubbing his head with one hand)
I- I was… I don’t know where. You ‘n… Lexi… were in trouble. Then I heard… two bad people… Whiskey ‘n… I don’t remember the other name…
(He shakes his head hard, trying to shake off all of it)
It was a nightmare.. but we can still check on Lex if you want to.
I know it was… the only time I’ve seen the other person was because of W-Whiskey…
(He thinks about it, not sure what time it is or if xey’d be awake)
I think xey’re probably zonked… not zoneweed. The battery acid shit.
Whiskey?
(He makes a face)
Battery acid? What do you mean?
Mhm.
(He nods)
Spinks calls the m-medicine from the city b-battery acid.
Oh. Medicine is good.. so xey're resting?
Xey’re resting.
(He’s glad of that, although now he’s hoping xey don’t find out about his nightmare)
Me too. You should be resting, though.
(He pauses, thinking. The idea doesn't make him very happy)
Can you get up? If you can get a chair you can push me back..
I was… mostly.
(He thinks about it, slowly attempting to stand. He almost falls backwards twice, but he sticks his arms out to steady himself)
I’m up… I’ll try to find a chair.
... I guess so.
(He shrugs)
Thank you. I'll stay right here.
(There’s the sound of someone walking into a doorframe)
Why’s this in my way?
(Vodka mutters, hand gripping his knife as he tries to get out of the room. His eyes are half shut, and it’s entirely possible he’s asleep)
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(He startles, then pushes himself up with his arms and scoots up so he can lean back against the headboard)
Huh?
(It takes a moment to realize it's Vodka, and a little longer to notice the knife in his hands)
..... Vodka?
(He walks half into the doorway again and makes a sound of frustration)
Get. Out. Of. My. Way. I. Have. To. Go!
(Whatever’s bothering him is making him sound upset, almost frantic)
(It takes longer than he'd like to get his legs to work, but he manages to stagger over and put a hand on Vodka's shoulder)
Vodka?
(He turns a little bit, eyes barely open)
I have to go. I have to go.
(He holds the knife seemingly tighter, starting to shake a tiny bit)
(He tries to carefully take the knife from his hand, really not wanting to deal with any injuries when he can barely keep himself upright)
...
(He finally notices that Vodka looks asleep, and now he's even more unsure what to do)
(He doesn’t like that at all, refusing to let go of it and grabbing it tighter. He’s frowning in his sleep)
I need to keep them safe. I have to go. She’ll hurt them…
(He pulls a little harder, growing concerned that Vodka's going to hurt himself)
Everyone's safe.
No they’re not.
(The knife does slip from his grip, but his hand remains clenched into a fist as he tries to get through the door again- on a mission to get to wherever he thinks he’s going)
(He drops it, but he ignores it for the sake of keeping Vodka from leaving. He stands in the way)
Yes they are. Are you awake now?
No they’re not. She won’t let them be safe!
(He tries to walk into Kobra, somehow still asleep- even a little snore escaping him)
(He almost falls over, but he uses the doorframe to stay up)
Who?
Le’ me go!
(He sounds frustrated that he can’t get out, sounding almost scared)
She’ll hurt them if I don’t leave!
(He sighs, moving out of the way. If he can't make him stop, then he'll just make sure he stays safe)
Everyone's safe.
Not if she’s around.
(He starts walking slowly, stumbling out into the corridor. He needs to find the way out)
Who?
(He follows, using the wall for support. He looks around as well despite being confident that everyone's safe)
(He heads in the wrong direction for the exit, his stumbling getting a little worse now. His words are less coherent too)
She’s going to hur’ them… I have t’ kee’ her ‘way…
(He sticks close, just in case he falls)
... We're in the rescue, they're safe.
(He trips, going sideways into the wall. He stops then, swaying in his sleep)
Not from her. Never from her. Don’t let her in.
....... Okay?
(He holds an arm out, just in case)
I won't.
I hope she isn’t talking to her.
(He seems to be overhearing something, moving very slowly like he’s trying not to be seen- still sounding scared- while brushing against the wall as he still sways)
(He stumbles, almost bumping into Vodka)
.....Who?
(He stays still for a moment, head tilted, before twitching like he’s been zapped. His voice comes out barely audible, almost pleading)
Please don’t.
(He stands still, utterly confused by this whole thing. Is it just a nightmare?)
Wake up.
(He pats Vodka's shoulder, unsure what else to do)
(He half hunches inwards like he’s been hit, or possibly stabbed, with something)
Stop. Please.
(He’s still barely audible, although at the touch to his shoulder he starts to slump a little- legs starting to give out)
(He pauses, watching the way Vodka moves like he's being attacked. Once he notices that he's starting to drop, he puts an arm around him, despite knowing he'll likely drop too)
(He goes to the floor after letting out a horrible sound that was pained and scared, eyes slowly opening as his breathing becomes shallow and gasping)
(He drops like a sack of rocks, the sudden lack of support sending him sprawling onto the hard floor)
Ow.
(He wheezes, the hand that was curled into a fist trying to stretch out. He says nothing for a while as he tries to shake himself out of the dream)
………….. wha…….. where…..
(He doesn’t seem to recognise where he is, not processing that Kobra’s there. He’s still breathing quickly, almost hyperventilating)
(He pushes himself up into a sitting position with his arms, his lower back and legs feeling numb. More numb than they do normally. His shoulder aches from landing on it)
Rescue. You were... sleep walking?
(He nods slowly, fumbling for his inhaler and taking it twice as his head spins and his knees and ankles protest at the little sleeping adventure)
Oh… I……….. we’re… o…kay?
(He slowly goes to feel where he was hurt in his dream, unsure if the dream was just that given how real it felt)
Mhm.
(He rubs his shoulder, the ache being persistent. He tries to stand, but it's hard to put weight on his legs at the moment)
Are you okay?
(He considers the question as he tries to calm down, heart feeling like it’s a bomb about to detonate as it pounds out of his chest)
…….. ow. I… I don’t know.
(He stares, putting a hand on Vodka's shoulder in hopes that maybe it'll calm him down)
That's fine. ... If you need help up, I can't do anything.
(He nods a little, breathing a little slower, and taking another inhaler puff)
Why are… you… floor?
I fell.
(He says it plainly, decidedly not mentioning that Vodka had accidentally taken him down with him)
Guess we can wait for Cyber to find us?
Oh…
(He vaguely shrugs, deciding that dream was just a dream because there’s no evidence it affected him in reality even it did feel so real)
Maybe..? Sorry… must’ve woke y’ up…
I was already awake, it's fine.
(He tries once again to stand, and he almost manages it, but then he feels the pain of where he'd gotten injured and he slumps again)
Witch..
Hmm…
(He doesn’t believe that fully, but he is a little worried as to how much he was outwardly having a bad dream- he looks down at his knife hand again and frowns when he realises there isn’t a knife where he usually keeps it)
‘S Hollow… around maybe? He can help… if she’s busy…
Maybe, but I dunno where he is.
(He rests against the wall, his legs outstretched in front of him)
I'm comfortable here.
Mmmm… kay…
(He rubs his eyes, keeping a thumb on his sleeves so they don’t ride down)
Where’s… my kn-knife… g-g-gone?
It's in the room.
(He sighs, not actually that comfortable)
Why?
(He frowns slightly again, cogs turning slowly)
I… why…
(He sighs at himself)
Was-was I actually t-trying to use it? I dreamt I was…
... Maybe?
(He shrugs, unsure)
I didn't want you to hurt yourself on accident.
(He slowly nods, a shiver going through him)
Brr… thanks for n-not letting m-m-me stab m-myself.
(He rubs his eyes with an upset face)
That was awful.
Mhm. Of course.
(He tilts his head, but ultimately decides to stay quiet instead of question the nightmare)
It seemed like it.
Mm.
(He touches his stomach briefly to double check everything’s fine, clearly still in a bit of a state)
I… how bad was I?
(He shrugs)
I thought you were awake, but your eyes were closed. You were talking.
(The realisation that Kobra heard any of what was in that horrid dream makes him feel almost sick)
What… did… you… hear?
You were talking about someone.
(He pauses, before continuing)
And you were you saying you had to go.
(He sighs a little, rubbing his head with one hand)
I- I was… I don’t know where. You ‘n… Lexi… were in trouble. Then I heard… two bad people… Whiskey ‘n… I don’t remember the other name…
(He shakes his head hard, trying to shake off all of it)
It was a nightmare.. but we can still check on Lex if you want to.
I know it was… the only time I’ve seen the other person was because of W-Whiskey…
(He thinks about it, not sure what time it is or if xey’d be awake)
I think xey’re probably zonked… not zoneweed. The battery acid shit.
Whiskey?
(He makes a face)
Battery acid? What do you mean?
Mhm.
