Just stop eating the weird mushrooms jeez
She didn't know why the sight of it made her so angry. It was a simple thing, just a red and white ball. Not a pokeball, it was too big. It was something new, and she didn't quite know what and it was in her way. She reached out a hand - no, a wingtip. Why had she even thought she had hands? She'd never had hands - and gave the ball a shove.
It exploded the second she touched it. As if in slow motion, a painful, searing light came from it, ripping her skin from muscle and muscle from bone until nothing was left. Even the hallway around her seemed to have been torn away by the explosion, until she was left in nothingness. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she was still in the school, that her feet were still firmly on the ground despite all illusions of floating in the nothing that explosion had caused. Some part of her also knew- this was just another nightmare. Just like the ones she'd been having for months. She knew what to expect. She remembered...
What was it she was supposed to be remembering? It was something important. Something that would help her figure out what was going on. Something that could help her get home. But now that she thought about that, where was home? She knew she'd had one. There was something else, too, a human boy with a happy voice whose face she couldn't bring to the front of her mind no matter how hard she tried. He was calling her name, she knew that much, but what had that been? She'd had a name, she wasn't just another... What was she, again? Some kind of animal? Another human? It didn't really matter now, did it? No, whatever she'd been, it wasn't what she was now. Now, she was nothing. She blended into the dark around her and was gone, and somehow she was okay with that. It was comfortable, and it felt right. And then she was being tugged at, an unwelcome nagging feeling that was keeping her from sleep. She tried to fight it, tried to force her eyes closed, to keep that comfortable darkness with her, but whatever it was pulling at her was stronger, it won despite her efforts and pulled her back into the world.
It was raining. She could hear the rain beating on the windows, much harder than it should have been. Much louder. It drowned out all other sounds, and just added to the static in her head until every other sound was muffled, miles away. She shook her head, trying to shake the static out, trying to get some clarity back to the world, but it wasn't working. In fact, the feeling was getting worse, a horrible pressure on the inside of her skull adding to the static. She clawed at her head, a low growl rising in her throat. She couldn't deal with this. It was too much. She was too angry. She needed to get rid of it somehow, needed to take it out on something, someone. She turned on the first person to cross her path, slamming them into the wall and raising a hand to strike. There was something that held her back for half a second. Something about that particular shade of red that struck a chord. But the hesitation only lasted that half-second. Besides, everything looked red to her now, why should she care that this person was, too? She lashed out with her hand, leaving four slashes across the person's face, and suddenly the world returned in perfect clarity. She backed away from the wall, the overwhelming anger replaced by panic.
She tried to apologize, to explain it away, but Char kept on brushing off her explanations, kept on trying to tell her that everything was okay, he hadn't even seen her all week. He'd just gotten in a fight with someone, though he couldn't say who, but the look on his face never changed. He just continued to look at her with that hurt, betrayed look. Even as he tried to lead her back to her dorm, telling her to get some rest, that he'd be right back with a potion or something to help her, but he never stopped giving her that look. She couldn't stand it anymore, she just pushed him away and broke into a run.
And then she was back at the beginning. That same Voltorb was grinning at her mockingly, in her way again, even if she couldn't remember why she was running, or where she was trying to go.
[Nyx has been stuck in this loop for a little while now. For those not affected, she will stop and stare at a spot on the wall, push it, flinch, stare more, and then attack it and run. And then repeat the whole thing.]
It exploded the second she touched it. As if in slow motion, a painful, searing light came from it, ripping her skin from muscle and muscle from bone until nothing was left. Even the hallway around her seemed to have been torn away by the explosion, until she was left in nothingness. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she was still in the school, that her feet were still firmly on the ground despite all illusions of floating in the nothing that explosion had caused. Some part of her also knew- this was just another nightmare. Just like the ones she'd been having for months. She knew what to expect. She remembered...
What was it she was supposed to be remembering? It was something important. Something that would help her figure out what was going on. Something that could help her get home. But now that she thought about that, where was home? She knew she'd had one. There was something else, too, a human boy with a happy voice whose face she couldn't bring to the front of her mind no matter how hard she tried. He was calling her name, she knew that much, but what had that been? She'd had a name, she wasn't just another... What was she, again? Some kind of animal? Another human? It didn't really matter now, did it? No, whatever she'd been, it wasn't what she was now. Now, she was nothing. She blended into the dark around her and was gone, and somehow she was okay with that. It was comfortable, and it felt right. And then she was being tugged at, an unwelcome nagging feeling that was keeping her from sleep. She tried to fight it, tried to force her eyes closed, to keep that comfortable darkness with her, but whatever it was pulling at her was stronger, it won despite her efforts and pulled her back into the world.
It was raining. She could hear the rain beating on the windows, much harder than it should have been. Much louder. It drowned out all other sounds, and just added to the static in her head until every other sound was muffled, miles away. She shook her head, trying to shake the static out, trying to get some clarity back to the world, but it wasn't working. In fact, the feeling was getting worse, a horrible pressure on the inside of her skull adding to the static. She clawed at her head, a low growl rising in her throat. She couldn't deal with this. It was too much. She was too angry. She needed to get rid of it somehow, needed to take it out on something, someone. She turned on the first person to cross her path, slamming them into the wall and raising a hand to strike. There was something that held her back for half a second. Something about that particular shade of red that struck a chord. But the hesitation only lasted that half-second. Besides, everything looked red to her now, why should she care that this person was, too? She lashed out with her hand, leaving four slashes across the person's face, and suddenly the world returned in perfect clarity. She backed away from the wall, the overwhelming anger replaced by panic.
She tried to apologize, to explain it away, but Char kept on brushing off her explanations, kept on trying to tell her that everything was okay, he hadn't even seen her all week. He'd just gotten in a fight with someone, though he couldn't say who, but the look on his face never changed. He just continued to look at her with that hurt, betrayed look. Even as he tried to lead her back to her dorm, telling her to get some rest, that he'd be right back with a potion or something to help her, but he never stopped giving her that look. She couldn't stand it anymore, she just pushed him away and broke into a run.
And then she was back at the beginning. That same Voltorb was grinning at her mockingly, in her way again, even if she couldn't remember why she was running, or where she was trying to go.
[Nyx has been stuck in this loop for a little while now. For those not affected, she will stop and stare at a spot on the wall, push it, flinch, stare more, and then attack it and run. And then repeat the whole thing.]