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[fuckyou_chorus]

[there is a thick fog moving through camp tonight, limiting your visibility as you try to get from one place to the next.

but when it clears a bit, you think you see something. is it something familiar? or is it something you fear? but really, those two questions go together, don't they?]

(( consider this a "night in the life" and "boggarts"

Comments

[onlyonehero]

[this is not how one gets back to the cabin, presumably. Dammit.]

[fearsmadeflesh]

[I know someone who might help you.

Might.]

[onlyonehero]

[You almost blend in with the fog.]

Hiro.

[fearsmadeflesh]

Oh you. What do you want?

[Can you hear that boredom in his voice?]

[its_fa_fate]

[This is not the best night to sleep outside.]

[fearsmadeflesh]

[Can't sleep with the sound of wings, can you? Or someone landing in a big tree near you.]

[its_fa_fate]

[No. definitely not.]

Hello?

[fearsmadeflesh]

[look who it is, framed by a pair of black wings. also, looking a little not-alive.]

Ugh. Not you.

[dickaster]

Oh, good. This definitely isn't creepy or foreboding at all.

[fearsmadeflesh]

[you were saying?]

[dickaster]

. . .

Batman?

[fearsmadeflesh]

Robin. We need to talk.

[needsahandjob]

You have got to be kidding me. How cliche is this?

[fearsmadeflesh]

[as he gets closer, there's the crackle of ozone and the smell of blood thick and heavy on the tongue. There's dark shadows on the ground - about twenty or so.]

[needsahandjob]

Ha ha. Very funny.

[he goes to the nearest shape just in case]

[fearsmadeflesh]

[that sure is a dead Nori. It's clear that she died quickly from her injuries at least, her eyes wide with surprise but there's not enough blood for her to have bled to death. The smell of ionised flesh is quite strong around her, and her gauntlets carry enough residual charge to give him a mild shock if he touches them.

The closer he gets, there's a voice that becomes louder, her voice, as she pleads "No, please work, I don't know what else to do!" Her voice cracks on the last word, becoming a desperate sob. "I never wanted this and damn you Keller, damn you!"]

[kepthishead]

[this doesn't stop him]

Who's there?

[fearsmadeflesh]

[he turns around, though it's hard to see who it is at first under all the blood and gore. There's something about the stance that's familiar.

The grin isn't; it's wide and bright and utterly mad.]

[kepthishead]

What? Who are you?

[fearsmadeflesh]

Who are you?

[he mimics his tone, and then laughs.]

I'm you. I'm the parts that you don't remember. The parts that wanted them all dead. And look! They're all dead.

[he claps. The sound of sodden cloth thudding together is pretty gross.]

Well done! You really were the executioner that Father wanted.