(He nods)
Spinks calls the m-medicine from the city b-battery acid.
Oh. Medicine is good.. so xey're resting?
Xey’re resting.
(He’s glad of that, although now he’s hoping xey don’t find out about his nightmare)
Me too. You should be resting, though.
(He pauses, thinking. The idea doesn't make him very happy)
Can you get up? If you can get a chair you can push me back..
(There’s the sound of someone walking into a doorframe)
Why’s this in my way?
(Vodka mutters, hand gripping his knife as he tries to get out of the room. His eyes are half shut, and it’s entirely possible he’s asleep)
@atomicvodkakilljoy
(He startles, then pushes himself up with his arms and scoots up so he can lean back against the headboard)
Huh?
(It takes a moment to realize it's Vodka, and a little longer to notice the knife in his hands)
..... Vodka?
(He walks half into the doorway again and makes a sound of frustration)
Get. Out. Of. My. Way. I. Have. To. Go!
(Whatever’s bothering him is making him sound upset, almost frantic)
(It takes longer than he'd like to get his legs to work, but he manages to stagger over and put a hand on Vodka's shoulder)
Vodka?
(He turns a little bit, eyes barely open)
I have to go. I have to go.
(He holds the knife seemingly tighter, starting to shake a tiny bit)
(He tries to carefully take the knife from his hand, really not wanting to deal with any injuries when he can barely keep himself upright)
...
(He finally notices that Vodka looks asleep, and now he's even more unsure what to do)
(He doesn’t like that at all, refusing to let go of it and grabbing it tighter. He’s frowning in his sleep)
I need to keep them safe. I have to go. She’ll hurt them…
(He pulls a little harder, growing concerned that Vodka's going to hurt himself)
Everyone's safe.
No they’re not.
(The knife does slip from his grip, but his hand remains clenched into a fist as he tries to get through the door again- on a mission to get to wherever he thinks he’s going)
(He drops it, but he ignores it for the sake of keeping Vodka from leaving. He stands in the way)
Yes they are. Are you awake now?
No they’re not. She won’t let them be safe!
(He tries to walk into Kobra, somehow still asleep- even a little snore escaping him)
(He almost falls over, but he uses the doorframe to stay up)
Who?
Le’ me go!
(He sounds frustrated that he can’t get out, sounding almost scared)
She’ll hurt them if I don’t leave!
(He sighs, moving out of the way. If he can't make him stop, then he'll just make sure he stays safe)
Everyone's safe.
Not if she’s around.
(He starts walking slowly, stumbling out into the corridor. He needs to find the way out)
Who?
(He follows, using the wall for support. He looks around as well despite being confident that everyone's safe)
(He heads in the wrong direction for the exit, his stumbling getting a little worse now. His words are less coherent too)
She’s going to hur’ them… I have t’ kee’ her ‘way…
(He sticks close, just in case he falls)
... We're in the rescue, they're safe.
(He trips, going sideways into the wall. He stops then, swaying in his sleep)
Not from her. Never from her. Don’t let her in.
....... Okay?
(He holds an arm out, just in case)
I won't.
I hope she isn’t talking to her.
(He seems to be overhearing something, moving very slowly like he’s trying not to be seen- still sounding scared- while brushing against the wall as he still sways)
(He stumbles, almost bumping into Vodka)
.....Who?
(He stays still for a moment, head tilted, before twitching like he’s been zapped. His voice comes out barely audible, almost pleading)
Please don’t.
(He stands still, utterly confused by this whole thing. Is it just a nightmare?)
Wake up.
(He pats Vodka's shoulder, unsure what else to do)
(He half hunches inwards like he’s been hit, or possibly stabbed, with something)
Stop. Please.
(He’s still barely audible, although at the touch to his shoulder he starts to slump a little- legs starting to give out)
(He pauses, watching the way Vodka moves like he's being attacked. Once he notices that he's starting to drop, he puts an arm around him, despite knowing he'll likely drop too)
(He goes to the floor after letting out a horrible sound that was pained and scared, eyes slowly opening as his breathing becomes shallow and gasping)
(He drops like a sack of rocks, the sudden lack of support sending him sprawling onto the hard floor)
Ow.
(He wheezes, the hand that was curled into a fist trying to stretch out. He says nothing for a while as he tries to shake himself out of the dream)
………….. wha…….. where…..
(He doesn’t seem to recognise where he is, not processing that Kobra’s there. He’s still breathing quickly, almost hyperventilating)
(He pushes himself up into a sitting position with his arms, his lower back and legs feeling numb. More numb than they do normally. His shoulder aches from landing on it)
Rescue. You were... sleep walking?
(He nods slowly, fumbling for his inhaler and taking it twice as his head spins and his knees and ankles protest at the little sleeping adventure)
Oh… I……….. we’re… o…kay?
(He slowly goes to feel where he was hurt in his dream, unsure if the dream was just that given how real it felt)
Mhm.
(He rubs his shoulder, the ache being persistent. He tries to stand, but it's hard to put weight on his legs at the moment)
Are you okay?
(He considers the question as he tries to calm down, heart feeling like it’s a bomb about to detonate as it pounds out of his chest)
…….. ow. I… I don’t know.
(He stares, putting a hand on Vodka's shoulder in hopes that maybe it'll calm him down)
That's fine. ... If you need help up, I can't do anything.
(He nods a little, breathing a little slower, and taking another inhaler puff)
Why are… you… floor?
I fell.
(He says it plainly, decidedly not mentioning that Vodka had accidentally taken him down with him)
Guess we can wait for Cyber to find us?
Oh…
(He vaguely shrugs, deciding that dream was just a dream because there’s no evidence it affected him in reality even it did feel so real)
Maybe..? Sorry… must’ve woke y’ up…
I was already awake, it's fine.
(He tries once again to stand, and he almost manages it, but then he feels the pain of where he'd gotten injured and he slumps again)
Witch..
Hmm…
(He doesn’t believe that fully, but he is a little worried as to how much he was outwardly having a bad dream- he looks down at his knife hand again and frowns when he realises there isn’t a knife where he usually keeps it)
‘S Hollow… around maybe? He can help… if she’s busy…
Maybe, but I dunno where he is.
(He rests against the wall, his legs outstretched in front of him)
I'm comfortable here.
Mmmm… kay…
(He rubs his eyes, keeping a thumb on his sleeves so they don’t ride down)
Where’s… my kn-knife… g-g-gone?
It's in the room.
(He sighs, not actually that comfortable)
Why?
(He frowns slightly again, cogs turning slowly)
I… why…
(He sighs at himself)
Was-was I actually t-trying to use it? I dreamt I was…
... Maybe?
(He shrugs, unsure)
I didn't want you to hurt yourself on accident.
(He slowly nods, a shiver going through him)
Brr… thanks for n-not letting m-m-me stab m-myself.
(He rubs his eyes with an upset face)
That was awful.
Mhm. Of course.
(He tilts his head, but ultimately decides to stay quiet instead of question the nightmare)
It seemed like it.
Mm.
(He touches his stomach briefly to double check everything’s fine, clearly still in a bit of a state)
I… how bad was I?
(He shrugs)
I thought you were awake, but your eyes were closed. You were talking.
(The realisation that Kobra heard any of what was in that horrid dream makes him feel almost sick)
What… did… you… hear?
You were talking about someone.
(He pauses, before continuing)
And you were you saying you had to go.
(He sighs a little, rubbing his head with one hand)
I- I was… I don’t know where. You ‘n… Lexi… were in trouble. Then I heard… two bad people… Whiskey ‘n… I don’t remember the other name…
(He shakes his head hard, trying to shake off all of it)
It was a nightmare.. but we can still check on Lex if you want to.
I know it was… the only time I’ve seen the other person was because of W-Whiskey…
(He thinks about it, not sure what time it is or if xey’d be awake)
I think xey’re probably zonked… not zoneweed. The battery acid shit.
Whiskey?
(He makes a face)
Battery acid? What do you mean?
Mhm.
(He nods)
Spinks calls the m-medicine from the city b-battery acid.
Oh. Medicine is good.. so xey're resting?
(There’s the sound of someone walking into a doorframe)
Why’s this in my way?
(Vodka mutters, hand gripping his knife as he tries to get out of the room. His eyes are half shut, and it’s entirely possible he’s asleep)
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(He startles, then pushes himself up with his arms and scoots up so he can lean back against the headboard)
Huh?
(It takes a moment to realize it's Vodka, and a little longer to notice the knife in his hands)
..... Vodka?
(He walks half into the doorway again and makes a sound of frustration)
Get. Out. Of. My. Way. I. Have. To. Go!
(Whatever’s bothering him is making him sound upset, almost frantic)
(It takes longer than he'd like to get his legs to work, but he manages to stagger over and put a hand on Vodka's shoulder)
Vodka?
