NIGHTMARES

[darkeningvoid]

Whoever you are, wherever you are, if you're capable of sleep, you're probably capable of dreaming.

Unfortunately, your dreams tonight are going to be less than sweet, thanks to the nearby presence of a very special guest. It means no harm, but... one way or another, that's what these nightmares are likely to cause.

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[exileforfreedom]

[Red's nightmares always have the same stark, sterile feel to them. Crisp edges, monochrome colors, angular shapes, chilly, still air, that sort of stuff.

It's a typical scene for his dreams, too. A hospital-ish room, with a table and machines and instruments... The single, overhead lamp above is broken. Something red and liquid drips slowly from it, onto the table. It's probably blood. It's probably his blood, going by the looks of him. Thin and badly injured -- all the cuts of a typical dissection, as if he were a frog -- he holds himself together as he sits on the table. Alone.]

[darkeningvoid]

[Alone?

Are you sure about that?

...Well, even if you are, perhaps you won't be for long. After all, all of a sudden, there's a group of voices walking along. Their heavy shoes make their approach from the hallway outside very obvious. It's a group of three, one short and masculine, another high and snappish, a third neutral but amused. Or is it three? It's hard to tell when they keep mixing and changing like that... unfortunately, it's all in some foreign nonsense.

Click, click, click. The door leading to this room is unlocked, isn't it? Yep, it's ajar, in fact... no wonder you can hear the voices so clearly.]