the morning will come [active/open]
Characters: Mew, Mewtwo, others?
Setting: Attic
Time: Early night 006
Summary: Mew wakes up with no idea what hit her or where she is; Mewtwo is not exactly comforting.
Warnings: Kitty!angst/confusion about dying, possible Mewtwo being macabre.
... it's dark.
The first thing she became aware of was that, darkness. A distinct air of unfamiliarity surrounded her; she had no idea where she was or how she'd gotten there. She blinked her eyes open, staring at the ceiling; she was still in that house. She knew that one thing for sure.
Picking herself up shakily, she found that she could fly, and she took to the air, investigating this new room; it seemed relatively unremarkable compared to what she'd seen of the rest of the house, which was almost, on some level, a relief.
Mew thought, trying to remember how she could've ended up here; she remembered exploring, the bathroom. Mewtwo. The narrow bedroom-- she started. That boy. He did something. What was that he was holding?
Whatever it was, Mew decided quickly that she was going to avoid things like that from now on. Whatever he'd done with it, it hurt. That was the last thing she remembered as the lights went out; pain. Shaken to her core, she decidedly didn't want to experience something like that ever again. She realized quite suddenly that she was trembling thinking about it, the pain and the cold and the sensation of-- she didn't know what. She didn't want to know. She was okay now, right? It didn't matter. She just would never do it again and it would be okay.
Still shaken, trembling, Mew made herself head for the door; she hoped she could find one of her friends soon, someone to talk to. Being alone up here was scary. She opened the door and drifted outside.
Setting: Attic
Time: Early night 006
Summary: Mew wakes up with no idea what hit her or where she is; Mewtwo is not exactly comforting.
Warnings: Kitty!angst/confusion about dying, possible Mewtwo being macabre.
... it's dark.
The first thing she became aware of was that, darkness. A distinct air of unfamiliarity surrounded her; she had no idea where she was or how she'd gotten there. She blinked her eyes open, staring at the ceiling; she was still in that house. She knew that one thing for sure.
Picking herself up shakily, she found that she could fly, and she took to the air, investigating this new room; it seemed relatively unremarkable compared to what she'd seen of the rest of the house, which was almost, on some level, a relief.
Mew thought, trying to remember how she could've ended up here; she remembered exploring, the bathroom. Mewtwo. The narrow bedroom-- she started. That boy. He did something. What was that he was holding?
Whatever it was, Mew decided quickly that she was going to avoid things like that from now on. Whatever he'd done with it, it hurt. That was the last thing she remembered as the lights went out; pain. Shaken to her core, she decidedly didn't want to experience something like that ever again. She realized quite suddenly that she was trembling thinking about it, the pain and the cold and the sensation of-- she didn't know what. She didn't want to know. She was okay now, right? It didn't matter. She just would never do it again and it would be okay.
Still shaken, trembling, Mew made herself head for the door; she hoped she could find one of her friends soon, someone to talk to. Being alone up here was scary. She opened the door and drifted outside.