“ The shadows… they almost touched me… ” Did- did I managed to nail the spooky-ness? :’D The figments’ figures may be hard to see but they’re there, trust me- Anyways- uhh have a great day! :D - Paper’d
Currently struggling with the realization that Figment!Dust, Figment!Killer, and Lyzer probably wouldn't use bone magic
While it's easy to believe the Lyzer wouldn't, you'd think the other two would be able to use it,,,, but nope. They can use soul manipulation and sleep paralysis, and they can pull poltergeist level shenanigans with objects in the same room as them. If they really focus, they can also mess with electronics, too
They can do all of that, so they probably wouldn't even need bone magic anymore. They probably wouldn't be able to use it anyway since they were also human once
How freaky would it be if you were being hunted by Figment!Dust, and when you tried fighting him off, he was solid enough to touch? And then when you push his hood back off of his head, all you see is eyes
Like my guy has no head or face, only eyes. Hence why he likes to keep his hood ON
Since Lyzer and Figment!Killer got their own blurbs, I figured it might be neat to write one for Figment!Dust, too. I took a slightly different approach with this one than the others, and despite the amount of buildup and very minimal spook factor, I pinky promise this’ll get more interesting IF it does well enough to get a part two. If there’s a part two, that’s when all the really scary stuff will start happening
I did make some nods to the readers in the other two or three blurbs I wrote, so ye. I don’t wanna give too much away, but if you’ve read the other pieces, you should be able to catch them pretty easily
Summary: It’s been two years since you lost someone hugely important to you. You’ve been grieving and alone, without a shred of support from anyone but your therapist. After jolting awake in the middle of the night and deciding to get some hot chocolate to help calm yourself down, you find that you’re not alone in your house anymore
It’d been nearly two years since he passed away. Without him, your home was quiet and didn’t really feel like a home anymore. He was a bit on the quiet side himself most of the time, but... Things just hadn’t been the same without him.
As you stepped off of the sidewalk and into your front yard, you paused, frowning as you lifted your gaze to the empty house. Yes, it was yours, and yes, you lived there, but for the past two years, it felt as though all of the life and love that had existed within your walls had been gradually siphoned out. Your home was a mere husk of what it’d once been, and you had no one to blame for that except yourself. Despite all the time that’d passed, you almost expected him to peek out a window or to come outside and greet you, just like he always did.
Making your way up the porch steps and withdrawing your key from your pocket, you unlocked the front door, only pausing to check your mailbox before you went inside and let the door swing shut behind you. After rummaging through your fridge and reheating last night’s leftovers, you sat at your dining room table and ate in silence. Your meal passed by relatively fast, and from there, you’d gone about your usual household duties: putting away the clean, dry dishes and washing another load, cleaning out the sink when you finished, and then starting a load of laundry. When the washer started, you went to the living room, nestling into the corner cushion of your sofa with your laptop. You checked your email for anything new from your place of work, and then put the device away again after a bit.
Your clothes were moved into the dryer, and from there, you went back to the sofa, settling in the exact same spot you’d been before. Taking out your phone, you opened your messages and frowned again. Despite the numerous messages you’d sent in an effort to reach out to them, it seemed like your parents still had no desire to see or speak to you. They blamed you for what happened, and they showed no signs of forgiving you anytime soon. You opened another set of chats, your brows furrowing. You were incredibly lonely, especially after what happened with your family and even moreso after what happened to your best friend.
According to the authorities, they’d essentially vanished into thin air. There was no sign of a forced entry; nothing was stolen, and everything was exactly where they’d left it. Even their phone and shoes remained where they’d been left. There were witnesses saying that your friend had been acting jumpy and paranoid, even going as far as refusing to sleep. They’d become obsessed with staying awake, despite knowing how much it was hurting them. They hated the dark and insisted on keeping the lights on as much as possible, regardless of the effects it had on their bills.