(He turns a little bit, eyes barely open)
I have to go. I have to go.
(He holds the knife seemingly tighter, starting to shake a tiny bit)
(He tries to carefully take the knife from his hand, really not wanting to deal with any injuries when he can barely keep himself upright)
...
(He finally notices that Vodka looks asleep, and now he's even more unsure what to do)
(He doesn’t like that at all, refusing to let go of it and grabbing it tighter. He’s frowning in his sleep)
I need to keep them safe. I have to go. She’ll hurt them…
(He pulls a little harder, growing concerned that Vodka's going to hurt himself)
Everyone's safe.
No they’re not.
(The knife does slip from his grip, but his hand remains clenched into a fist as he tries to get through the door again- on a mission to get to wherever he thinks he’s going)
(He drops it, but he ignores it for the sake of keeping Vodka from leaving. He stands in the way)
Yes they are. Are you awake now?
No they’re not. She won’t let them be safe!
(He tries to walk into Kobra, somehow still asleep- even a little snore escaping him)
(He almost falls over, but he uses the doorframe to stay up)
Who?
Le’ me go!
(He sounds frustrated that he can’t get out, sounding almost scared)
She’ll hurt them if I don’t leave!
(He sighs, moving out of the way. If he can't make him stop, then he'll just make sure he stays safe)
Everyone's safe.
Not if she’s around.
(He starts walking slowly, stumbling out into the corridor. He needs to find the way out)
Who?
(He follows, using the wall for support. He looks around as well despite being confident that everyone's safe)
(He heads in the wrong direction for the exit, his stumbling getting a little worse now. His words are less coherent too)
She’s going to hur’ them… I have t’ kee’ her ‘way…
(He sticks close, just in case he falls)
... We're in the rescue, they're safe.
(He trips, going sideways into the wall. He stops then, swaying in his sleep)
Not from her. Never from her. Don’t let her in.
....... Okay?
(He holds an arm out, just in case)
I won't.
I hope she isn’t talking to her.
(He seems to be overhearing something, moving very slowly like he’s trying not to be seen- still sounding scared- while brushing against the wall as he still sways)
(He stumbles, almost bumping into Vodka)
.....Who?
(He stays still for a moment, head tilted, before twitching like he’s been zapped. His voice comes out barely audible, almost pleading)
Please don’t.
(He stands still, utterly confused by this whole thing. Is it just a nightmare?)
Wake up.
(He pats Vodka's shoulder, unsure what else to do)
(He half hunches inwards like he’s been hit, or possibly stabbed, with something)
Stop. Please.
(He’s still barely audible, although at the touch to his shoulder he starts to slump a little- legs starting to give out)
(He pauses, watching the way Vodka moves like he's being attacked. Once he notices that he's starting to drop, he puts an arm around him, despite knowing he'll likely drop too)
(He goes to the floor after letting out a horrible sound that was pained and scared, eyes slowly opening as his breathing becomes shallow and gasping)
(He drops like a sack of rocks, the sudden lack of support sending him sprawling onto the hard floor)
Ow.
(He wheezes, the hand that was curled into a fist trying to stretch out. He says nothing for a while as he tries to shake himself out of the dream)
………….. wha…….. where…..
(He doesn’t seem to recognise where he is, not processing that Kobra’s there. He’s still breathing quickly, almost hyperventilating)
(He pushes himself up into a sitting position with his arms, his lower back and legs feeling numb. More numb than they do normally. His shoulder aches from landing on it)
Rescue. You were... sleep walking?
(He nods slowly, fumbling for his inhaler and taking it twice as his head spins and his knees and ankles protest at the little sleeping adventure)
Oh… I……….. we’re… o…kay?
(He slowly goes to feel where he was hurt in his dream, unsure if the dream was just that given how real it felt)
Mhm.
(He rubs his shoulder, the ache being persistent. He tries to stand, but it's hard to put weight on his legs at the moment)
Are you okay?
(He considers the question as he tries to calm down, heart feeling like it’s a bomb about to detonate as it pounds out of his chest)
…….. ow. I… I don’t know.
(He stares, putting a hand on Vodka's shoulder in hopes that maybe it'll calm him down)
That's fine. ... If you need help up, I can't do anything.
(He nods a little, breathing a little slower, and taking another inhaler puff)
Why are… you… floor?
I fell.
(He says it plainly, decidedly not mentioning that Vodka had accidentally taken him down with him)
Guess we can wait for Cyber to find us?
Oh…
(He vaguely shrugs, deciding that dream was just a dream because there’s no evidence it affected him in reality even it did feel so real)
Maybe..? Sorry… must’ve woke y’ up…
I was already awake, it's fine.
(He tries once again to stand, and he almost manages it, but then he feels the pain of where he'd gotten injured and he slumps again)
Witch..
Hmm…
(He doesn’t believe that fully, but he is a little worried as to how much he was outwardly having a bad dream- he looks down at his knife hand again and frowns when he realises there isn’t a knife where he usually keeps it)
‘S Hollow… around maybe? He can help… if she’s busy…
Maybe, but I dunno where he is.
(He rests against the wall, his legs outstretched in front of him)
I'm comfortable here.
Mmmm… kay…
(He rubs his eyes, keeping a thumb on his sleeves so they don’t ride down)
Where’s… my kn-knife… g-g-gone?
It's in the room.
(He sighs, not actually that comfortable)
Why?
(He frowns slightly again, cogs turning slowly)
I… why…
(He sighs at himself)
Was-was I actually t-trying to use it? I dreamt I was…
... Maybe?
(He shrugs, unsure)
I didn't want you to hurt yourself on accident.
(He slowly nods, a shiver going through him)
Brr… thanks for n-not letting m-m-me stab m-myself.
(He rubs his eyes with an upset face)
That was awful.
Mhm. Of course.
(He tilts his head, but ultimately decides to stay quiet instead of question the nightmare)
It seemed like it.
Mm.
(He touches his stomach briefly to double check everything’s fine, clearly still in a bit of a state)
I… how bad was I?
(He shrugs)
I thought you were awake, but your eyes were closed. You were talking.
(The realisation that Kobra heard any of what was in that horrid dream makes him feel almost sick)
What… did… you… hear?
You were talking about someone.
(He pauses, before continuing)
And you were you saying you had to go.
(He sighs a little, rubbing his head with one hand)
I- I was… I don’t know where. You ‘n… Lexi… were in trouble. Then I heard… two bad people… Whiskey ‘n… I don’t remember the other name…
(He shakes his head hard, trying to shake off all of it)
It was a nightmare.. but we can still check on Lex if you want to.
I know it was… the only time I’ve seen the other person was because of W-Whiskey…
(He thinks about it, not sure what time it is or if xey’d be awake)
I think xey’re probably zonked… not zoneweed. The battery acid shit.
Whiskey?
(He makes a face)
Battery acid? What do you mean?
(There’s the sound of someone walking into a doorframe)
Why’s this in my way?
(Vodka mutters, hand gripping his knife as he tries to get out of the room. His eyes are half shut, and it’s entirely possible he’s asleep)
@atomicvodkakilljoy
(He startles, then pushes himself up with his arms and scoots up so he can lean back against the headboard)
Huh?
(It takes a moment to realize it's Vodka, and a little longer to notice the knife in his hands)
..... Vodka?
(He walks half into the doorway again and makes a sound of frustration)
Get. Out. Of. My. Way. I. Have. To. Go!
(Whatever’s bothering him is making him sound upset, almost frantic)
(It takes longer than he'd like to get his legs to work, but he manages to stagger over and put a hand on Vodka's shoulder)
Vodka?
(He turns a little bit, eyes barely open)
I have to go. I have to go.
(He holds the knife seemingly tighter, starting to shake a tiny bit)
(He tries to carefully take the knife from his hand, really not wanting to deal with any injuries when he can barely keep himself upright)
...
(He finally notices that Vodka looks asleep, and now he's even more unsure what to do)
(He doesn’t like that at all, refusing to let go of it and grabbing it tighter. He’s frowning in his sleep)
I need to keep them safe. I have to go. She’ll hurt them…
(He pulls a little harder, growing concerned that Vodka's going to hurt himself)
Everyone's safe.
No they’re not.
(The knife does slip from his grip, but his hand remains clenched into a fist as he tries to get through the door again- on a mission to get to wherever he thinks he’s going)
(He drops it, but he ignores it for the sake of keeping Vodka from leaving. He stands in the way)
Yes they are. Are you awake now?
No they’re not. She won’t let them be safe!
(He tries to walk into Kobra, somehow still asleep- even a little snore escaping him)
(He almost falls over, but he uses the doorframe to stay up)
Who?
Le’ me go!
(He sounds frustrated that he can’t get out, sounding almost scared)
She’ll hurt them if I don’t leave!
