I dreamed a dream in time gone by...

[these_balls]

Who: Those who lost their souls
Where: a dream
When: June 16-June 25
Summary: As the Shedinja begin their chaos, those whose souls were taken have a bit of a conflict finding a proper reality.
Rating: Probably PG of worse
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[wantnotneed]

[All is silent.

It feels rather eerie to be in this room. Is it connected to a house? Is it a classroom in a school? Was it the parlor back in the Meta-World? She couldn't tell for sure; it was empty. The floor is neatly patterned as if it was a chessboard, but the walls...

The walls are decorated with lips and the occasional eye. Mammon stares at the wall, curious to see if it would stare back. It didn't and she feels slightly relieved.

But as soon as she turned around, a marble sculpture was placed quite a distance away from her, but she could tell that it is a statue. Of who... she didn't exactly know. Then she heard the something crack, a line forming in its body, but the noise resonated loud and clear throughout the room despite its distance. The cracking noise slowly multiplies and becomes louder and louder until--]

Worthless furniture.

[The marble sculpture, having many little cracks before, was suddenly demolished and pieces of it remained on the floor. The lips on the walls slowly began to part and started to curl into a

[bakaitoukid]

[Well this is one way to start out a dream. Kaito has no idea how he got here, since... no windows or doors. But he glances around at his surroundings with a frown, hands stuffed in his pockets.

Eerie]

-- Mammon?

[wantnotneed]

[By now, Mammon has her head tilted down so that Kaito couldn't see her face, but then the walls part their lips, all of them, and speak:]

You're certain-kill furniture that can fly around faster than the eye can see and instantly pierce the hearts of a witch's enemies, right?

And I am giving you an order as your master!!

Carry it out right away! Kill!! Kill them aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall!!

[Then two more statues broke apart with a scream silently accompanying them in the distance. Mammon's expressions twists, being reminded when she was hurt--]

[bakaitoukid]

[taking a step back and glances around frantically once everything speaks, still frowning]

Oi! Mammon, what the heck--?

[photonsaber]

[They were there: her parents. Cocona reached out to them-- and suddenly, they were riding on a yellow star that carried them across the sky. They laughed, talked about how big Cocona had gotten since she last saw them, the latest Gergo merchandise, and so on. All they did was talk and talk.]

Mommy and Daddy have to go somewhere really fast. Will you wait here, Cocona?

[The time she spent with them felt so short and yet, it felt satisfying to see them again. So with each parent on their respective yellow stars, they started to fly away down below to the ground while Cocona stayed up in the sky. After hovering for a while, she hopped off the star and flopped onto a fluffy cloud.

Suddenly, Gergos (stuffed animal in the picture). Gergos everywhere. They started to take over the cloud until Cocona was buried in them FFFFFFF--]

[ctrldemons]

[HOLY CRAP STUFFED ANIMAL EVERYWHERE]

Whoa! Hey!

[photonsaber]

[DEATH BY STUFFED ANIMALS-- I mean, Cocona starts crawling out of the stuffed animal pile and pokes her head out.]

Hello!

[ctrldemons]

[He give her a wave.]

Hi! Need some help?

[ctrldemons]

You sure you don't want to come along?
Damn, I got cram school now. See ya, Atsuro!

[A school, he's outside of his old middle school, watching his classmates walk away from him.

Atsuro looks around, before he walks and walks. Then, he's at home. Unsurprisingly, no one's inside.

Knocks, knocks]

Eh?

[holdsleftovers]

[ Watanuki stands, in his high school uniform, consternated and watching Atsuro knock. ]

Ah, is everything all right, Atsuro-san?

[ctrldemons]

Ah, I'm alright. [He looks at Watanuki and back at the door.] I don't know why I knocked. No one's around.

[holdsleftovers]

[ A blink. ]

Do you need to get inside?

[yumahkyoko]

[This dream takes place in an apartment. It looks like a happy apartment. It's the home of a little girl and her parents. The picturesque happy family.

This is not a happy dream.