The case surrounding their disappearance remained unsolved since no one knew where they could’ve gone. You’d had a mutual friend that you could’ve reached out to, but from what you understood, they were grieving the loss of their partner and needed space. You weren’t sure what happened to their partner, but whatever it was, you could only imagine how traumatic it must’ve been. They looked like they hadn’t been sleeping; there were dark circles and bags under their bloodshot eyes, they weren’t mentally or emotionally present for much anymore, and you’d noticed the way they’d become unusually irritable. After their loss and whatever they’d gone through, you supposed you couldn’t blame them.
Deciding not to bother them, you sighed and put away your phone. After that gut-wrenching session you’d had at therapy earlier, you were exhausted. Maybe heading to bed early would be a good thing. It’d give you the chance to start a new day and pretend that you hadn’t been ugly crying on your counselor’s couch for forty-five minutes, yet again. You’d decided to hop in the shower, making quick work of washing your hair before slipping on clean pajamas and heading off to your room.
You weren’t sure how long you’d been asleep or what had woken you up, but at some point in the dead of night, your entire body jolted, and you’d all but shouted at the suddenness of it. Sitting up and looking around your dark room with wide eyes, you tried calming yourself, trying not to focus too hard on the way your heart was hammering in your chest. Your gaze landed on a sweater that you'd haphazardly tossed over the back of your desk chair the day before, and for a moment, you were frozen. You let out a deep breath and shook your head, muttering a curse under your breath when you caught yourself thinking about how it looked like something that was alive.
Shifting your focus to your bedside table and looking at your alarm clock, you groaned; it was 3:33 in the morning. It was just your luck that you had to wake up at such a weird hour. Reaching out and turning on your lamp, you then stood. You had the feeling that you likely wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep for a while, so you figured it was time to get up and make some hot chocolate. Maybe you could curl up on your couch and read for a little bit while you were at it. After all, it wasn’t like you worked tomorrow, so you might as well.
Making your way to the kitchen, you got out one of your larger mugs and prepared yourself your comfort beverage of choice. Carefully taking it to the living room and setting it on the coffee table, you swiped your book off the tabletop and opened it to the page you marked. It wasn’t long before you lost yourself in the pages of it, occasionally pausing to take a sip of your drink. Nothing mattered now except what happened next in the story, and you intended to find out. Right at the chapter’s climax, a flash of color could be seen from your peripheral vision, and you instinctively looked up.
For a moment, there was nothing, and you’d begun to suspect that you were more tired than you realized. But then the sound of something bouncing could be heard in the kitchen. Your brow furrowed, and you marked your page, setting the book aside before getting up to investigate. In hindsight, investigating was probably the last thing you should’ve done, considering how many people have gotten themselves killed in movies for doing what you currently were. You went to the TV stand first, digging around for a moment before finding a pair of scissors in one of the drawers. They weren’t the ideal weapon to use for self-defense, but they were better than nothing.
Taking the scissors, you crept toward the kitchen, trying to be as quiet as possible. Your heart was racing again, your grip on the scissors was becoming uncomfortably tight, and you couldn’t recall ever being so tense in your entire life, but it was fine. It would be okay. You just needed to see what was making that weird bouncing sound. If someone had gotten into your house at some point, you’d tell them to leave. Simple. So simple that it’d be impossible to mess up, in fact.
Carefully maneuvering yourself into the kitchen, you began looking for the source of the sound. Right on cue, a ball with some cartoony looking animals printed on the side came lightly bouncing toward you, bumping into one of your feet. You blinked, taken aback for a moment; a ball. Really? It was a kid’s toy. There hadn’t been a kid in your house since...
You slowly lifted your gaze to where the ball had come from, your eyes widening and immediately beginning to water up. You shook, dropping your scissors and pressing one hand over your mouth. In the darkest part of your kitchen was the unmistakable silhouette of a child, and two glowing eyes stared back at you. While it was true that you were afraid, there was a sense of familiarity to the thing you were looking at, and you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from him. Rather than turning on the light like you probably should’ve, you sank to the ground, sitting on the floor and reaching out to gingerly pick up the ball. The figure watched you closely, never once looking away. You offered him a saddened smile and sniffled, setting the ball on the floor and rolling it back to him.
