#nightmare logs

[luke-demoverse]

Nightmare logs

Tw

•mentions of throwing up

•mentions of mental illness

Do mortals just throw up randomly? Surely one’s a coincidence, two is strange and there’s a pattern but all three of them keep telling me it’s just them. Dust usually throws up when he wakes up leading me to believe it’s a symptom of his hangovers. Horror usually only throws up after meals, most likely due to his body not being used to having food just available. Killer is just strange, in some ways his case is slightly more relatable. At random killer has these coughing fits that usually last until he throws up determination. Reminds me of myself in some ways when the balance shifts too far in either direction. I’ve managed to get the thee of them some antipsychotics and they seem to help, especially for dust. It seems that they help reduce the frequency of which dust gets feverish without obvious cause. It doesn’t take a doctor to see this as a step in the right direction. Medicine sure has come a long way since I was younger, i should see if any of their other symptoms can be reduced with medication.

[6lades]

Nightmare Log 01 - Shadow

The door creaks open. There is someone there and not there. Give up, keep sleeping - it's easier.

[luke-demoverse]

Nightmare logs (these will be in no particular order lol) I thought it would be cool to write from nightmare’s perspective during the early days of bad sanses

Tw for substance abuse and self neglect

“These two mortals are incredibly difficult to keep tabs on. They don’t seem to realise what they need and keep passing out on missions because of it. I tried a system where they would mark on a whiteboard what times they did necessary functions such as eating and sleeping but that didn’t work out. Killer would always forget to mark it down and when dust could be bothered he would just mark random times instead of when he had performed tasks. I’m not sure how mortals are able to survive like this. I suppose the two that I grabbed are a bit…. Damaged. They need structure but their structures need to be opposite to each other. I had originally brought dust in particular to sort of balance out the hyperactivity of killer but he’s just so depressed that all he does when he’s not working is get drunk and high constantly. To make matters worse killer has started stealing from his stash to experiment, causing conflicts between the two. I should start over with new henchmen but I fear I may already be too attached. At least the medication issues have been resolved and both are properly medicated on the occasions killer remembers and dust can be bothered to take their medications. I believe the wisest solution would probably be to bring a third henchman with the priority task of keeping these two alive. It’s a shame that the only individuals who would either consider standing beside me are the ones in such poor condition that they’ve become desperate. Killer has also introduced me to something he calls texting on the phone he insisted he and dust needed. I believe it could be a good form of communication to use on missions as it doesn’t require actual speaking and is easier for killer to understand than sign language is. I’ll have to find some more teaching resources for him. It’s essential that he learns it because it’s still dust’s primary form of communication. He has started speaking on rare occasions but he much prefers not to. I will have to remember this when I run errands tomorrow. For now I’m going to try to cook meals for them at regular intervals so that they at least eat something even if they claim I’m a poor chef.”

[forgottenstrategy-archive]

Now where was she? Elysia looked around. But all there was was darkness. She tried to move her arms and legs, but she could not. She realized she was being held spread eagle, but could see nothing.

The area suddenly flashed white, and the area was illuminated. She was bound, held fast by bonds around her wrists, and completely naked. Even her circlet was gone. She knew she should be more upset about this, but somehow, she felt...... neutral. Unfazed. Except, faces started to appear. Familiar faces. Chrom, Stahl, Olivia, Frederick, Tharja... they approached. They all had grins on their faces, and each of them seemed to chill her.

In Chrom's hands was his sword, Falchion. It flashed through Elysia's mind for a moment that it slew dragons.

"We knew you could not be trusted," Frederick spoke up.

"I'm sorry, Elysia. But this is for the best. For everyone." Chrom raised Falchion, drew his arm back, and--

"Gahhh!!" Elysia woke with a start. She was still covered only in Roy's cape, leaned against a tree. Her body was covered in sweat and the cape had started to cling to her because of it. She looked around. Mercifully she was alone, and it was still early morning in the camp. She heard quiet sounds elsewhere, but it was likely only Frederick on his morning rounds.

She sighed and took the moment to re-dress herself, folding the cape and stowing it inside her tent to return to Roy later.

The nightmares were coming more and more often lately... Her back hurt, Elysia realized, and she rubbed it gently. Nothing felt out of place, but it felt like it burned.

Maybe Frederick could use some help, she told herself, as she wandered in the direction the noises were coming from.