(He sighs, moving out of the way. If he can't make him stop, then he'll just make sure he stays safe)
Everyone's safe.
Not if she’s around.
(He starts walking slowly, stumbling out into the corridor. He needs to find the way out)
Who?
(He follows, using the wall for support. He looks around as well despite being confident that everyone's safe)
(He heads in the wrong direction for the exit, his stumbling getting a little worse now. His words are less coherent too)
She’s going to hur’ them… I have t’ kee’ her ‘way…
(He sticks close, just in case he falls)
... We're in the rescue, they're safe.
(He trips, going sideways into the wall. He stops then, swaying in his sleep)
Not from her. Never from her. Don’t let her in.
....... Okay?
(He holds an arm out, just in case)
I won't.
I hope she isn’t talking to her.
(He seems to be overhearing something, moving very slowly like he’s trying not to be seen- still sounding scared- while brushing against the wall as he still sways)
(He stumbles, almost bumping into Vodka)
.....Who?
(He stays still for a moment, head tilted, before twitching like he’s been zapped. His voice comes out barely audible, almost pleading)
Please don’t.
(He stands still, utterly confused by this whole thing. Is it just a nightmare?)
Wake up.
(He pats Vodka's shoulder, unsure what else to do)
(He half hunches inwards like he’s been hit, or possibly stabbed, with something)
Stop. Please.
(He’s still barely audible, although at the touch to his shoulder he starts to slump a little- legs starting to give out)
(He pauses, watching the way Vodka moves like he's being attacked. Once he notices that he's starting to drop, he puts an arm around him, despite knowing he'll likely drop too)
(He goes to the floor after letting out a horrible sound that was pained and scared, eyes slowly opening as his breathing becomes shallow and gasping)
(He drops like a sack of rocks, the sudden lack of support sending him sprawling onto the hard floor)
Ow.
(He wheezes, the hand that was curled into a fist trying to stretch out. He says nothing for a while as he tries to shake himself out of the dream)
………….. wha…….. where…..
(He doesn’t seem to recognise where he is, not processing that Kobra’s there. He’s still breathing quickly, almost hyperventilating)
(He pushes himself up into a sitting position with his arms, his lower back and legs feeling numb. More numb than they do normally. His shoulder aches from landing on it)
Rescue. You were... sleep walking?
(He nods slowly, fumbling for his inhaler and taking it twice as his head spins and his knees and ankles protest at the little sleeping adventure)
Oh… I……….. we’re… o…kay?
(He slowly goes to feel where he was hurt in his dream, unsure if the dream was just that given how real it felt)
Mhm.
(He rubs his shoulder, the ache being persistent. He tries to stand, but it's hard to put weight on his legs at the moment)
Are you okay?
(He considers the question as he tries to calm down, heart feeling like it’s a bomb about to detonate as it pounds out of his chest)
…….. ow. I… I don’t know.
(He stares, putting a hand on Vodka's shoulder in hopes that maybe it'll calm him down)
That's fine. ... If you need help up, I can't do anything.
(He nods a little, breathing a little slower, and taking another inhaler puff)
Why are… you… floor?
I fell.
(He says it plainly, decidedly not mentioning that Vodka had accidentally taken him down with him)
Guess we can wait for Cyber to find us?
Oh…
(He vaguely shrugs, deciding that dream was just a dream because there’s no evidence it affected him in reality even it did feel so real)
Maybe..? Sorry… must’ve woke y’ up…
I was already awake, it's fine.
(He tries once again to stand, and he almost manages it, but then he feels the pain of where he'd gotten injured and he slumps again)
Witch..
Hmm…
(He doesn’t believe that fully, but he is a little worried as to how much he was outwardly having a bad dream- he looks down at his knife hand again and frowns when he realises there isn’t a knife where he usually keeps it)
‘S Hollow… around maybe? He can help… if she’s busy…
Maybe, but I dunno where he is.
(He rests against the wall, his legs outstretched in front of him)
I'm comfortable here.
Mmmm… kay…
(He rubs his eyes, keeping a thumb on his sleeves so they don’t ride down)
Where’s… my kn-knife… g-g-gone?
It's in the room.
(He sighs, not actually that comfortable)
Why?
(He frowns slightly again, cogs turning slowly)
I… why…
(He sighs at himself)
Was-was I actually t-trying to use it? I dreamt I was…
... Maybe?
(He shrugs, unsure)
I didn't want you to hurt yourself on accident.
(He slowly nods, a shiver going through him)
Brr… thanks for n-not letting m-m-me stab m-myself.
(He rubs his eyes with an upset face)
That was awful.
Mhm. Of course.
(He tilts his head, but ultimately decides to stay quiet instead of question the nightmare)
It seemed like it.
Mm.
(He touches his stomach briefly to double check everything’s fine, clearly still in a bit of a state)
I… how bad was I?
(He shrugs)
I thought you were awake, but your eyes were closed. You were talking.
(The realisation that Kobra heard any of what was in that horrid dream makes him feel almost sick)
What… did… you… hear?
You were talking about someone.
(He pauses, before continuing)
And you were you saying you had to go.
(He sighs a little, rubbing his head with one hand)
I- I was… I don’t know where. You ‘n… Lexi… were in trouble. Then I heard… two bad people… Whiskey ‘n… I don’t remember the other name…
(He shakes his head hard, trying to shake off all of it)
It was a nightmare.. but we can still check on Lex if you want to.
(There’s the sound of someone walking into a doorframe)
Why’s this in my way?
(Vodka mutters, hand gripping his knife as he tries to get out of the room. His eyes are half shut, and it’s entirely possible he’s asleep)
@atomicvodkakilljoy
(He startles, then pushes himself up with his arms and scoots up so he can lean back against the headboard)
Huh?
(It takes a moment to realize it's Vodka, and a little longer to notice the knife in his hands)
..... Vodka?
(He walks half into the doorway again and makes a sound of frustration)
Get. Out. Of. My. Way. I. Have. To. Go!
(Whatever’s bothering him is making him sound upset, almost frantic)
(It takes longer than he'd like to get his legs to work, but he manages to stagger over and put a hand on Vodka's shoulder)
Vodka?
(He turns a little bit, eyes barely open)
I have to go. I have to go.
(He holds the knife seemingly tighter, starting to shake a tiny bit)
(He tries to carefully take the knife from his hand, really not wanting to deal with any injuries when he can barely keep himself upright)
...
(He finally notices that Vodka looks asleep, and now he's even more unsure what to do)
(He doesn’t like that at all, refusing to let go of it and grabbing it tighter. He’s frowning in his sleep)
I need to keep them safe. I have to go. She’ll hurt them…
(He pulls a little harder, growing concerned that Vodka's going to hurt himself)
Everyone's safe.
No they’re not.
(The knife does slip from his grip, but his hand remains clenched into a fist as he tries to get through the door again- on a mission to get to wherever he thinks he’s going)
(He drops it, but he ignores it for the sake of keeping Vodka from leaving. He stands in the way)
Yes they are. Are you awake now?
No they’re not. She won’t let them be safe!
(He tries to walk into Kobra, somehow still asleep- even a little snore escaping him)
(He almost falls over, but he uses the doorframe to stay up)
Who?
Le’ me go!
(He sounds frustrated that he can’t get out, sounding almost scared)
She’ll hurt them if I don’t leave!
(He sighs, moving out of the way. If he can't make him stop, then he'll just make sure he stays safe)
Everyone's safe.
Not if she’s around.
(He starts walking slowly, stumbling out into the corridor. He needs to find the way out)
Who?
(He follows, using the wall for support. He looks around as well despite being confident that everyone's safe)
(He heads in the wrong direction for the exit, his stumbling getting a little worse now. His words are less coherent too)
She’s going to hur’ them… I have t’ kee’ her ‘way…
(He sticks close, just in case he falls)
... We're in the rescue, they're safe.
(He trips, going sideways into the wall. He stops then, swaying in his sleep)
Not from her. Never from her. Don’t let her in.
....... Okay?
(He holds an arm out, just in case)
I won't.
I hope she isn’t talking to her.
(He seems to be overhearing something, moving very slowly like he’s trying not to be seen- still sounding scared- while brushing against the wall as he still sways)
(He stumbles, almost bumping into Vodka)
.....Who?
(He stays still for a moment, head tilted, before twitching like he’s been zapped. His voice comes out barely audible, almost pleading)
Please don’t.
(He stands still, utterly confused by this whole thing. Is it just a nightmare?)
Wake up.
(He pats Vodka's shoulder, unsure what else to do)
(He half hunches inwards like he’s been hit, or possibly stabbed, with something)
Stop. Please.