His eyes left you in favor of watching the ball, and you let out a watery laugh, reaching up to wipe the tears out of your eyes. The ball vanished into the shadows that surrounded him, and a few seconds passed before it came rolling back toward you again. Picking it up a second time, you met his gaze, trying your best to keep your voice soft, "Is that really you, bud?" The odd shadow child lifted one small hand to give you a thumbs up, and you began to sob, curling in on yourself a little as you did so. A hand extended, coming from somewhere behind you, and gently patted your head. You twitched at the unexpected contact, peeking up toward where the child had just been, only to find him gone. The same small hand from before patted your head again, and you smiled, full of grief, exhaustion, and disbelief as you breathed out, "I missed you so much, Dustin…"
Would it be too on the nose to request Sleep paralysis with SP Nightmare? (and maybe his crew for added flavor?)
I tried, broseph :p
I've never had sleep paralysis before, and if I'm lucky, I never do. I've heard the horror stories, and I have no desire to experience it for myself
Your body twitched, and you cracked your eyes open, feeling drowsy and wide awake at the same time. You'd been ripped violently from the peaceful depths of sleep, and now you teetered on the edge of consciousness, your darkened bedroom feeling foreign to you as your tired mind tried to process what was happening. You began to lift a hand, intent on rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes, but you made a face in confusion.
Your arm felt as though it weighed a thousand pounds, and it wouldn't budge.
Your brows became knit as you began to understand what was going on. Sleep paralysis, once again. You'd had a few episodes on and off throughout the years, but never as frequently as they'd become as of lately. Recently, it felt like you had an episode every other night. Knowing what this would entail already, you let out a silent sigh, allowing your eyes to close. You'd hear things, sure, but if you couldn't see them, then you had nothing to worry about.
Sure enough, the voices suddenly appeared, right on cue, one sounding as though it was directly beside your head as it murmured, "Hey, check it out, Dusty. We got one who thinks they can just close their eyes and ignore us. That's real cute, ain't it?" A second voice could be heard, at least a few feet away on the other side of you as it replied, "Very." You fought the urge to roll your eyes, keeping them closed as you listened quietly. The first voice hummed in mock consideration, then lowered to a barely audible whisper, "You think you're so smart, don't you?... Well I got news for ya, human." It paused, somehow moving even closer, and you flinched, feeling someone's breath on the side of your face, "You're not."
A bony hand latched onto your arm, it's grip rough, and you clenched your jaw shut, squeezing your eyes closed tighter than before. As the entity's grip began to grow hotter, tears pricked at your eyes; It felt like scalding hot water was being poured onto your arm. It wasn't real though, it was just another sleep paralysis episode, you'd be fine. As long as you were stuck between being asleep and awake, your mind could make you believe just about anything.
The first tear rolled down your face and the hand withdrew. You let out a shaky breath in relief, mentally cursing as pain radiated from your arm. For something that wasn't real, it hurt worse than what you thought should've been possible. If it was real, you definitely would be considering going to the hospital and getting it looked at.
But it wasn't real. It was just your brain playing tricks on you. Cruel, unprompted tricks that you didn't appreciate a single bit.
The first voice chuckled, and then vanished altogether as you felt your bed shift. Something cold and gooey pinned your wrists in place, and as soon as something else settled on top of you, your eyes shot open. Currently straddling your hips was a black figure, and you stared in shock; Yeah, you'd had sleep paralysis before, but this was new. The figure tilted his head, and then a singular eye opened, glowing a vibrant cyan as it stared back at you. A set of what looked like tentacles sprouted from his back, and as they slithered through the air toward you, you weakly attempted to shake your head in protest. You wanted to open your mouth and scream, and you wanted to throw the figure off of you, but your body refused to move.
One tendril pinned your neck down, putting enough weight on your throat that it felt harder to breathe than before. More tears began to spill down your face, and if it hadn't been for the paralysis, you knew you would've been shaking. The figure atop you leaned down, much closer than before, and you could've sworn that you heard him chuckle. The faintest whimper slipped past your lips, and the figure lifted a hand, his clawed fingers carding through your hair as he began to lowly hum a song. If you could move, you would've slapped his hand away. His eye narrowed in what you would've called amusement, and it struck you that he could probably tell what you'd do if you had the chance.
