[Accidental Video/ Action] [03]

[chansondeleau]

[Shortly after the Mirror's message, anyone in Joe West probably heard a loud, panicked cry. Everyone who's not can hear it over the mirrors instead.

The feed clicks on after being knocked over and Demyx is freaking out. From what can be seen here, he's pale and pacing furiously. He keeps twitching, swinging out at something that isn't there, and

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[a_strangeling]

[Feel that unearthly chill seeping from underneath your door, Demyx?

This is no figment of your imagination... and should you refuse to believe the reality of the situation, the Strangeling will most graciously help you to see the light.

And the dark.

An incoherent whisper travels through the door, soft but unmistakably piecing in harshness.

Care to let the Strangeling in?]

omg you evil evil person you XD

[chansondeleau]

[Hell no. Demyx hears that whisper and promptly shuts up, scooting as far back from the door as possible.]

No no no no no no no.

Trololol.

[a_strangeling]

[The handle shakes, rattling without any distinct rhythm.

The dark matter of the creature seems under the door as it turns the mechanism inside the handle, the portal creaking open slowly to reveal that black formless figure.

Silently, it glides closer to Demyx, extending a painfully cold tendril towards the musician.]

[chansondeleau]

[Demyx shies way and tries to avoid the Thing. Normal people would cry for help, but seeing how he's convinced this is an illusion, he doesn't think that's gonna do hm any good.

So Demyx just keeps trying to avoid it and reaching for his sitar]

[a_strangeling]

[Oh, but it's not.

Let's prove the reality, shall we?

The wispy tendril gently wraps around that hand, though the touch is unearthly and sears with cold.]

Demyx...

[chansondeleau]

[He screams and tries to shake the tendril off]

Go away! I-I'm not going back in there!

[a_strangeling]

[Alas, there's nothing to shake off; there's no physical form to the tendril, or to the Strangeling.]

Are you scared, Demyx?

[chansondeleau]

[The incoherent cries should answer that question. Yes, he is]

[a_strangeling]

Are you tired of being scared?

[chansondeleau]

Y-you're not getting the rest of m-my emotions!

[a_strangeling]

Does your fear feel good, Demyx?

[chansondeleau]

N-no, but you're still not getting it! Or anything else!

[a_strangeling]

[It only moves closer, more constricting tendrils seek him out, seemingly sucking the air out from around them.

Oh, the Strangeling has no intention of taking your emotions, Demyx. It does, however, wish to milk that fear for everything it's worth.]

And if you can't stop us?

[chansondeleau]

[Demyx keeps curling in on himself, trying to make a smaller target.]

You're not getting them!

[a_strangeling]

Poor simple Demyx. You can't stop us...

[It embraces him with those awful tendrils, making breathing painful and the air cold enough that one would wish for frostbite just to get it over with.]

[chansondeleau]

Lemme go!

[Demyx thrashes as best he can, trying to get the thing off. He's been here, he knows the cold, and he knows that it won't ever leave him alone.]

Lemme go, lemme go!