(He’s still barely audible, although at the touch to his shoulder he starts to slump a little- legs starting to give out)
(He pauses, watching the way Vodka moves like he's being attacked. Once he notices that he's starting to drop, he puts an arm around him, despite knowing he'll likely drop too)
(He goes to the floor after letting out a horrible sound that was pained and scared, eyes slowly opening as his breathing becomes shallow and gasping)
(He drops like a sack of rocks, the sudden lack of support sending him sprawling onto the hard floor)
Ow.
(He wheezes, the hand that was curled into a fist trying to stretch out. He says nothing for a while as he tries to shake himself out of the dream)
………….. wha…….. where…..
(He doesn’t seem to recognise where he is, not processing that Kobra’s there. He’s still breathing quickly, almost hyperventilating)
(He pushes himself up into a sitting position with his arms, his lower back and legs feeling numb. More numb than they do normally. His shoulder aches from landing on it)
Rescue. You were... sleep walking?
(He nods slowly, fumbling for his inhaler and taking it twice as his head spins and his knees and ankles protest at the little sleeping adventure)
Oh… I……….. we’re… o…kay?
(He slowly goes to feel where he was hurt in his dream, unsure if the dream was just that given how real it felt)
Mhm.
(He rubs his shoulder, the ache being persistent. He tries to stand, but it's hard to put weight on his legs at the moment)
Are you okay?
(He considers the question as he tries to calm down, heart feeling like it’s a bomb about to detonate as it pounds out of his chest)
…….. ow. I… I don’t know.
(He stares, putting a hand on Vodka's shoulder in hopes that maybe it'll calm him down)
That's fine. ... If you need help up, I can't do anything.
(He nods a little, breathing a little slower, and taking another inhaler puff)
Why are… you… floor?
I fell.
(He says it plainly, decidedly not mentioning that Vodka had accidentally taken him down with him)
Guess we can wait for Cyber to find us?
Oh…
(He vaguely shrugs, deciding that dream was just a dream because there’s no evidence it affected him in reality even it did feel so real)
Maybe..? Sorry… must’ve woke y’ up…
I was already awake, it's fine.
(He tries once again to stand, and he almost manages it, but then he feels the pain of where he'd gotten injured and he slumps again)
Witch..
Hmm…
(He doesn’t believe that fully, but he is a little worried as to how much he was outwardly having a bad dream- he looks down at his knife hand again and frowns when he realises there isn’t a knife where he usually keeps it)
‘S Hollow… around maybe? He can help… if she’s busy…
Maybe, but I dunno where he is.
(He rests against the wall, his legs outstretched in front of him)
I'm comfortable here.
Mmmm… kay…
(He rubs his eyes, keeping a thumb on his sleeves so they don’t ride down)
Where’s… my kn-knife… g-g-gone?
It's in the room.
(He sighs, not actually that comfortable)
Why?
(He frowns slightly again, cogs turning slowly)
I… why…
(He sighs at himself)
Was-was I actually t-trying to use it? I dreamt I was…
... Maybe?
(He shrugs, unsure)
I didn't want you to hurt yourself on accident.
(He slowly nods, a shiver going through him)
Brr… thanks for n-not letting m-m-me stab m-myself.
(He rubs his eyes with an upset face)
That was awful.
Mhm. Of course.
(He tilts his head, but ultimately decides to stay quiet instead of question the nightmare)
It seemed like it.
Mm.
(He touches his stomach briefly to double check everything’s fine, clearly still in a bit of a state)
I… how bad was I?
(He shrugs)
I thought you were awake, but your eyes were closed. You were talking.
(The realisation that Kobra heard any of what was in that horrid dream makes him feel almost sick)
What… did… you… hear?
You were talking about someone.
(He pauses, before continuing)
And you were you saying you had to go.
(There’s the sound of someone walking into a doorframe)
Why’s this in my way?
(Vodka mutters, hand gripping his knife as he tries to get out of the room. His eyes are half shut, and it’s entirely possible he’s asleep)
@atomicvodkakilljoy
(He startles, then pushes himself up with his arms and scoots up so he can lean back against the headboard)
Huh?
(It takes a moment to realize it's Vodka, and a little longer to notice the knife in his hands)
..... Vodka?
(He walks half into the doorway again and makes a sound of frustration)
Get. Out. Of. My. Way. I. Have. To. Go!
(Whatever’s bothering him is making him sound upset, almost frantic)
(It takes longer than he'd like to get his legs to work, but he manages to stagger over and put a hand on Vodka's shoulder)
Vodka?
(He turns a little bit, eyes barely open)
I have to go. I have to go.
(He holds the knife seemingly tighter, starting to shake a tiny bit)
(He tries to carefully take the knife from his hand, really not wanting to deal with any injuries when he can barely keep himself upright)
...
(He finally notices that Vodka looks asleep, and now he's even more unsure what to do)
(He doesn’t like that at all, refusing to let go of it and grabbing it tighter. He’s frowning in his sleep)
I need to keep them safe. I have to go. She’ll hurt them…
(He pulls a little harder, growing concerned that Vodka's going to hurt himself)
Everyone's safe.
No they’re not.
(The knife does slip from his grip, but his hand remains clenched into a fist as he tries to get through the door again- on a mission to get to wherever he thinks he’s going)
(He drops it, but he ignores it for the sake of keeping Vodka from leaving. He stands in the way)
Yes they are. Are you awake now?
No they’re not. She won’t let them be safe!
(He tries to walk into Kobra, somehow still asleep- even a little snore escaping him)
(He almost falls over, but he uses the doorframe to stay up)
Who?
Le’ me go!
(He sounds frustrated that he can’t get out, sounding almost scared)
She’ll hurt them if I don’t leave!
(He sighs, moving out of the way. If he can't make him stop, then he'll just make sure he stays safe)
Everyone's safe.
Not if she’s around.
(He starts walking slowly, stumbling out into the corridor. He needs to find the way out)
Who?
(He follows, using the wall for support. He looks around as well despite being confident that everyone's safe)
(He heads in the wrong direction for the exit, his stumbling getting a little worse now. His words are less coherent too)
She’s going to hur’ them… I have t’ kee’ her ‘way…
(He sticks close, just in case he falls)
... We're in the rescue, they're safe.
(He trips, going sideways into the wall. He stops then, swaying in his sleep)
Not from her. Never from her. Don’t let her in.
....... Okay?
(He holds an arm out, just in case)
I won't.
I hope she isn’t talking to her.
(He seems to be overhearing something, moving very slowly like he’s trying not to be seen- still sounding scared- while brushing against the wall as he still sways)
(He stumbles, almost bumping into Vodka)
.....Who?
(He stays still for a moment, head tilted, before twitching like he’s been zapped. His voice comes out barely audible, almost pleading)
Please don’t.
(He stands still, utterly confused by this whole thing. Is it just a nightmare?)
Wake up.
(He pats Vodka's shoulder, unsure what else to do)
(He half hunches inwards like he’s been hit, or possibly stabbed, with something)
Stop. Please.
(He’s still barely audible, although at the touch to his shoulder he starts to slump a little- legs starting to give out)
(He pauses, watching the way Vodka moves like he's being attacked. Once he notices that he's starting to drop, he puts an arm around him, despite knowing he'll likely drop too)
(He goes to the floor after letting out a horrible sound that was pained and scared, eyes slowly opening as his breathing becomes shallow and gasping)
(He drops like a sack of rocks, the sudden lack of support sending him sprawling onto the hard floor)
Ow.
(He wheezes, the hand that was curled into a fist trying to stretch out. He says nothing for a while as he tries to shake himself out of the dream)
………….. wha…….. where…..
(He doesn’t seem to recognise where he is, not processing that Kobra’s there. He’s still breathing quickly, almost hyperventilating)
(He pushes himself up into a sitting position with his arms, his lower back and legs feeling numb. More numb than they do normally. His shoulder aches from landing on it)
Rescue. You were... sleep walking?
(He nods slowly, fumbling for his inhaler and taking it twice as his head spins and his knees and ankles protest at the little sleeping adventure)
Oh… I……….. we’re… o…kay?
(He slowly goes to feel where he was hurt in his dream, unsure if the dream was just that given how real it felt)
Mhm.
(He rubs his shoulder, the ache being persistent. He tries to stand, but it's hard to put weight on his legs at the moment)
Are you okay?
(He considers the question as he tries to calm down, heart feeling like it’s a bomb about to detonate as it pounds out of his chest)
…….. ow. I… I don’t know.
(He stares, putting a hand on Vodka's shoulder in hopes that maybe it'll calm him down)
That's fine. ... If you need help up, I can't do anything.
(He nods a little, breathing a little slower, and taking another inhaler puff)
Why are… you… floor?
I fell.
(He says it plainly, decidedly not mentioning that Vodka had accidentally taken him down with him)
Guess we can wait for Cyber to find us?
Oh…
(He vaguely shrugs, deciding that dream was just a dream because there’s no evidence it affected him in reality even it did feel so real)
Maybe..? Sorry… must’ve woke y’ up…
I was already awake, it's fine.