His remaining tendril suddenly surged forward and plunged into your chest. The chill it brought was enough to knock the air out of you, and you stared, watching as it seemed to phase right through your body. It began to move, and for a moment, you forgot how to breathe. As it withdrew, you took notice of the oddly heart-shaped object it held; Was that...? No, there was no way-
The tentacle moved it closer to him, and he clasped it in both hands. As he touched it, you watched the color dull, and an odd sensation rippled through your body. The dulled color began to darken, small patches of black slowly forming, and you desperately gasped for air. You were lying in bed, and yet, it felt like you were drowning. Your ribs hurt and your lungs burned, your throat was tight, and you wanted nothing more than to scream and thrash beneath him.
As the patches of black began to slowly spread and grow, he lowered it to your chest, pushing it back into it's rightful place. It was as if you'd just surfaced, and you swallowed up as much oxygen as you could, your head spinning as more tears dripped down your cheeks. The figure watched you for a few seconds and then leaned down even more, his face now almost close enough to touch yours. In a soft yet rumbling voice, he breathed out a single phrase, "See you again soon, human."
. . . . .
It's been almost a week since then, and you've refused to sleep. You've started drinking coffee and soda as if they were water, and consuming what felt like pounds of sugary foods at a time, hoping it'd delay the inevitable. You even began taking caffeine pills as a last resort, but even now, your eyes have begun to ache. Your eyelids grow heavier and heavier as the seconds pass, and you know that it's only a matter of time before you fall asleep again.
Since I can't seem to get my shit together long enough to even start the DA!Fresh smut, how would you guys feel about a non-smut experience with one of the figment boys?
New horror/strategy game concept, based around Sleep Paralysis!Nightmare, Figment!Dust, Figment!Killer, and Shadow!Papyrus
I had to rework this a little since it was only supposed to have three characters, and I wanted to work in a fourth one
Might change this at some point, but yet
Also, a note: if you lose and become a shadow person, that'd imply that you're now nothing more than Sleep Paralysis!Nightmare's servant
There's some familiar FNAF mechanics for parts of it, I know, but still. This still seems like it could be cool to see anyway
There's a lot of explaining that had to be done, and you can find it under the "readmore" link
In this concept, you're a little kid laying in bed, in the dark. Your night light's gone out, so you need to get your flashlight to stay calm. The only problem is that there's a monster in your room. It's sitting in a chair with it's back to you, not moving or making a sound, and it frequently turns around to look at you. When it turns to look at you, you have to pretend to be asleep. There are two meters at different areas of the screen; ones for your danger level and the other is for the condition of your sanity/how mentally stable you are. When you close your eyes and pretend to be asleep, you need to listen very carefully and keep them shut until you hear a very faint audio cue or you have to wait for the danger level to go down. If you open your eyes too soon before you've gotten a chance to get your flashlight, you're attacked. The attack doesn't kill you though, it drains your sanity. If you're attacked too many times, you slowly lose your sanity due to all the fear you're feeling, and you'll turn into a shadow person/mara demon, just like Nightmare.
If you want to survive the night, you need to get your flashlight off of your dresser and point the light at the monster (Nightmare), but ONLY when he looks at you. Once you have your flashlight, his behavior changes. You're supposed to pretend to be asleep when he turns to look at you, but if he happens to catch you with your eyes open, he'll quickly dart to another part of the room to hide. You have a limited amount of time to find him with your flashlight, before he attacks you and drains your sanity. If you point your flashlight at him enough, he retreats and hides in your closet the rest of the night. When you start the next night though, he come back. Each night you choose to play, he gets closer and closer, and he turns around more often. In other words, each night gets more difficult. If you choose to play the game in hard mode, you share a room with your sibling, who's a toddler. If you use the flashlight too much in hard mode, the light will wake them up and they'll scream, which results in basically a game over, because Nightmare will be alerted to the situation and he'll know that you're not actually sleeping.
