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Who: Tron and Gem
Where: Tron's quarters
When: Current
What: Tron's memories haunt him while he's sleeping. He calls a new friend to try to settle his mind.
Warnings: Disturbing dream imagery. Somewhat adult-ish things almost happen.
Tron's recharge cycles were anything but restful, ever since his return to himself. Every memory file that he could repress while conscious seemed to return to haunt him, but they were twisted and strange, merged into false data that seemed far too real when he would awaken.
A User might have called these data-dreams nightmares, but Tron had no word for them. He only knew that he would jolt out of his recharge, his processes racing, feeling worse than when he had gone to rest. He could only put off shutting down for so long, though, and he dreaded them every milicycle that they were eminent.
This time, the memory files were even more corrupted than usual. Tron's eyes moved rapidly behind his closed eyelids, his processor overclocking as his memories jumbled and overlapped, morphing into something surreal, unreal, frightening. He tossed and turned on his low bed, circuits flickering.
He was fighting in the Games again, but instead of being nameless programs, each opponent took on the face of someone he knew. Ram. Flynn. Yori. Sam. He fought dispassionately, derezzing each in turn, looking up to see Clu standing over him, mocking smile showing approval.
He was flying the light-jet again, but this time, he didn't pull up, and he shot Flynn's light-fighter out of the sky without hesitation, watching the trails of light spiral down into the sea.
He was sparring with Gem again in the empty arena, smiling at her... oh, this was a better memory, wasn't it? He had her cornered, backing into a wall, and he knew he would win, there was no question. But this didn't need to end in derezzing, no, this would have a much better ending. He had her pinned to the wall now, his hand sliding over the circuits of her arm and down her side, feeling her arch, glowing and responding to him.
Tron shifted on the bed, seeming to calm, his circuits pulsing brighter. His breathing evened out, and he seemed to be resting more peacefully for the moment.
She was leaning against him now, her fingers running over his circuits too, exciting them and causing him to press against her harder, wanting more. He still held his disc at her throat... why? No matter. He would have what he wanted. Their touches became more frantic, electric surges pulsing through them both, building and arcing, sending them tumbling into overload, and when they were done, he looked down at her, growling, and sliced his disc through her throat, derezzing her before the expression of surprise even registered...
Tron awoke with a cry, sitting bolt upright on the bed. He was shaking, every circuit ablaze, his memory scrambled and unsure. Burying his head in his hands, he tried to calm. That didn't happen. You know it didn't. But some irrational fear had him on his feet and moving toward the communication panel before he could think twice. He clenched his fist, trying to get his hand to stop shaking before he typed in Gem's number code.
Logically, he knew she was fine. He knew he hadn't hurt her.
But he had to see.
Where: Tron's quarters
When: Current
What: Tron's memories haunt him while he's sleeping. He calls a new friend to try to settle his mind.
Warnings: Disturbing dream imagery. Somewhat adult-ish things almost happen.
Tron's recharge cycles were anything but restful, ever since his return to himself. Every memory file that he could repress while conscious seemed to return to haunt him, but they were twisted and strange, merged into false data that seemed far too real when he would awaken.
A User might have called these data-dreams nightmares, but Tron had no word for them. He only knew that he would jolt out of his recharge, his processes racing, feeling worse than when he had gone to rest. He could only put off shutting down for so long, though, and he dreaded them every milicycle that they were eminent.
This time, the memory files were even more corrupted than usual. Tron's eyes moved rapidly behind his closed eyelids, his processor overclocking as his memories jumbled and overlapped, morphing into something surreal, unreal, frightening. He tossed and turned on his low bed, circuits flickering.
He was fighting in the Games again, but instead of being nameless programs, each opponent took on the face of someone he knew. Ram. Flynn. Yori. Sam. He fought dispassionately, derezzing each in turn, looking up to see Clu standing over him, mocking smile showing approval.
He was flying the light-jet again, but this time, he didn't pull up, and he shot Flynn's light-fighter out of the sky without hesitation, watching the trails of light spiral down into the sea.
He was sparring with Gem again in the empty arena, smiling at her... oh, this was a better memory, wasn't it? He had her cornered, backing into a wall, and he knew he would win, there was no question. But this didn't need to end in derezzing, no, this would have a much better ending. He had her pinned to the wall now, his hand sliding over the circuits of her arm and down her side, feeling her arch, glowing and responding to him.
Tron shifted on the bed, seeming to calm, his circuits pulsing brighter. His breathing evened out, and he seemed to be resting more peacefully for the moment.
She was leaning against him now, her fingers running over his circuits too, exciting them and causing him to press against her harder, wanting more. He still held his disc at her throat... why? No matter. He would have what he wanted. Their touches became more frantic, electric surges pulsing through them both, building and arcing, sending them tumbling into overload, and when they were done, he looked down at her, growling, and sliced his disc through her throat, derezzing her before the expression of surprise even registered...
Tron awoke with a cry, sitting bolt upright on the bed. He was shaking, every circuit ablaze, his memory scrambled and unsure. Burying his head in his hands, he tried to calm. That didn't happen. You know it didn't. But some irrational fear had him on his feet and moving toward the communication panel before he could think twice. He clenched his fist, trying to get his hand to stop shaking before he typed in Gem's number code.
Logically, he knew she was fine. He knew he hadn't hurt her.
But he had to see.