Alone. He was alone, and it was his own fault. The townspeople were gone, the plants were gone... Fletcher knew all of this even though he was nowhere near a position where he could see them. He was sitting in a corner of his and Russel's laboratory, the one that in reality, had been destroyed nearly a year ago. But it was here now, and he was there, the tables and windowsills lined with potted plants, beakers, microscopes, vials of a deep red liquid, and the brothers' notes, the papers detailing their research and methods for completing their father's work. Their methods for destroying a village
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The air burned her throat and made her eyes water, but they'd made it up the mansion's stairs and into the room. Sherry coughed into her elbow (coughing on your hands spread germs, after all) and called, "Hello? Hello, is anyone there? Hello!"
Was that a person's voice calling? But there was no one left. He had to be imagining it. Fletcher whimpered a little more and remained huddled where he was, a pitiful little ball of fear and guilt. It was going to take more than that to break him out of his shell.
There is a very important childhood rule that Sherry has never broken in her entire, admittedly short, life.
It hurts more if you look at it. It's true, though, and she knows it, which is why she's trying very, very hard not to look at her friends as they mutate and change. Yuri and Roxie are the first, and it's terrible to hear the sound of muscles tearing, ligaments popping and bones cracking as they change. Yuri screams, screams like a banshee, but Roxie is quiet. Blank. Accepting of it, like it was just another thing she needed to do
( ... )
As Doc came through the black of the darkness, he spotted a young girl no older than ten or twelve curled up and looking like she witnessed murder. Doc's base instincts to comfort kids won over and he kneeled down to the girl in sympathy.
For Caelestine-it had been the weasels. Thousands of them, looting, pillaging, burning... but something clicked. No. The Black Axe had returned. The Black Axe would never let something like that happen.
And that made the nightmare twist around the edges, just long enough for him to escape.
But-oh no. Oh, no. He wasn't the only one caught in his own little world.
"Wake up!" he shouts at Sherry, barely loud enough to be heard.
Fletcher's mandibles clicked together noisily, cheerfully even, for his Sherry-meal as several things happened. First - a kind person tried to calm her. It helped, and made the monster hesitate (or perhaps monster Fletcher was simply thanking his good fortune for two meals today), if only for a moment. The gunfire got closer.
Secondly, there was an itty-bitty voice that made Sherry tear her eyes from what was probably going to be a very gruesome death (as Sherry remembered that spiders were like vampires and sucked the fluids from their victims like big, ridiculous juice boxes).
A mouse. A mouse was talking to her.
Mice didn't talk. For a moment, Sherry even forgot to be scared, because, darn it, mice didn't talk and this one did. She gave the little guy her best lineface and stared at him for a moment. Fletcher inched closer, hesitant
( ... )
Asuka stood in a dark wood, utterly and completely confused. She had her plugsuit on, but she didn't know where she was or where everyone had gone - a voice at the back of her head said that this wasn't right. She glanced up, feeling a small sense of relief - her mother was here. Everything would be alright, wouldn't it? And she could go to Arha if things got really bad. Before she could speak to her mother, before she could do anything, her mother was gone, walking off into the trees. Fear and panic shot through her, her gut churning as she realized that her mother was leaving. She ran after the fading figure of her mother, arms and legs working as she dodged through trees and undergrowth.
She couldn't keep up. Her legs were too short. She didn't have the breath. She was a small child again and she stretched out a pleading hand as the panic and fear began to rise to a fever pitch. "Mother! Don't leave me here! Mama! Mama! I need you! Don't go! Please, don't go
( ... )
Well, if there was anything good about the nightmares, at least it meant that she got to see all kinds of places. Even if they were places that Sherry didn't want to see . A forest was okay, especially since she could follow the voices.
A branch cracked underfoot as she peeked out from behind a tree. If there was something scary, she was going to turn all the boys around and they were going to retreat until they thought of a better plan than, WHAT IS THAT RUN AWAY.
Asuka didn't look up at the sound of the snapping branch. She was far too busy being miserable. She curled tighter into a ball, her knuckles white from gripping at her knees. She was alone and she was never going to see anyone else ever again. No one wanted her. No one loved her. She'd be here. Alone.
Vega's tailing close behind Sherry. He still has the gun, which is probably dangerous all things considered, but he's not likely to let go of it any time soon. It makes him feel a little better, like he can actually do something if he's threatened.
"Hey!" he calls to the girl, curled up into a ball on the ground. "Are you okay?"
The answer's pretty obviously no but he has to say something, right?