(He tries once again to stand, and he almost manages it, but then he feels the pain of where he'd gotten injured and he slumps again)
Witch..
Hmm…
(He doesn’t believe that fully, but he is a little worried as to how much he was outwardly having a bad dream- he looks down at his knife hand again and frowns when he realises there isn’t a knife where he usually keeps it)
‘S Hollow… around maybe? He can help… if she’s busy…
Maybe, but I dunno where he is.
(He rests against the wall, his legs outstretched in front of him)
I'm comfortable here.
Mmmm… kay…
(He rubs his eyes, keeping a thumb on his sleeves so they don’t ride down)
Where’s… my kn-knife… g-g-gone?
It's in the room.
(He sighs, not actually that comfortable)
Why?
(He frowns slightly again, cogs turning slowly)
I… why…
(He sighs at himself)
Was-was I actually t-trying to use it? I dreamt I was…
... Maybe?
(He shrugs, unsure)
I didn't want you to hurt yourself on accident.
(He slowly nods, a shiver going through him)
Brr… thanks for n-not letting m-m-me stab m-myself.
(He rubs his eyes with an upset face)
That was awful.
Mhm. Of course.
(He tilts his head, but ultimately decides to stay quiet instead of question the nightmare)
It seemed like it.
Mm.
(He touches his stomach briefly to double check everything’s fine, clearly still in a bit of a state)
I… how bad was I?
(He shrugs)
I thought you were awake, but your eyes were closed. You were talking.
(There’s the sound of someone walking into a doorframe)
Why’s this in my way?
(Vodka mutters, hand gripping his knife as he tries to get out of the room. His eyes are half shut, and it’s entirely possible he’s asleep)
@atomicvodkakilljoy
(He startles, then pushes himself up with his arms and scoots up so he can lean back against the headboard)
Huh?
(It takes a moment to realize it's Vodka, and a little longer to notice the knife in his hands)
..... Vodka?
(He walks half into the doorway again and makes a sound of frustration)
Get. Out. Of. My. Way. I. Have. To. Go!
(Whatever’s bothering him is making him sound upset, almost frantic)
(It takes longer than he'd like to get his legs to work, but he manages to stagger over and put a hand on Vodka's shoulder)
Vodka?
(He turns a little bit, eyes barely open)
I have to go. I have to go.
(He holds the knife seemingly tighter, starting to shake a tiny bit)
(He tries to carefully take the knife from his hand, really not wanting to deal with any injuries when he can barely keep himself upright)
...
(He finally notices that Vodka looks asleep, and now he's even more unsure what to do)
(He doesn’t like that at all, refusing to let go of it and grabbing it tighter. He’s frowning in his sleep)
I need to keep them safe. I have to go. She’ll hurt them…
(He pulls a little harder, growing concerned that Vodka's going to hurt himself)
Everyone's safe.
No they’re not.
(The knife does slip from his grip, but his hand remains clenched into a fist as he tries to get through the door again- on a mission to get to wherever he thinks he’s going)
(He drops it, but he ignores it for the sake of keeping Vodka from leaving. He stands in the way)
Yes they are. Are you awake now?
No they’re not. She won’t let them be safe!
(He tries to walk into Kobra, somehow still asleep- even a little snore escaping him)
(He almost falls over, but he uses the doorframe to stay up)
Who?
Le’ me go!
(He sounds frustrated that he can’t get out, sounding almost scared)
She’ll hurt them if I don’t leave!
(He sighs, moving out of the way. If he can't make him stop, then he'll just make sure he stays safe)
Everyone's safe.
Not if she’s around.
(He starts walking slowly, stumbling out into the corridor. He needs to find the way out)
Who?
(He follows, using the wall for support. He looks around as well despite being confident that everyone's safe)
(He heads in the wrong direction for the exit, his stumbling getting a little worse now. His words are less coherent too)
She’s going to hur’ them… I have t’ kee’ her ‘way…
(He sticks close, just in case he falls)
... We're in the rescue, they're safe.
(He trips, going sideways into the wall. He stops then, swaying in his sleep)
Not from her. Never from her. Don’t let her in.
....... Okay?
(He holds an arm out, just in case)
I won't.
I hope she isn’t talking to her.
(He seems to be overhearing something, moving very slowly like he’s trying not to be seen- still sounding scared- while brushing against the wall as he still sways)
(He stumbles, almost bumping into Vodka)
.....Who?
(He stays still for a moment, head tilted, before twitching like he’s been zapped. His voice comes out barely audible, almost pleading)
Please don’t.
(He stands still, utterly confused by this whole thing. Is it just a nightmare?)
Wake up.
(He pats Vodka's shoulder, unsure what else to do)
(He half hunches inwards like he’s been hit, or possibly stabbed, with something)
Stop. Please.
(He’s still barely audible, although at the touch to his shoulder he starts to slump a little- legs starting to give out)
(He pauses, watching the way Vodka moves like he's being attacked. Once he notices that he's starting to drop, he puts an arm around him, despite knowing he'll likely drop too)
(He goes to the floor after letting out a horrible sound that was pained and scared, eyes slowly opening as his breathing becomes shallow and gasping)
(He drops like a sack of rocks, the sudden lack of support sending him sprawling onto the hard floor)
Ow.
(He wheezes, the hand that was curled into a fist trying to stretch out. He says nothing for a while as he tries to shake himself out of the dream)
………….. wha…….. where…..
(He doesn’t seem to recognise where he is, not processing that Kobra’s there. He’s still breathing quickly, almost hyperventilating)
(He pushes himself up into a sitting position with his arms, his lower back and legs feeling numb. More numb than they do normally. His shoulder aches from landing on it)
Rescue. You were... sleep walking?
(He nods slowly, fumbling for his inhaler and taking it twice as his head spins and his knees and ankles protest at the little sleeping adventure)
Oh… I……….. we’re… o…kay?
(He slowly goes to feel where he was hurt in his dream, unsure if the dream was just that given how real it felt)
Mhm.
(He rubs his shoulder, the ache being persistent. He tries to stand, but it's hard to put weight on his legs at the moment)
Are you okay?
(He considers the question as he tries to calm down, heart feeling like it’s a bomb about to detonate as it pounds out of his chest)
…….. ow. I… I don’t know.
(He stares, putting a hand on Vodka's shoulder in hopes that maybe it'll calm him down)
That's fine. ... If you need help up, I can't do anything.
(He nods a little, breathing a little slower, and taking another inhaler puff)
Why are… you… floor?
I fell.
(He says it plainly, decidedly not mentioning that Vodka had accidentally taken him down with him)
Guess we can wait for Cyber to find us?
Oh…
(He vaguely shrugs, deciding that dream was just a dream because there’s no evidence it affected him in reality even it did feel so real)
Maybe..? Sorry… must’ve woke y’ up…
I was already awake, it's fine.
(He tries once again to stand, and he almost manages it, but then he feels the pain of where he'd gotten injured and he slumps again)
Witch..
Hmm…
(He doesn’t believe that fully, but he is a little worried as to how much he was outwardly having a bad dream- he looks down at his knife hand again and frowns when he realises there isn’t a knife where he usually keeps it)
‘S Hollow… around maybe? He can help… if she’s busy…
Maybe, but I dunno where he is.
(He rests against the wall, his legs outstretched in front of him)
I'm comfortable here.
Mmmm… kay…
(He rubs his eyes, keeping a thumb on his sleeves so they don’t ride down)
Where’s… my kn-knife… g-g-gone?
It's in the room.
(He sighs, not actually that comfortable)
Why?
(He frowns slightly again, cogs turning slowly)
I… why…
(He sighs at himself)
Was-was I actually t-trying to use it? I dreamt I was…
... Maybe?
(He shrugs, unsure)
I didn't want you to hurt yourself on accident.
(He slowly nods, a shiver going through him)
Brr… thanks for n-not letting m-m-me stab m-myself.
(He rubs his eyes with an upset face)
That was awful.
Mhm. Of course.
(He tilts his head, but ultimately decides to stay quiet instead of question the nightmare)
It seemed like it.
(There’s the sound of someone walking into a doorframe)
Why’s this in my way?
(Vodka mutters, hand gripping his knife as he tries to get out of the room. His eyes are half shut, and it’s entirely possible he’s asleep)
@atomicvodkakilljoy
(He startles, then pushes himself up with his arms and scoots up so he can lean back against the headboard)
Huh?
(It takes a moment to realize it's Vodka, and a little longer to notice the knife in his hands)
..... Vodka?
(He walks half into the doorway again and makes a sound of frustration)
Get. Out. Of. My. Way. I. Have. To. Go!
(Whatever’s bothering him is making him sound upset, almost frantic)
(It takes longer than he'd like to get his legs to work, but he manages to stagger over and put a hand on Vodka's shoulder)
Vodka?
