70. [DREAM/DREAM/DREAM/DREAM]

[foolishwren]

[So while the rest of Johto alternately panics, cries, or rushes around trying to capture as many of the soulstealing insects as possible, there are dozens of souls floating around in that dream limbo, drifting in and out of each other's slumbering thoughts and visions. Whether it's nightmarish flashbacks or just those dreams where you're at school

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THIS IS AMAZING AND ASDFGHJKL;

[used_glare]

{Nanao barely reached to half the door's height in this form, and she gulped as she gazed up at it. She looked behind herself once, twice, before reaching out a small hand and pushing the door open, walking inside oh so very slowly.}

/bounces

[used_glare]

{At creak of the board, she stills again - but the lack of reaction from that woman was confusing.}

{Nanao looks away, biting her lip - this poor girl, what on earth had this ...woman done to her?!}

{This was actually painful to watch. This woman, this... creature - how could she manipulate her own child like this?! It made her heart ache - and suddenly, Nanao was very glad that she'd never known her mother.}

Re: /bounces

[foolishwren]

[Not all mothers are monsters... but this one is. Even now, there's something strange about the way she looks, about the way she's smiling... something inhuman. It's impossible to put a finger on specifically, but it's there. And somehow, the angles in the house seem to be slowly... warping...]

Why didn't I see it before? there's no reason to wait...

Herein lies the mother's womb... containing the power to create life!

I could have done it all myself!

[She speaks with the air of someone realizing they had been taking the long way to work when it turns out there was a quick, direct route that could get you there within five minutes.]

[But at long last, the little girl seems to realize that something is wrong... that maybe Mommy hadn't understood her quite like she thought she had a minute ago. Her voice, already small, takes on a frightened quiver.]

... M-mommy...?

[used_glare]

{Okay, now this is just getting too bizarre - and grimdark horrible. Nanao decloaks with a word, and steps in front of Alessa. She's probably a little smaller, but her intent is clear.}

I won't let you hurt her!

[foolishwren]

[Alessa gasps-- but the mother, oddly enough, doesn't seem that... surprised by Nanao's sudden appearance. Instead she just looks down at the second little girl, mouth curling into a cruel smile.]

Children, children... always thinking of themselves...

You can't save her, poppet.

What's been done is done... and nothing can erase that.

Not even time.

Stop...

[The voice comes from behind Nanao... but it's not the voice of the little girl. Instead, it's one that's just a little more familiar...]

[used_glare]

{Nanao doesn't look behind herself, but instead shifts her feet slightly, bringing her hands up.}

Really? I'm quite good with spells, I think you'll see. {And her hands start glowing a bright pure white light}

And this is just a dream - this dimension is my playground. {Is she bluffing? Who knows - but she certainly looks serious enough.}

[foolishwren]

[The smile remains exactly the same. And the woman... she doesn't seem intimidated at all.]

I'm afraid someone has terribly misinformed you, little one.

This is not a dream.

It is a memory.

And it's mine.

L-leave her alone, you bitch...

[The sounds of someone getting to her feet can be heard behind Nanao. Sounds of someone a lot bigger than little Alessa.]

[used_glare]

It isn't yours. You don't control this. You aren't familiar to me. {And the light starts crackling, little bolts of lighting flying from her fingertips}

{The sound startles her a little, and the light flares painfully bright for a moment.}

Ah?!

[foolishwren]

You're the stranger in this, little one...

You don't belong here.

[The woman's voice is simpering, mocking. ... But there's something wrong with her face. Something very, very wrong. It looks... longer? Warped, somehow... like her mouth is just... sliding down, melting down into a puddle at the bottom of her chin...]

[A set of hands suddenly clamps down on Nanao's shoulders.]

Get out!

Get out, before she comes!

[used_glare]

{That melting face doesn't look good at all, and Nanao tries to take a step back, but those hands grab her, and she yelps, letting loose a bolt of white lightning just to the left of what was that woman.}

B-but where!?!

[foolishwren]

Anywhere!

The room! Go!

[The hands spin Nanao around and give her a hard shove towards the room she had been in a moment before. As they do so, she'll finally see who the speaker is...]

[It's the girl. But she's no longer small-- she's much taller, a young woman now instead of a little child. She's still dressed in that indigo school coat, but underneath, instead of a shirt, there's bandages binding her chest and stomach. Blood-and-pus-stained bandages.]

[... And her face... it somehow looks familiar...]

GO!

[There's a horrible, guttural sound behind them-- the woman (or what was ONCE a woman...) didn't even seem to notice the lightning bolt. She's growing taller...]

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B-But! {Nanao is so confused, but she obeys without thinking, bolting back into the room. She doesn't close the door right away, instead looking back at the girl, and something clicks.}

Come with me, please. I won't leave you behind.

[foolishwren]

[The girl merely shakes her head. And then throws a hand out, expression intensifying. The door swings shut, hopefully not taking any of Nanao's fingers with it in the process.]

[But before it can slam shut, she'll likely get a good view of the towering beast that 'Mother' has become...]

[used_glare]

{Nanao luckily doesn't lose any of her fingers, but she does let loose a whimper of fear at the mere glimpse of that creature.}

H-Hollows I can handle, but th-that thing is..!

[foolishwren]

[Yeeeaaaah. Welcome to Silent Hill, Nanao. :(]

[There's a thunderous crash from beyond the door, making the walls rattle.]

[Then another.]

[Screams can be heard, one monstrous, one human, but both distinctly violent.]

[With another crash, one of the framed butterfly boxes hanging on the walls drops to the floor and shatters.]

[used_glare]

{SCREW THIS. She gulps, whimpers, and turns back to try and go back through the closet to NARNIAAAAA anywhere that isn't here.}

I want to go home, I want to go home, I want to go home!