Your danger meter shifts from green to orange to yellow to red, with green being completely safe and red being not safe at all. Your sanity scale works the same way, except green is when you're totally fine and red is when you're dangerously close to losing your mind and becoming a shadow person. You'll know your sanity is starting to get low when you start hallucinating. When the scale is at orange, your vision goes in between blurry and clear at random times, sometimes preventing you from seeing if Nightmare's looking at you or where he is. When the scale reaches yellow, you'll start to hallucinate. You can tell these are only hallucinations though because they'll look like holograms or be misty/smoky in appearance. When the scale hits red, these hallucinations become solid beings, as well as actual threats. Meaning, if you hit red, not only do you have to manage Nightmare, but you have to manage three other threats as well, each with their own quirks.
Dust and Killer are figments, but they have their own preferred ways of showing up to torment you. Dust likes to try entering your room through your bedroom door. Keeping the door closed is a good way to keep him out, but the door will only stay closed for a few seconds at a time before it creaks open again. If the door is closed, you're safe, but the more open it is, the more likely it is that he's in you're room. Killer likes to slide out from under your bed. You have to check it frequently to make sure that he stays there and doesn't move, and if he speaks to you, hearing his voice drains your sanity. If either of them get too close to you, you have to close your eyes and stay as still as possible. No matter what you hear, it's imperative that you don't move. Dust doesn't speak, but his presence drastically raises your danger level, while Killer's voice drains your sanity.
The third hallucination is Papyrus, who is a shadow. He doesn't speak, and he usually doesn't come too close to you, but he's still just as dangerous as the others. He peers at you from outside your window, and you have to blast him with the flashlight when he does. You have to make sure that you only look at him with the flashlight on to keep him out, though. If you mess up and look at him too many times without the flashlight, he'll start appearing in your doorway, too. He goes between the two places completely at random, and he hates being seem. If you accidentally look at him without the flashlight while he's in your doorway, he'll charge at you and you'll be attacked, which further drains your sanity.
Now back to Nightmare. During the last few nights, he'll appear beside your bed, waiting to pull himself up just enough to peek at you. If you get him with the flashlight, he'll slowly slide back further and further away, until eventually, he's forced to hide in the closet until the last night. On the FINAL night, he crawls up onto your bed and inflicts sleep paralysis (meaning that you can't move at all and you'll hallucinate at the same time). You have to keep your eyes shut and remain still until you hear and auditory cue that signals that he's no longer on the bed. This is the only guaranteed time where his movement makes noise; the rest of the time it's a 50/50. He'll sometimes look like the silhouette of a solid person, and in that form, he makes noise when he moves. Other times, he'll look somewhere between a mist and a solid form; that form is when he makes absolutely no noise.
Appearance wise, Nightmare is just this black silhouette of everyone's favorite OG Nightmare, with no definitive features except for his singular cyan eye light (which is usually seen glowing). You'll know he's looking at you if you can see his eye light. You won't be able to see his face or what he actually looks like until he's right on you, draining your sanity. If he's about to attack you and drain the last bit of your sanity, you'll hear him start laughing a little.
The others make no sound whatever, except for Killer's mumbling and occasional tapping on the underside of your bed. When he and Dust get too close to you, there will be a very faint ringing in your ears. Papyrus comes with binaural (aka 3D) audio, so you might hear knocking on your window or soft breathing in your ear from time to time. Binaural/3D audio would give the illusion that he's actually there with the player (you) irl.
Once you clear all the nights in which Nightmare is the main threat, you get to repeat the cycle for the other three. The same amount of nights will be given to all of them, except that Nightmare will no longer be present. For Killer and Dust, your power will go out, and you need to venture down to your basement to check the breaker box. Your flashlight flickers, and you have to collect more batteries from the kitchen, all while the two figments follow close behind and do everything in their power to get you to look at them. For Papyrus, your flashlight dies, and you have to wander around your pitch black room to pull more batteries out of varies other things (toys, remotes and controllers, etc). He watches your every move and follows you around the room, and with the binaural audio, you might be able to hear him shuffling around in the dark. It'll be tempting to look, but just like with the others, you have to avoid looking at him as much as you possibly can.
