In the Shrine of the Tentacle
The room itself wasn't extraordinary, just a normal, boring looking room filled with left-behind things: books, crumpled pieces of paper... Pieces of a life that had to be put together again, yet the place didn't feel sad. I sit down on an already overflowing bookshelf that has toppled over and rest my chin on my hands. In dreams like this I know it's sometimes best to wait for things to happen to you. Looking for excitement in a freaky dream leads to nothing exciting happening. I decide to sit tight and be a good girl for a change. I was getting over a good dream anyway.
I feet hungry. Suddenly, as though the gameskeeper of whatever fucked up dream I had gotten myself into was reading my mind (I laugh at the irony of having my dream-self be mindread by my dream-gameskeeper) a plate appears before me filled with salad and lite dressing, crutons and a tiny piece of lean chicken breast. I raise an eyebrow.
"Douchebag!! You're in MY damned head! You give me the food I damn-wanna eat!"
The plate mumbles something akin to "so that's how it is, don't know a good thing when you see it, I'll show you..." at me, then shuffles off in an offended fashion to another part of the room where a diet-book instantly and hungrily swallows it, plate and all. I glare at the ceiling for a while. After a few minutes of sharing a silent staring contest with the dirty lightbulb I get a plate of hot chips and sauce.
"That's better." I dig into my deliciously unhealthy food, enjoying the idea that I can't gain weight in my dream. After a while I'm aware of a presence behind me, and I turn.
"What in blazes...?" there's no one behind me, instead there's a long corridor that sure as all things yaoi was not there before. I get up, grab one last handful of chips, and slowly walk through the corridor. It's lit by hand-held candle sticks and I frown, "Should really cut down on watching Phantom of the Opera before bed..." one of the candlesticks hits me on the head and I glare at it. I don't need this to get any worse. I can easily imagine myself armwrestling with the stupid thing and apparently I don't have time for this else the corridor of wonder wouldn't have opened. Nor would the floor suddenly become a slow-moving path like at airports. I sigh. Might as well just go with the flow.
The corridor really isn't as long as it looked from the room where I left my chips. I mutter something about wanting more food and a passing raven kindly obliges but dropping another plate of hot greasy goodness on my lap with a cheerful cry of "NEVERMORE".
"Right back at ya, buddy," I say as I pass a painting depicting two oddly familiar males that seem to be having a jolly good time. I blush slightly and try to run backwards on the moving path, but no dice, the path speeds up and I lose sight of my fandom.
This dream is way-screwed. This corridor better have been worth the turn-around.
I end up in a vast room surrounded by more candles and a huge shiny silver alter at the opposite end to where I am standing. I walk towards it - because I have seen my Indiana Jones movies, you're SUPPOSED to walk towards creepy shiny alters - armed with an extra-long potato chip - as I have also seen my Supernatural and know that salt scares spirits away. As I near it, music starts from somewhere, sounding oddly like Gloria Gaynor's "I Will Survive" as though it was covered by RyanDan. It really is a work of art, I tell myself to look the mix up on youtube when I regain consciousness again.
"Welcome, youngling!"
The voice startles me and I drop my chip. With a slurping sound the floor devours it. Crap. Now I'm screwed. No salt for defence... where are my Winboys!! Right... the painting...
"I have waited for many a day, come closer so I can tell you something prophetic and make you in awe of me."
I obey the orders from the disembodied voice and walk towards the alter.
"Where are you?" I ask, trying to sound awed so that I can get this over with and return to that painting...
"I am right here..."
"Eh?"
"Look down." I look at the alter and see a shrivelled something lying there. I decide to poke it, because that would be the smart thing to do in a f*cked up dream, after all.
"HEY!! Show some respect, woman!"
"Yipes, sorry, ok." I back away slowly. "What exactly are you?"
"I..." the shrivelled thing wiggles slightly, completely in contrast to the deep booming voice that resonates around the room, I bite my lip not to laugh. "Am the Tentacle."
"The... Tentacle?"
"Yes!"
"Right." I look around the room awkwardly. That painting really should be looked at. I look over my shoulder.
"Aren't you awed? Don't you feel amazed to be in my presence?"
"I guess..."
"I will tell you something miraculous, something amazing and terrifying... are you ready?"
"Sure,"
"You will meet someone soon, they will be on a website of glorious images and wonderous fanfictions. You will meet them and think they are strange, yet something will draw you to them and you will become close friends."
"Excellent," I comment, trying to sound as awed as possible while looking pointedly over my shoulder. "Thank you, I er... I feel the power of that... definitely."
"Good. You will need this power, for you are about to embark on the world yet again!"
"Wait, hell no! I needa get back to that painting! You interrupted my good dream for this? Seriously? At least gimme a chance to see who my dream ENDS! I know where to go, ok? Just reverse the little moving path thing and we're set, yes?"
"3..."
"No way, come ON!!"
"2..."
"This is my dream, this is my head!"
"1..."
"You have no power over me!!"
...
Obviously I need some coaching in my self-mind-control, as I wake up to a message on dA reading "Hey, you're an SPN fan? By the way, did you read the enormous list of epic yaoi mangas I linked you to??"
And so it began.
--A few months later--
She walks through the vast room, following the voice that sounds so epic and so amazing. She reaches the alter and sees the Tentacle. She is awed. The Tentacle speaks and she is confused.
...Sa wakes up thinking "Who in HELL is Dave?"
---~*~---
If you've read this far, congratulations you have actually gone insane :D come collect your medal tomorrow.
