005 - TRIPPIN ON ALL A THE BALLS
Nov. 18th, 2011 02:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wweh[Action, mayfield high]
[It's just one of those days, isn't it Mayfield? Well, today, some drone bullies have decided to play the ultimate prank on Eridan. So Eridan doesn't like Mushrooms, right? Well, guess what they decided to sneak into his lunch when he wasn't looking... Yep. mushrooms. And not any type of shroom. THOSE kinds of shrooms. It comes over him quickly, and all the nightmares he's been having come to the forefront of his mind. And it's all "real". Faces appear on the walls, scowling at him, shouting]
"This is your fault, Eridan."
"NO HOPE."
"You will betray your friends again."
No! No! That isn't fuckin' true! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
[ He runs out of the school, screaming....It only gets worse from there. The white noise of Mayfield's hustle and bustle has now turned to chainsaws, every person he sees looks like a mutilated version of the people he killed. All chanting the same phrases to him... visualizing themselves in the form of chainsaws and "cutting into his skin." Every time he looks down, he sees the wound grow and grow, and he's constantly clawing at it to keep himself together, for lack of a better phrase. This is causing some pretty nasty scratches, making his skin totally raw.]
[Action, the park, later in the day]
[Things have only gotten worse. The illusions seem to be completely fucking with him now. His attempts at keeping himself "physically together" have done a number on his body, causing some wounds. Not severe. Though enough to show that he does need some help. Now everyone around him looks like him and Dualscar. Mocking him. Chastising him for his change of heart.]
"What a fuckin' disappointment. You've gotten fuckin' soft. Should be fuckin' culled like the rest a' them."
"Fuckin' pathetic. To think you're Dualscar's fuckin' ancestor. You should be killin' them."
"KILL THEM KILL THEM KILL THEM KILL THEM. KILL THE FUCKIN' HUMANS AN' THE LAND DWELLERS. THEY ARE THE REASON THERE IS NO HOPE, DON'T YOU SEE?"
I can't! I won't! I can't be havin' a fuckin' repeat! There's hope! There's hope! There's hope! Doin' that would mean me givin' up on everythin'!
[He's curled up in a ball by the pond, trying to desperately block out the oh so tempting voices. Trying very hard to convince himself that yes, there still is hope. He'll look up every so often, to see a vision of himself killing the matriorb, killing Kanaya, killing Feferi... and even killing Jade. He tries to cry out to them to stop, but his voice has gotten hoarse from all his crying, and nothing comes out. Though, of course, that still doesn't stop the glaring. Oh no, it does not stop that.]
[It's just one of those days, isn't it Mayfield? Well, today, some drone bullies have decided to play the ultimate prank on Eridan. So Eridan doesn't like Mushrooms, right? Well, guess what they decided to sneak into his lunch when he wasn't looking... Yep. mushrooms. And not any type of shroom. THOSE kinds of shrooms. It comes over him quickly, and all the nightmares he's been having come to the forefront of his mind. And it's all "real". Faces appear on the walls, scowling at him, shouting]
"This is your fault, Eridan."
"NO HOPE."
"You will betray your friends again."
No! No! That isn't fuckin' true! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
[ He runs out of the school, screaming....It only gets worse from there. The white noise of Mayfield's hustle and bustle has now turned to chainsaws, every person he sees looks like a mutilated version of the people he killed. All chanting the same phrases to him... visualizing themselves in the form of chainsaws and "cutting into his skin." Every time he looks down, he sees the wound grow and grow, and he's constantly clawing at it to keep himself together, for lack of a better phrase. This is causing some pretty nasty scratches, making his skin totally raw.]
[Action, the park, later in the day]
[Things have only gotten worse. The illusions seem to be completely fucking with him now. His attempts at keeping himself "physically together" have done a number on his body, causing some wounds. Not severe. Though enough to show that he does need some help. Now everyone around him looks like him and Dualscar. Mocking him. Chastising him for his change of heart.]
"What a fuckin' disappointment. You've gotten fuckin' soft. Should be fuckin' culled like the rest a' them."
"Fuckin' pathetic. To think you're Dualscar's fuckin' ancestor. You should be killin' them."
"KILL THEM KILL THEM KILL THEM KILL THEM. KILL THE FUCKIN' HUMANS AN' THE LAND DWELLERS. THEY ARE THE REASON THERE IS NO HOPE, DON'T YOU SEE?"
I can't! I won't! I can't be havin' a fuckin' repeat! There's hope! There's hope! There's hope! Doin' that would mean me givin' up on everythin'!
[He's curled up in a ball by the pond, trying to desperately block out the oh so tempting voices. Trying very hard to convince himself that yes, there still is hope. He'll look up every so often, to see a vision of himself killing the matriorb, killing Kanaya, killing Feferi... and even killing Jade. He tries to cry out to them to stop, but his voice has gotten hoarse from all his crying, and nothing comes out. Though, of course, that still doesn't stop the glaring. Oh no, it does not stop that.]
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Date: 2011-11-19 05:22 am (UTC)Now get yourself up, my friend. It's time we got rid of all those other voices.
[Fassad regardless approaches Eridan with paper fan in hand. He's still scared, of course. Scared at what this... person (?) would do to him.]
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Date: 2011-11-19 10:01 am (UTC)I won't do it! No! I don't care if I'm makin Dualscar ashamed! I'm not him!
[All he can do is just collapse at Fassad's feet, crying.]
Help... me....
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Date: 2011-11-19 05:12 pm (UTC)Gently swung down at the side of Eridan's head. The sound, although barely audible, swept through and silenced all other voices that Eridan had been hearing. All of his frightening visions started becoming transparent in his eyes before returning to nonexistence.
All Eridan would see now is the park, the pond, and Fassad.]
Did that get all of them to shut up?
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Date: 2011-11-20 08:40 pm (UTC)They're... they're gone! Oh thank the ever glubbin' fuck...