Aug 30, 2014
"Stop."
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"Stop."
"Oh, but the nightmares have bekome a part of your being. You krave them, krave to feel the thrills once more. That is why they are so drawn to you, why they ockur so often. Or perhaps it is simply just a fortelling of events to kome."
She’s not real she’s not real it’s just a voice in your bloody head that won’t GO AWAY—-
There is a flower filled vase that somehow ends up thrown and decimated on the ground, because if she doesn’t take the fear and frustration and unease out on something, she may very well end up hurting herself. The hauntings come around whenever they so please—-there is no specific time of day or interval of time between, when the raspy tone begins to nibble at her ear, and causes the feverish sensation.
When she has calmed enough, she makes an effort to clean up the shambles of broken glass, flora, and dirt on the kitchen linoleum. Her focus is off, and a piece ends up slicing open the palm of her hand.
She is sickened by the red color that runs from the deep cut, and at the same time, is hollowly satisfied—-deserves it.
"Well, well. Look who decided to show her untrustworthy self."
"I don't have time for this today. You're not real. You are dead, and may you so rot. Get out of my head."
Stalk stalk stalk
"Perhaps not. But that is to say, only /those/ friends would be able to defeat me. However, do you think your /other/ little friends would be able to defend themselves? Perhaps that little Nida kharakter would prove a worthy /viktim/. I am most certain his pleas for mercy would be absolutely /delightful/."
"He is an A-rank SeeD. You're nothing but a helpless little figment. I'm putting my gil on him." Not to mention, if you touch him, I will tear you apart into so many pieces, no amount of time compression will be able to put you back together again.
compressedxhistory replied to your post: "Surely you should know better than to /request/ for such things. You would most certainly /receive./"
Omg this is gonna be so fun.
declassified: I give it one more ask before she starts shooting. c:
"That in itself is such a /ridikulous/ question. Do you really believe that I am not /kapable/ of placing you in your rightful place? Or perhaps you would rather have your /precious/ little /friends/ suffer in your stead."
"Considering my friends killed you the first time around, I doubt they'd have much trouble handling you a second time."