The little girl finds herself in the center of three people. One of them, surprisingly, is herself, albeit in cheerful Puella Magi form. Next is her own mother, arms crossed and as stern as ever. And third, right in front of the girl... is her hero. Kyoko. Looking down at her, her face covered by shadow.

For some reason the little girl can't move. Can't raise herself to look at any of these people. She can't look up to see their expressions better. She tries to speak, but it only comes out as a croak. A cry. A whimper.]

"She can't even speak." "What is it? What is it you have to say, Yuma? Is it... nothing?" "You shouldn't expect anything from her. Nothing at all."

"""She's useless."""

[N... No... That's not true! The girl tries to scream, but suddenly, the three are sneering at her. Taunt after taunt begins to leave their lips, all the while all she

I-I hope this is okay

[onepetalshort]

[He couldn't take the screaming. So Yuu did the only thing he could think to do-- he ran up into this dream, this strange apartment place, and grabs at the irons, ignoring the burning in his hands, and wrenches them away.]

[He's just a little thing, but his strength-- it's like it always used to be, capable of throwing people ten times larger than him through walls.]

Leave her alone!

of course! it's here to be replied to

[yumahkyoko]

[The irons are incredibly hot, and the little girl is just... staring up at her rescuer, confused, tear stained, and still sniffling-- But with the irons not being pressed against her, there are now three lovely imprints of USELESS across her arms and back each.

... But the three don't seem to care about the person. They just begin declaring that Yuma can't do anything for herself. That she needs people she doesn't even know, again and again-- Which eventually goads her into speaking.

Unfortunately...]

G-Get out...! You're making it worse!!

<3 Also sorry for the foul language.

[onepetalshort]

[Yuu never was one to listen to what he's told. So rather than leaving, he merely chucks the irons at the three stranger's faces, and promptly yells at them-- and at her, too, because he never was one for tact.]

She's not useless! You're just big bitches who want her to be!

And you gotta stop crying and get up! Just cuz they're bigger than you doesn't mean you oughtta just let them walk all over you!

[And no, he's not going to get out. He'll break down walls before then.]

[of_france]

[There is a world beneath Paris. It's made up of tunnels and train tracks and bones. Bones of the rats that call it home, of the pets that got lost, of the people when Paris ran out of room.]

[But, then again, this isn't the world beneath Paris. At least, not as France knows it, and he knows that world by heart. Once these were mines, but, here, they were never so. Here, in this mockery, there are no doors, no entrances or exits. The bones are everywhere, the stacks groaning under the weight of femurs and vertebrae and skulls. Where there aren't walls and walls of the dead, there are train tracks, broken and rusted, creaking and about to collapse. Where there should be doors, there are only bodies spilling through the ceiling, much like they were when the cemeteries overflowed and necessitated the catacombs. Heads and bodies strangled in their funeral shrouds, stench and rot and maggots: that is as close to life as anything in this place.]

[At some point, France went back to where he woke beneath the cold stone words: Arrête! C'est

[northerncrosses]

[ It felt like hours since she started walking through the darkness of the tunnel. How she got there, she couldn't really remember. She could see things, formless and unfamiliar in the gloom. She could hear things as well, the sound of her footsteps, of the cracking underneath her heels. She could smell years of dirt and dampness.

She was underground. That much she could tell, a similar atmosphere to Galaxy's own island colony. But where . . .

Sheryl stopped in mid-step before she let out a sudden, surprised scream when a skull dropped in front of her. ]

Is anyone even here? [ It was a call made out of frustration and exasperation despite her mind telling her the possibility of having a living creature in that place: none. ]

[of_france]

[It's so quiet here. France had started talking to himself at one point, just to make the overbearing silence abate a bit. He'd stopped, though, not too long ago, but it takes him a moment to figure out the feminine voice wasn't one he created himself.]

Hello...?

[northerncrosses]

[ her ears perk at the word and sheryl slowly turns towards the sound of the voice. she almost hesitates -- after all, who the heck was that anyway -- but musters up the courage to reply anyway. ]

Is anyone there? [ she pauses. ] Are you a ghost?