This is a story I have decided to write bout me and
darkwings08 even though she doesn't know that I've just written it (muahaha) I hope she decides to let me continue it, I plan to write the story of our adventures on here, as I have nothing else exciting to offer anyone. I do hope you enjoy it though!
The epicness continues, in Verse 1
I feet hungry. Suddenly, as though the gameskeeper of whatever fucked up dream I had gotten myself into was reading my mind (I laugh at the irony of having my dream-self be mindread by my dream-gameskeeper) a plate appears before me filled with salad and lite dressing, crutons and a tiny piece of lean chicken breast. I raise an eyebrow.
"Douchebag!! You're in MY damned head! You give me the food I damn-wanna eat!"
The plate mumbles something akin to "so that's how it is, don't know a good thing when you see it, I'll show you..." at me, then shuffles off in an offended fashion to another part of the room where a diet-book instantly and hungrily swallows it, plate and all. I glare at the ceiling for a while. After a few minutes of sharing a silent staring contest with the dirty lightbulb I get a plate of hot chips and sauce.
"That's better." I dig into my deliciously unhealthy food, enjoying the idea that I can't gain weight in my dream. After a while I'm aware of a presence behind me, and I turn.
"What in blazes...?" there's no one behind me, instead there's a long corridor that sure as all things yaoi was not there before. I get up, grab one last handful of chips, and slowly walk through the corridor. It's lit by hand-held candle sticks and I frown, "Should really cut down on watching Phantom of the Opera before bed..." one of the candlesticks hits me on the head and I glare at it. I don't need this to get any worse. I can easily imagine myself armwrestling with the stupid thing and apparently I don't have time for this else the corridor of wonder wouldn't have opened. Nor would the floor suddenly become a slow-moving path like at airports. I sigh. Might as well just go with the flow.
The corridor really isn't as long as it looked from the room where I left my chips. I mutter something about wanting more food and a passing raven kindly obliges but dropping another plate of hot greasy goodness on my lap with a cheerful cry of "NEVERMORE".
"Right back at ya, buddy," I say as I pass a painting depicting two oddly familiar males that seem to be having a jolly good time. I blush slightly and try to run backwards on the moving path, but no dice, the path speeds up and I lose sight of my fandom.
This dream is way-screwed. This corridor better have been worth the turn-around.
I end up in a vast room surrounded by more candles and a huge shiny silver alter at the opposite end to where I am standing. I walk towards it - because I have seen my Indiana Jones movies, you're SUPPOSED to walk towards creepy shiny alters - armed with an extra-long potato chip - as I have also seen my Supernatural and know that salt scares spirits away. As I near it, music starts from somewhere, sounding oddly like Gloria Gaynor's "I Will Survive" as though it was covered by RyanDan. It really is a work of art, I tell myself to look the mix up on youtube when I regain consciousness again.
"Welcome, youngling!"
The voice startles me and I drop my chip. With a slurping sound the floor devours it. Crap. Now I'm screwed. No salt for defence... where are my Winboys!! Right... the painting...
"I have waited for many a day, come closer so I can tell you something prophetic and make you in awe of me."
I obey the orders from the disembodied voice and walk towards the alter.
"Where are you?" I ask, trying to sound awed so that I can get this over with and return to that painting...
"I am right here..."
"Eh?"
"Look down." I look at the alter and see a shrivelled something lying there. I decide to poke it, because that would be the smart thing to do in a f*cked up dream, after all.
"HEY!! Show some respect, woman!"
"Yipes, sorry, ok." I back away slowly. "What exactly are you?"
"I..." the shrivelled thing wiggles slightly, completely in contrast to the deep booming voice that resonates around the room, I bite my lip not to laugh. "Am the Tentacle."
"The... Tentacle?"
"Yes!"
"Right." I look around the room awkwardly. That painting really should be looked at. I look over my shoulder.
"Aren't you awed? Don't you feel amazed to be in my presence?"
"I guess..."
"I will tell you something miraculous, something amazing and terrifying... are you ready?"
"Sure,"
"You will meet someone soon, they will be on a website of glorious images and wonderous fanfictions. You will meet them and think they are strange, yet something will draw you to them and you will become close friends."
"Excellent," I comment, trying to sound as awed as possible while looking pointedly over my shoulder. "Thank you, I er... I feel the power of that... definitely."
"Good. You will need this power, for you are about to embark on the world yet again!"
"Wait, hell no! I needa get back to that painting! You interrupted my good dream for this? Seriously? At least gimme a chance to see who my dream ENDS! I know where to go, ok? Just reverse the little moving path thing and we're set, yes?"
"3..."
"No way, come ON!!"
"2..."
"This is my dream, this is my head!"
"1..."
"You have no power over me!!"
...
Obviously I need some coaching in my self-mind-control, as I wake up to a message on dA reading "Hey, you're an SPN fan? By the way, did you read the enormous list of epic yaoi mangas I linked you to??"
And so it began.
--A few months later--
She walks through the vast room, following the voice that sounds so epic and so amazing. She reaches the alter and sees the Tentacle. She is awed. The Tentacle speaks and she is confused.
...Sa wakes up thinking "Who in HELL is Dave?"
---~*~---
If you've read this far, congratulations you have actually gone insane :D come collect your medal tomorrow.
This is a story I have decided to write bout me and
darkwings08 even though she doesn't know that I've just written it (muahaha) I hope she decides to let me continue it, I plan to write the story of our adventures on here, as I have nothing else exciting to offer anyone. I do hope you enjoy it though!
The epicness continues, in Verse 1