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high school boys and mutant sludge || hidenori & narumi

The acrid smell of every waste known to humans hits his nose so suddenly, he can't help but gag. After a moment of disgust, one that lasted maybe two seconds, he turns to run back onto the train that brought him here. At least, he thinks a train brought him here; he's about 99% sure a train brought him here. So, why then, when he turned around, the train was already a mile down the track, disappearing into the smog of the surroundings.

He almost falls to the ground in despair, but the ground below him is less than optimal (what's moving underneath that sludge?) for falling. The smart choice would be to wait at the station, if this is an actual station, and wait for another train. However, Hidenori never prided himself in his smart decisions. Plus, he thinks that whatever is moving in this mess is moving towards him, and he's not ready to take on a sludge monster without at least a baseball bat and maybe a team of three other people.

Slowly, being careful not to trip or step on something mutated, he walks deeper into area. He walks deeper and deeper, probably making progress with his slow gait, but most likely not, until he's coughing and wheezing and tears emerge from the corner of his eyes.

And then he feels something latch onto his foot. It's the same goddamn pile of sludge from the station. He tries to escape by hopping on one foot, but he just ends up hopping into a person.

"I-I need a hero," he says, pointing to his trapped foot, "Please free me from this nightmare and get me to a doctor because I'm about 70% sure I'm going to die from this dream. That can't be healthy."

#toastfeasting #narumi lives in a dump #;ic

high school boys and horror || hidenori & misaki

Suddenly, his sci-fi dream, one where he would eventually defeat the evil scientists with a rag-tag team of powerful misfits and save everyone in this screwed up situation, changes genre to horror. Hidenori has absolutely no clue how he ended up in a place that resembles a sewer, but now he's here now and he's absolutely terrified. His friend, master of horror stories, could tell him any story, and it would have absolutely nothing on the constricting and humid air around him.

It's even worse when combined with the fact that sometime he sees things moving in the shadows, just beyond where his vision could reach. He wants to go back to normalcy; he's willing to settle going back into the strange city and back to his sci-fi adventure rather than home if it gets him out of here.

Being a skilled survivalist, he absolutely does not look around him unless provoked by a moving shadow, in which case he would let out a small scream and walk faster. He passes by rows and rows of huts with, presumably, actual people inhabiting them, but he's watched movies. The moment he enters one of those huts, he's going to be haunted by demons until he calls the Vatican and cries on the pope's popely feet.

He finally runs out of energy and is forced to stop running. Disregarding everything he thought about before, he takes a rest near a hut, hoping whatever witch or demon doesn't mind a poor high school boy pathetically out of breath from slightly imagined horrors.

Then, the person who presumably lives in the hut emerges and he's pretty disappointed. He expected some disfigurement, some strange cult-y tattoos, maybe some horns... but the person in front of him looked absolutely normal.

"If you're living down here, at least look the part. You're crushing my dreams here."

#genesismaiden #hope this is alright!!#;ic

high school boys and denial || hidenori & kanbaru

A dream. This had to be a dream. There's no other way to explain the machine described to him. Different universes? This is way too science fiction to be reality. Like, if you went to the newest, hip, cutting edge sci-fi movie, this would literally be the plot. Hey, maybe when he wakes up, he would call Hollywood and pitch his idea and become a star.

In this thoughts he trips on the sidewalk. He thinks while falling that maybe a full on collision with his head would cause him to wake up and then go call Stephen Spiel****. Reaching that conclusion, he doesn't try to stop himself from face planting on the road. He doesn't feel the soft mattress of his bed when he hits; all he feels is the rough surface of asphalt and pain consistent with a nose that was almost broken.

A chuckle emerges from his mouth and he lifts himself off the ground, wiping his bloodied nose with the sleeve of his blazer. He thinks, oh this is just one of those lucid dreams, totally not real. You know what's real? My career as a director.

While he's trapped in infinite denial, he doesn't realize he's stumbled into a train. And he doesn't notice he's taken a seat right next to a person when the train is practically empty. However, he does notice that his 3DS is no longer in his pocket. His face contorts from dull sadness to the utmost panic. Even if this is a dream, he needs, at least, one object of comfort, one object to keep him grounded, one object to stop him from turning to the person next to him and doing something out of line.

He turns to the person next to him, finally acknowledging her existence, and speaks with the most intense expression a 16 year old high school boy could muster.