(He turns a little bit, eyes barely open)
I have to go. I have to go.
(He holds the knife seemingly tighter, starting to shake a tiny bit)
(He tries to carefully take the knife from his hand, really not wanting to deal with any injuries when he can barely keep himself upright)
...
(He finally notices that Vodka looks asleep, and now he's even more unsure what to do)
(He doesn’t like that at all, refusing to let go of it and grabbing it tighter. He’s frowning in his sleep)
I need to keep them safe. I have to go. She’ll hurt them…
(He pulls a little harder, growing concerned that Vodka's going to hurt himself)
Everyone's safe.
No they’re not.
(The knife does slip from his grip, but his hand remains clenched into a fist as he tries to get through the door again- on a mission to get to wherever he thinks he’s going)
(He drops it, but he ignores it for the sake of keeping Vodka from leaving. He stands in the way)
Yes they are. Are you awake now?
No they’re not. She won’t let them be safe!
(He tries to walk into Kobra, somehow still asleep- even a little snore escaping him)
(He almost falls over, but he uses the doorframe to stay up)
Who?
Le’ me go!
(He sounds frustrated that he can’t get out, sounding almost scared)
She’ll hurt them if I don’t leave!
(He sighs, moving out of the way. If he can't make him stop, then he'll just make sure he stays safe)
Everyone's safe.
Not if she’s around.
(He starts walking slowly, stumbling out into the corridor. He needs to find the way out)
Who?
(He follows, using the wall for support. He looks around as well despite being confident that everyone's safe)
(He heads in the wrong direction for the exit, his stumbling getting a little worse now. His words are less coherent too)
She’s going to hur’ them… I have t’ kee’ her ‘way…
(He sticks close, just in case he falls)
... We're in the rescue, they're safe.
(He trips, going sideways into the wall. He stops then, swaying in his sleep)
Not from her. Never from her. Don’t let her in.
....... Okay?
(He holds an arm out, just in case)
I won't.
I hope she isn’t talking to her.
(He seems to be overhearing something, moving very slowly like he’s trying not to be seen- still sounding scared- while brushing against the wall as he still sways)
(He stumbles, almost bumping into Vodka)
.....Who?
(He stays still for a moment, head tilted, before twitching like he’s been zapped. His voice comes out barely audible, almost pleading)
Please don’t.
(He stands still, utterly confused by this whole thing. Is it just a nightmare?)
Wake up.
(He pats Vodka's shoulder, unsure what else to do)
(He half hunches inwards like he’s been hit, or possibly stabbed, with something)
Stop. Please.
(He’s still barely audible, although at the touch to his shoulder he starts to slump a little- legs starting to give out)
(He pauses, watching the way Vodka moves like he's being attacked. Once he notices that he's starting to drop, he puts an arm around him, despite knowing he'll likely drop too)
(He goes to the floor after letting out a horrible sound that was pained and scared, eyes slowly opening as his breathing becomes shallow and gasping)
(He drops like a sack of rocks, the sudden lack of support sending him sprawling onto the hard floor)
Ow.
(He wheezes, the hand that was curled into a fist trying to stretch out. He says nothing for a while as he tries to shake himself out of the dream)
………….. wha…….. where…..
(He doesn’t seem to recognise where he is, not processing that Kobra’s there. He’s still breathing quickly, almost hyperventilating)
(He pushes himself up into a sitting position with his arms, his lower back and legs feeling numb. More numb than they do normally. His shoulder aches from landing on it)
Rescue. You were... sleep walking?
(He nods slowly, fumbling for his inhaler and taking it twice as his head spins and his knees and ankles protest at the little sleeping adventure)
Oh… I……….. we’re… o…kay?
(He slowly goes to feel where he was hurt in his dream, unsure if the dream was just that given how real it felt)
Mhm.
(He rubs his shoulder, the ache being persistent. He tries to stand, but it's hard to put weight on his legs at the moment)
Are you okay?
(He considers the question as he tries to calm down, heart feeling like it’s a bomb about to detonate as it pounds out of his chest)
…….. ow. I… I don’t know.
(He stares, putting a hand on Vodka's shoulder in hopes that maybe it'll calm him down)
That's fine. ... If you need help up, I can't do anything.
(He nods a little, breathing a little slower, and taking another inhaler puff)
Why are… you… floor?
I fell.
(He says it plainly, decidedly not mentioning that Vodka had accidentally taken him down with him)
Guess we can wait for Cyber to find us?
Oh…
(He vaguely shrugs, deciding that dream was just a dream because there’s no evidence it affected him in reality even it did feel so real)
Maybe..? Sorry… must’ve woke y’ up…
I was already awake, it's fine.
(He tries once again to stand, and he almost manages it, but then he feels the pain of where he'd gotten injured and he slumps again)
Witch..
Hmm…
(He doesn’t believe that fully, but he is a little worried as to how much he was outwardly having a bad dream- he looks down at his knife hand again and frowns when he realises there isn’t a knife where he usually keeps it)
‘S Hollow… around maybe? He can help… if she’s busy…
Maybe, but I dunno where he is.
(He rests against the wall, his legs outstretched in front of him)
I'm comfortable here.
Mmmm… kay…
(He rubs his eyes, keeping a thumb on his sleeves so they don’t ride down)
Where’s… my kn-knife… g-g-gone?
It's in the room.
(He sighs, not actually that comfortable)
Why?
(He frowns slightly again, cogs turning slowly)
I… why…
(He sighs at himself)
Was-was I actually t-trying to use it? I dreamt I was…
... Maybe?
(He shrugs, unsure)
I didn't want you to hurt yourself on accident.
(There’s the sound of someone walking into a doorframe)
Why’s this in my way?
(Vodka mutters, hand gripping his knife as he tries to get out of the room. His eyes are half shut, and it’s entirely possible he’s asleep)
@atomicvodkakilljoy
(He startles, then pushes himself up with his arms and scoots up so he can lean back against the headboard)
Huh?
(It takes a moment to realize it's Vodka, and a little longer to notice the knife in his hands)
..... Vodka?
(He walks half into the doorway again and makes a sound of frustration)
Get. Out. Of. My. Way. I. Have. To. Go!
(Whatever’s bothering him is making him sound upset, almost frantic)
(It takes longer than he'd like to get his legs to work, but he manages to stagger over and put a hand on Vodka's shoulder)
Vodka?
(He turns a little bit, eyes barely open)
I have to go. I have to go.
(He holds the knife seemingly tighter, starting to shake a tiny bit)
(He tries to carefully take the knife from his hand, really not wanting to deal with any injuries when he can barely keep himself upright)
...
(He finally notices that Vodka looks asleep, and now he's even more unsure what to do)
(He doesn’t like that at all, refusing to let go of it and grabbing it tighter. He’s frowning in his sleep)
I need to keep them safe. I have to go. She’ll hurt them…
(He pulls a little harder, growing concerned that Vodka's going to hurt himself)
Everyone's safe.
No they’re not.
(The knife does slip from his grip, but his hand remains clenched into a fist as he tries to get through the door again- on a mission to get to wherever he thinks he’s going)
(He drops it, but he ignores it for the sake of keeping Vodka from leaving. He stands in the way)
Yes they are. Are you awake now?
No they’re not. She won’t let them be safe!
(He tries to walk into Kobra, somehow still asleep- even a little snore escaping him)
(He almost falls over, but he uses the doorframe to stay up)
Who?
Le’ me go!
(He sounds frustrated that he can’t get out, sounding almost scared)
She’ll hurt them if I don’t leave!
(He sighs, moving out of the way. If he can't make him stop, then he'll just make sure he stays safe)
Everyone's safe.
Not if she’s around.
(He starts walking slowly, stumbling out into the corridor. He needs to find the way out)
Who?
(He follows, using the wall for support. He looks around as well despite being confident that everyone's safe)
(He heads in the wrong direction for the exit, his stumbling getting a little worse now. His words are less coherent too)
She’s going to hur’ them… I have t’ kee’ her ‘way…
(He sticks close, just in case he falls)
... We're in the rescue, they're safe.
(He trips, going sideways into the wall. He stops then, swaying in his sleep)
Not from her. Never from her. Don’t let her in.
....... Okay?
(He holds an arm out, just in case)
I won't.
I hope she isn’t talking to her.
(He seems to be overhearing something, moving very slowly like he’s trying not to be seen- still sounding scared- while brushing against the wall as he still sways)
(He stumbles, almost bumping into Vodka)
.....Who?
(He stays still for a moment, head tilted, before twitching like he’s been zapped. His voice comes out barely audible, almost pleading)
Please don’t.
(He stands still, utterly confused by this whole thing. Is it just a nightmare?)
Wake up.
