[semi-open] computer programs + space lsd = ???

[smellslikejail]

who ; the residents of Tronhaus
what ; TRIPPIN' BALLS also trip-sitting, depending on who you are
where ; Tronhaus
when ; Saturday the 14th
warning(s) ; ... computer programs tripping for the very first time?

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Sorry Clu, he's not terribly coherent anymore...

[fight4theusers]

[Clu, whatever you're thinking Tron's experiencing, it's guaranteed to be a hundred times more terrifying in his drug-twisted processes right now. What started out as a pleasant trip is now plunging into darkness and nightmare, flashes of the past mingling with the present, hallucination and reality distorting, and Tron can hardly focus on what Clu's even saying at the moment. All he knows is that the being program, creature, demon in front of him is dangerous and will hurt him, turn him into something not himself.

Even as that thought hits him he glances down, seeing his own limbs twisting, red-orange light bleeding from his circuits, flowing down his arms like liquid, digging into his armor, a physical presence, heat radiating off the tendrils of light as it wraps around him like tentacles.]

No... no no no stop it stop it stop it!

[He flings the discs at Clu, a wild throw that's almost guaranteed to miss, the weapon careening off the walls before crashing to a stop, buried in the wall next to the fridge. Tron scrambles backwards, hands clawing at his arms, trying to push the light-tendrils off, but they keep multiplying, crawling over and through him, turning every circuit on his body a deep red in his eyes, though to anyone watching... his blue circuits are simply flickering in distress. His limbs twist, elongate, crush, morphing into some creature he doesn't even recognize, then back into himself, and still the red energy creeps creeps creeps over him and he can't...]

Get it off me!

HIJACK y/n?

[popcorngifs]

Tron, are you still on the kitchen floor? I thought I asked you to-

[ Alan's waltz back into the kitchen was punctured by an identity disc narrowly missing him in favor of cutting through the wall between himself and the fridge. It's the first thing he notices, too shocked to look at anything but the rotating disc that inflicted on the wall a fate his neck almost suffered. Alan was not a man accustomed to near death experiences, it was enough to give him such pause that for a moment, he did not register the madness going on around him.

It wasn't until he was on the floor, at Tron's side, that his senses returned to him. Cautious not to get too close to Tron, seeing him more as a distressed animal under outside influence, he crouched down low at his side and looked up at the man with a face he recognized more readily than when it had twenty years etched into it. There wasn't any need to ask for his name. ]

Clu? What is this, what's going on? Tron, he-

...what did you do?

all of the y. ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED.

[a_perfect_end]

[The recovery window on this one was rapidly converging toward zero. Couldn't have said why he did it, but fortunately, that's not what Alan asked.]

Said hello. Offered to stay by him. [Forever and ever and ever.] Promised.

...That was a [Grade A dick move] mistake.

WOO STILL GOING ON THIS?

[fight4theusers]

[Tron barely seems to notice Alan by his side, lost in the hallucination, shaking hands pushing at his arms and torso, trying to claw away the corruption he can see creeping over him.]

Get it off! [He can see Clu above him, dark and powerful, stronger than him, stronger than he ever was, no matter how hard he fought, he could never truly resist him, and the black-gold light is swirling around him and he's drowning in it...]

Stay away... [His voice is a moan now, one hand clenched into a fist in front of eyes.]