Vega is breathing hard, his heart's hammering against his ribs and he's as keyed up as he can be. His hands, holding a pistol again like the day and night of the zombie battle, are shaking. He can hear them coming, he can hear the boots on the deck of the ship and the far off yells and (occasionally) the shots as he bites his lip. His hands tighten on the gun, his finger on the trigger is light but the rest of his grip is like a vice
( ... )
Sherry, with her impressive mouse hat (what did you want? It was riding on her head! Of course it was a hat), peeked around the corners, leading their little party along. "Hello?"
"HellooooOOOOooo?" It would be one thing to find the dreaming person, but wholly another if she managed to run into whatever it was this person was dreaming of. What if it was Steve? Or her father?
The little girl repressed a shudder, there was a mouse to mind, and hurried along. "Hello...!"
Sherry peered back at him, "Vega?" There's a little bit of disbelief in her voice, mostly because the last time she saw him, he was turning into a monster of some sort. "Are you okay?" She frowned a little bit at him and turned her head back to look for Doc and Fletcher. "I found Vega!"
Greatest hits of our last season of Yuri Otani. Don't even bother with a thin excuse of an episode to buffer the flashbacks together.
See if you recognize:
-The sickly, slimy, crawling sensation of putting Borg on her head for the first time. Little probing probiscises patted her scalp wetly. Then that ropy tongue flicked out to paint green slime across her astonished face and things went black.
-The ushigata cornering her in the hallway after she missed her shots with the dart gun. She'd huddled behind Borg's wings as those fists slammed into their dubious protection again and again and it roared without a mouth.
-Finding Kasumi inside the Yellow Knife host. The thing had let out a blasting quack, quaking as it died from the evisceration by Kumi's drills. Kasumi spilled out, naked and full of rage amidst the pool of green slop. That's when those soft hands with painted pink nails had closed around Kumi's neck
( ... )
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Look, Fletcher! A friend!
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It hurts more if you look at it. It's true, though, and she knows it, which is why she's trying very, very hard not to look at her friends as they mutate and change. Yuri and Roxie are the first, and it's terrible to hear the sound of muscles tearing, ligaments popping and bones cracking as they change. Yuri screams, screams like a banshee, but Roxie is quiet. Blank. Accepting of it, like it was just another thing she needed to do ( ... )
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"Hey. No one is going to hurt you."
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And that made the nightmare twist around the edges, just long enough for him to escape.
But-oh no. Oh, no. He wasn't the only one caught in his own little world.
"Wake up!" he shouts at Sherry, barely loud enough to be heard.
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Secondly, there was an itty-bitty voice that made Sherry tear her eyes from what was probably going to be a very gruesome death (as Sherry remembered that spiders were like vampires and sucked the fluids from their victims like big, ridiculous juice boxes).
A mouse. A mouse was talking to her.
Mice didn't talk. For a moment, Sherry even forgot to be scared, because, darn it, mice didn't talk and this one did. She gave the little guy her best lineface and stared at him for a moment. Fletcher inched closer, hesitant ( ... )
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She couldn't keep up. Her legs were too short. She didn't have the breath. She was a small child again and she stretched out a pleading hand as the panic and fear began to rise to a fever pitch. "Mother! Don't leave me here! Mama! Mama! I need you! Don't go! Please, don't go ( ... )
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A branch cracked underfoot as she peeked out from behind a tree. If there was something scary, she was going to turn all the boys around and they were going to retreat until they thought of a better plan than, WHAT IS THAT RUN AWAY.
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Forever.
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"Hey!" he calls to the girl, curled up into a ball on the ground. "Are you okay?"
The answer's pretty obviously no but he has to say something, right?
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"HellooooOOOOooo?" It would be one thing to find the dreaming person, but wholly another if she managed to run into whatever it was this person was dreaming of. What if it was Steve? Or her father?
The little girl repressed a shudder, there was a mouse to mind, and hurried along. "Hello...!"
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He pokes his head around the corner cautiously, tensed to jump back if he has to.
"Sherry?"
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Greatest hits of our last season of Yuri Otani. Don't even bother with a thin excuse of an episode to buffer the flashbacks together.
See if you recognize:
-The sickly, slimy, crawling sensation of putting Borg on her head for the first time. Little probing probiscises patted her scalp wetly. Then that ropy tongue flicked out to paint green slime across her astonished face and things went black.
-The ushigata cornering her in the hallway after she missed her shots with the dart gun. She'd huddled behind Borg's wings as those fists slammed into their dubious protection again and again and it roared without a mouth.
-Finding Kasumi inside the Yellow Knife host. The thing had let out a blasting quack, quaking as it died from the evisceration by Kumi's drills. Kasumi spilled out, naked and full of rage amidst the pool of green slop. That's when those soft hands with painted pink nails had closed around Kumi's neck ( ... )
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