[dream virus / video]
It all starts as the screen is black. You can then see Ran in the middle of the whole thing, wearing her usual school uniform. Then suddenly the whole background transforms into the Mouri Detective Agency, and the exact place is the room where Ran sleeps in.
As if almost suddenly, she automatically sits on the bed. It’s as if she was a robot, being controlled by the dream, but in fact, she isn’t. The picture of Shinichi and Ran that is usually on the desk isn’t there, but instead replaced by an empty picture.
“It’s not there.” Ran mutters aloud as she walks towards where the photograph is supposed to be. However, then, a scratch on the door is heard, as if someone is trying to break in. “Kyaa!” Ran screams, accidentally pushing herself onto the drawer, thus making the photograph fall and breaks.
A hoarse female voice says, as the door scratches become louder, “Open up, Ran. Open the door. Open it, Ran. Open it or else I’ll kill him.”
Ran’s eyes widen at the word ‘him’. Then, Ran yells at the voice, “You don’t even know who that ‘him’ is, you-” However, she is stopped when the door opens, revealing a fully clothed, in a red ‘sexy’ dress version of herself. With one exception.
Her eyes were blue, but like demons. And her smirk was most definitely evil. “What are you doing here? And-” Ran stammered in fear. ‘That’s impossible,’ she thought. ‘She’s supposed to be gone forever!’
The other Ran laughs evilly, as if reading the real Ran’s thoughts. Then she goes near Ran and says, “It’s too late. He’s already dead. You forgot to open the door, karate girl.”
Ran drops to her knees, sobbing. “This cannot be happening. It’s impossible. Impossible.” The demonic Ran raises a brow, questioning, confidently, “How do you know that? Did you check the living room yet?”
Then the demonic Ran disappears, as if she was never there. But Ran knows. She was there. Racing towards the living room, she sees both her father’s and Conan’s bodies, streaming with blood that has dried. They must’ve been dead for over an hour or so.
Then she realizes something. There is blood on her own hands. “No, I couldn’t have…why would I…”
Tears stream down her face some more, as she accidentally cuts herself in the eye. Apparently, there was a knife that had just appeared in her hand that did that. And it has not only her blood, but Conan’s as well.
“That’s right. Just call the po-” Ran started to say, but then stopped. “No. I have to call Shinichi.” She said this naturally, as if she didn’t know that he was already dead. Dialing the cell phone number, she heard the ringtone in Conan’s back pocket. Then-
Realization. “…a-a-ah-” She was about to say something, but then someone knocked on the door. “Ran! Ran, open the door!” The voice this time was Sonoko.
“No, Sonoko, don’t-!” Ran tried to stop, but then the ‘other’ Ran smirks, and then opens the door. “Welcome to hell, Sonoko.”
“No!” Ran screams as she races towards where Sonoko is, but then the dream is cut off there as she wakes up.
(OOC: Truth is? This was the dream I had last night, so awkwardness ensues? And yes...she screamed at the end.)
As if almost suddenly, she automatically sits on the bed. It’s as if she was a robot, being controlled by the dream, but in fact, she isn’t. The picture of Shinichi and Ran that is usually on the desk isn’t there, but instead replaced by an empty picture.
“It’s not there.” Ran mutters aloud as she walks towards where the photograph is supposed to be. However, then, a scratch on the door is heard, as if someone is trying to break in. “Kyaa!” Ran screams, accidentally pushing herself onto the drawer, thus making the photograph fall and breaks.
A hoarse female voice says, as the door scratches become louder, “Open up, Ran. Open the door. Open it, Ran. Open it or else I’ll kill him.”
Ran’s eyes widen at the word ‘him’. Then, Ran yells at the voice, “You don’t even know who that ‘him’ is, you-” However, she is stopped when the door opens, revealing a fully clothed, in a red ‘sexy’ dress version of herself. With one exception.
Her eyes were blue, but like demons. And her smirk was most definitely evil. “What are you doing here? And-” Ran stammered in fear. ‘That’s impossible,’ she thought. ‘She’s supposed to be gone forever!’
The other Ran laughs evilly, as if reading the real Ran’s thoughts. Then she goes near Ran and says, “It’s too late. He’s already dead. You forgot to open the door, karate girl.”
Ran drops to her knees, sobbing. “This cannot be happening. It’s impossible. Impossible.” The demonic Ran raises a brow, questioning, confidently, “How do you know that? Did you check the living room yet?”
Then the demonic Ran disappears, as if she was never there. But Ran knows. She was there. Racing towards the living room, she sees both her father’s and Conan’s bodies, streaming with blood that has dried. They must’ve been dead for over an hour or so.
Then she realizes something. There is blood on her own hands. “No, I couldn’t have…why would I…”
Tears stream down her face some more, as she accidentally cuts herself in the eye. Apparently, there was a knife that had just appeared in her hand that did that. And it has not only her blood, but Conan’s as well.
“That’s right. Just call the po-” Ran started to say, but then stopped. “No. I have to call Shinichi.” She said this naturally, as if she didn’t know that he was already dead. Dialing the cell phone number, she heard the ringtone in Conan’s back pocket. Then-
Realization. “…a-a-ah-” She was about to say something, but then someone knocked on the door. “Ran! Ran, open the door!” The voice this time was Sonoko.
“No, Sonoko, don’t-!” Ran tried to stop, but then the ‘other’ Ran smirks, and then opens the door. “Welcome to hell, Sonoko.”
“No!” Ran screams as she races towards where Sonoko is, but then the dream is cut off there as she wakes up.
(OOC: Truth is? This was the dream I had last night, so awkwardness ensues? And yes...she screamed at the end.)