(He pats Vodka's shoulder, unsure what else to do)
(He half hunches inwards like he’s been hit, or possibly stabbed, with something)
Stop. Please.
(He’s still barely audible, although at the touch to his shoulder he starts to slump a little- legs starting to give out)
(He pauses, watching the way Vodka moves like he's being attacked. Once he notices that he's starting to drop, he puts an arm around him, despite knowing he'll likely drop too)
(He goes to the floor after letting out a horrible sound that was pained and scared, eyes slowly opening as his breathing becomes shallow and gasping)
(He drops like a sack of rocks, the sudden lack of support sending him sprawling onto the hard floor)
Ow.
(He wheezes, the hand that was curled into a fist trying to stretch out. He says nothing for a while as he tries to shake himself out of the dream)
………….. wha…….. where…..
(He doesn’t seem to recognise where he is, not processing that Kobra’s there. He’s still breathing quickly, almost hyperventilating)
(He pushes himself up into a sitting position with his arms, his lower back and legs feeling numb. More numb than they do normally. His shoulder aches from landing on it)
Rescue. You were... sleep walking?
(He nods slowly, fumbling for his inhaler and taking it twice as his head spins and his knees and ankles protest at the little sleeping adventure)
Oh… I……….. we’re… o…kay?
(He slowly goes to feel where he was hurt in his dream, unsure if the dream was just that given how real it felt)
Mhm.
(He rubs his shoulder, the ache being persistent. He tries to stand, but it's hard to put weight on his legs at the moment)
Are you okay?
(He considers the question as he tries to calm down, heart feeling like it’s a bomb about to detonate as it pounds out of his chest)
…….. ow. I… I don’t know.
(He stares, putting a hand on Vodka's shoulder in hopes that maybe it'll calm him down)
That's fine. ... If you need help up, I can't do anything.
(He nods a little, breathing a little slower, and taking another inhaler puff)
Why are… you… floor?
I fell.
(He says it plainly, decidedly not mentioning that Vodka had accidentally taken him down with him)
Guess we can wait for Cyber to find us?
Oh…
(He vaguely shrugs, deciding that dream was just a dream because there’s no evidence it affected him in reality even it did feel so real)
Maybe..? Sorry… must’ve woke y’ up…
I was already awake, it's fine.
(He tries once again to stand, and he almost manages it, but then he feels the pain of where he'd gotten injured and he slumps again)
Witch..
Hmm…
(He doesn’t believe that fully, but he is a little worried as to how much he was outwardly having a bad dream- he looks down at his knife hand again and frowns when he realises there isn’t a knife where he usually keeps it)
‘S Hollow… around maybe? He can help… if she’s busy…
Maybe, but I dunno where he is.
(He rests against the wall, his legs outstretched in front of him)
I'm comfortable here.
Mmmm… kay…
(He rubs his eyes, keeping a thumb on his sleeves so they don’t ride down)
Where’s… my kn-knife… g-g-gone?
It's in the room.
(He sighs, not actually that comfortable)
Why?
(There’s the sound of someone walking into a doorframe)
Why’s this in my way?
(Vodka mutters, hand gripping his knife as he tries to get out of the room. His eyes are half shut, and it’s entirely possible he’s asleep)
@atomicvodkakilljoy
(He startles, then pushes himself up with his arms and scoots up so he can lean back against the headboard)
Huh?
(It takes a moment to realize it's Vodka, and a little longer to notice the knife in his hands)
..... Vodka?
(He walks half into the doorway again and makes a sound of frustration)
Get. Out. Of. My. Way. I. Have. To. Go!
(Whatever’s bothering him is making him sound upset, almost frantic)
(It takes longer than he'd like to get his legs to work, but he manages to stagger over and put a hand on Vodka's shoulder)
Vodka?
(He turns a little bit, eyes barely open)
I have to go. I have to go.
(He holds the knife seemingly tighter, starting to shake a tiny bit)
(He tries to carefully take the knife from his hand, really not wanting to deal with any injuries when he can barely keep himself upright)
...
(He finally notices that Vodka looks asleep, and now he's even more unsure what to do)
(He doesn’t like that at all, refusing to let go of it and grabbing it tighter. He’s frowning in his sleep)
I need to keep them safe. I have to go. She’ll hurt them…
(He pulls a little harder, growing concerned that Vodka's going to hurt himself)
Everyone's safe.
No they’re not.
(The knife does slip from his grip, but his hand remains clenched into a fist as he tries to get through the door again- on a mission to get to wherever he thinks he’s going)
(He drops it, but he ignores it for the sake of keeping Vodka from leaving. He stands in the way)
Yes they are. Are you awake now?
No they’re not. She won’t let them be safe!
(He tries to walk into Kobra, somehow still asleep- even a little snore escaping him)
(He almost falls over, but he uses the doorframe to stay up)
Who?
Le’ me go!
(He sounds frustrated that he can’t get out, sounding almost scared)
She’ll hurt them if I don’t leave!
(He sighs, moving out of the way. If he can't make him stop, then he'll just make sure he stays safe)
Everyone's safe.
Not if she’s around.
(He starts walking slowly, stumbling out into the corridor. He needs to find the way out)
Who?
(He follows, using the wall for support. He looks around as well despite being confident that everyone's safe)
(He heads in the wrong direction for the exit, his stumbling getting a little worse now. His words are less coherent too)
She’s going to hur’ them… I have t’ kee’ her ‘way…
(He sticks close, just in case he falls)
... We're in the rescue, they're safe.
(He trips, going sideways into the wall. He stops then, swaying in his sleep)
Not from her. Never from her. Don’t let her in.
....... Okay?
(He holds an arm out, just in case)
I won't.
I hope she isn’t talking to her.
(He seems to be overhearing something, moving very slowly like he’s trying not to be seen- still sounding scared- while brushing against the wall as he still sways)
(He stumbles, almost bumping into Vodka)
.....Who?
(He stays still for a moment, head tilted, before twitching like he’s been zapped. His voice comes out barely audible, almost pleading)
Please don’t.
(He stands still, utterly confused by this whole thing. Is it just a nightmare?)
Wake up.
(He pats Vodka's shoulder, unsure what else to do)
(He half hunches inwards like he’s been hit, or possibly stabbed, with something)
Stop. Please.
(He’s still barely audible, although at the touch to his shoulder he starts to slump a little- legs starting to give out)
(He pauses, watching the way Vodka moves like he's being attacked. Once he notices that he's starting to drop, he puts an arm around him, despite knowing he'll likely drop too)
(He goes to the floor after letting out a horrible sound that was pained and scared, eyes slowly opening as his breathing becomes shallow and gasping)
(He drops like a sack of rocks, the sudden lack of support sending him sprawling onto the hard floor)
Ow.
(He wheezes, the hand that was curled into a fist trying to stretch out. He says nothing for a while as he tries to shake himself out of the dream)
………….. wha…….. where…..
(He doesn’t seem to recognise where he is, not processing that Kobra’s there. He’s still breathing quickly, almost hyperventilating)
(He pushes himself up into a sitting position with his arms, his lower back and legs feeling numb. More numb than they do normally. His shoulder aches from landing on it)
Rescue. You were... sleep walking?
(He nods slowly, fumbling for his inhaler and taking it twice as his head spins and his knees and ankles protest at the little sleeping adventure)
Oh… I……….. we’re… o…kay?
(He slowly goes to feel where he was hurt in his dream, unsure if the dream was just that given how real it felt)
Mhm.
(He rubs his shoulder, the ache being persistent. He tries to stand, but it's hard to put weight on his legs at the moment)
Are you okay?
(He considers the question as he tries to calm down, heart feeling like it’s a bomb about to detonate as it pounds out of his chest)
…….. ow. I… I don’t know.
(He stares, putting a hand on Vodka's shoulder in hopes that maybe it'll calm him down)
That's fine. ... If you need help up, I can't do anything.
(He nods a little, breathing a little slower, and taking another inhaler puff)
Why are… you… floor?
I fell.
(He says it plainly, decidedly not mentioning that Vodka had accidentally taken him down with him)
Guess we can wait for Cyber to find us?
Oh…
(He vaguely shrugs, deciding that dream was just a dream because there’s no evidence it affected him in reality even it did feel so real)
Maybe..? Sorry… must’ve woke y’ up…
I was already awake, it's fine.
(He tries once again to stand, and he almost manages it, but then he feels the pain of where he'd gotten injured and he slumps again)
Witch..
Hmm…
(He doesn’t believe that fully, but he is a little worried as to how much he was outwardly having a bad dream- he looks down at his knife hand again and frowns when he realises there isn’t a knife where he usually keeps it)
‘S Hollow… around maybe? He can help… if she’s busy…
Maybe, but I dunno where he is.
(He rests against the wall, his legs outstretched in front of him)
I'm comfortable here.
