dream 004 ⊕ nightmares
Effects: Feelings of guilt and hurt
Note: As always, since Al technically doesn't dream, he has blacked out somewhere in the middle of the day quite suddenly. Note if it'll be action, otherwise I'll assume it's video via dreamberry! If you decide to lift up his armor to take a look, Al'll be waking up just in time to stop you~
Location: Al will be passing out somewhere in 2nd district Somni
For some reason, lately, Al had been feeling strange. He'd been feeling oddly dizzy and... he was pretty sure this was what nausea felt like. Walking has been difficult, but his cats needed food. And so Alphonse was making his way toward the store when he suddenly began to feel heavy. Before he knew what was happening, he'd collapsed in the snow.
His armor had been heating up for the past day. Alphonse hadn't noticed, since he ordinarily couldn't feel anything. But as he laid in the streets, the snow around him began to melt.
Al stands in front of a large door. His armored hand reaches out to touch the door, but before he makes contact, a voice rings out from behind him.
"I wouldn't do that, if I were you."
He recognizes that voice! Al turns quickly. He's looking at a young boy. His original body.
But his body doesn't look happy to see him.
"You left me here," his body says.
"I'm sorry. I was--" But before Al could finish his sentence, something changed.
His body began to change. His hair grew longer. His body grew skinnier. His face more gaunt. In a matter of minutes, the healthy boy had transformed into nothing but skin and bones. He looked as though he hadn't eaten in years. He could barely keep himself up.
"You left me here," he repeated.
"This is your fault." Another voice. This one also painfully familiar. At first, Alphonse is afraid to turn his head.
A woman. Mom...
"You did this." A third voice. Nina. Next to her, a shaggy dog. The dog whines pathetically; Al is certain that if he could speak, he would be echoing the same things.
More and more people begin materializing from all different corners of the room. Mr. Hughes. Martel.
"You did this."
"A-ah!" Al came to with a start. By this time, the snow around him had already completely melted, and he found himself lying in a suit of armor-shaped puddle. He didn't sit up immediately, as the world seemed to be spinning. The words you did this were still ringing in his mind.
If anyone tried approaching the suit of armor right now, they'd probably feel the blazing heat radiating from him.
Note: As always, since Al technically doesn't dream, he has blacked out somewhere in the middle of the day quite suddenly. Note if it'll be action, otherwise I'll assume it's video via dreamberry! If you decide to lift up his armor to take a look, Al'll be waking up just in time to stop you~
Location: Al will be passing out somewhere in 2nd district Somni
For some reason, lately, Al had been feeling strange. He'd been feeling oddly dizzy and... he was pretty sure this was what nausea felt like. Walking has been difficult, but his cats needed food. And so Alphonse was making his way toward the store when he suddenly began to feel heavy. Before he knew what was happening, he'd collapsed in the snow.
His armor had been heating up for the past day. Alphonse hadn't noticed, since he ordinarily couldn't feel anything. But as he laid in the streets, the snow around him began to melt.
Al stands in front of a large door. His armored hand reaches out to touch the door, but before he makes contact, a voice rings out from behind him.
"I wouldn't do that, if I were you."
He recognizes that voice! Al turns quickly. He's looking at a young boy. His original body.
But his body doesn't look happy to see him.
"You left me here," his body says.
"I'm sorry. I was--" But before Al could finish his sentence, something changed.
His body began to change. His hair grew longer. His body grew skinnier. His face more gaunt. In a matter of minutes, the healthy boy had transformed into nothing but skin and bones. He looked as though he hadn't eaten in years. He could barely keep himself up.
"You left me here," he repeated.
"This is your fault." Another voice. This one also painfully familiar. At first, Alphonse is afraid to turn his head.
A woman. Mom...
"You did this." A third voice. Nina. Next to her, a shaggy dog. The dog whines pathetically; Al is certain that if he could speak, he would be echoing the same things.
More and more people begin materializing from all different corners of the room. Mr. Hughes. Martel.
"You did this."
"A-ah!" Al came to with a start. By this time, the snow around him had already completely melted, and he found himself lying in a suit of armor-shaped puddle. He didn't sit up immediately, as the world seemed to be spinning. The words you did this were still ringing in his mind.
If anyone tried approaching the suit of armor right now, they'd probably feel the blazing heat radiating from him.