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.
The image was seared into his mind's eye. The gas had leaked up from underground and overtaken the town overnight, and though he hadn't even gone outside, somehow he could still clearly see the people he'd hurt. He could see them coughing and gasping for air. Coughing up blood and then choking on it. And the worst part of all was that it wasn't just the townspeople he remembered from home. The other members of Stacy's crew were there. Tess was there, and Vivio, and all the other children he'd met. Captain Kirk, and Kang, and even people he only knew by name and reputation. All of them had suffered a painful death because Fletcher had been too weak to stop it.
And even Russel. He'd gone down to the spring not long ago to seal it off. Fletcher, coward that he was, had remained here in this corner, curled up on himself. And he knew that Russel, too, had been taken. He'd heard the coughing and gasping somehow even from here. And then, even worse, the sound of the coughing had stopped, and Russel was gone. All his fault. All of it was Fletcher's fault.
The gas was still rising upward, and soon, it would reach him here on the third floor of the mansion. He didn't even question how he knew it to be true; it was going to happen, and that was what mattered. Soon he'd be like the rest, coughing until he'd want to rip his own throat out, before mercifully falling unconscious. Fletcher whimpered and buried his face in his knees. He didn't want to die, but someone like him deserved no less.
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.
"Why aren't you helping us?!" Vega growls as his face begins to melt. Yuri continues to scream over him until her voice is suddenly cut off with a gurgle and a hail of gunfire. "Do something! Your parents are going to kill us! We didn't do anything wrong! Sherry! Sherry, help!"
"Can't look. Can't look. Can't look. Can't look," Sherry mumbles and looks up. But there isn't any relief there, either. Because Fletcher is slowly, slowly, slowly creeping down towards her. Or at least, what's left of Fletcher: a tuft of blond hair on a still-human/arachnid face. His eight legs tap-tap-tap on the wall as he creeps, his mandibles click at her.
Sherry's legs buckle and she slides to the floor, and she covers her eyes as Fletcher gets closer.
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!"
As her mother vanished into the trees, Asuka trailed to a halt staring after her as tears started to well in her eyes. This couldn't be. She turned around, hoping to find someone - anyone - there to help her. Shinji. Kaji. Misato. Aang. Arha.
"Arha?"
Her voice sounded weak and small in her ears as Asuka tried to stave off the tears, a few drops starting to roll down her face. She didn't want to be here. She wanted to be somewhere safe, to be protected, held, told it would be alright, loved. "Arha?"
She was supposed to come. She'd said she would.
"Arha!" Her voice was a scream now. "Aang? Somebody! Somebody help me!"
She sank back against a tree, her usual teenage self again. She slid to the forest floor, sobbing into her gloved hands. She couldn't deal with this. She didn't want this. She didn't want to be alone. Quietly, Asuka continued to cry, her muffled sobs echoing amongst the trees.
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.
There's always been a tiny part of Vega that recognizes the danger that other members of the Backdraft Group could pose to him. Even though he never thought about it, even though it's never crossed his mind, he hasn't been entirely oblivious to the mutters and sideways glances and jealousy of other pilots. How cold some of the superiors are. He's always had Sarah to guard him.
But Sarah isn't here. And he is. And his Zoid isn't. And he's said things he shouldn't have said and he isn't at home doing his job like he needs to be so they're here and they want to take him away.
He doesn't know where to, but he knows it isn't good. He doesn't want to go. He uses his determination to push down that he's already seen them killing here. Vega's hands start quivering again. The others. His friends. The adults. He doesn't know if they're okay or not. He saw the blood and he ran.
Like... like a coward. Like a little boy. He got scared and ran away and the thought of that gives him a small surge of anger that helps steady him.
Vega narrows his eyes. It makes him more than a little bit sick and lightheaded to think about it but if they're coming for him he's going to fight them and if they're going to shoot the others, he is going to have to kill them.
He can do that.
Maybe.
No.
Maybe.
Yes.
N- yes, definitely and no more arguing!
He's decided. And so he waits for them to find him here with his back pressed against the wall, clamping down on his own fear as hard as he knows how to.
Vega quivers and bites his lip. Big boys, after all, do not cry.
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.
"What." She pursed her lips and said it again, "What." It said something about Sherry's experiences that horrible, mutated friends could be believed and not a cute, talking guardmouse. The nightmare around the three of them shattered.
Caelestine nearly hyperventilates-not that that's saying very much, for a mouse. He edges away from Sherry, looking up at her, pulling the edges of his cloak tighter around himself.
Sherry looked down and peered at the little guardmouse, clearly confused. Her dream was over and the mouse was still talking. Bandit had his little device. and the raptor... well, Sherry wasn't going to think about that giant, scary dinosaur. But this little mouse didn't have anything.
"You're talking," she stated, and lowered herself even further to have a better look at him. He was cute, sort of like the mice in the tank at school. "Neat." Not logical in the slightest, but neat. "I'm going to pick you up," Sherry announced, and with careful little fingers, and absolutely no warning, she picked up the little mouse and held him in her cupped hand.
One thing Doc realized very quickly, was that wherever they were it's not Blood Gulch. The girl was more focused on the talking mouse than him, not that he could really blame her. How often do you see a talking mouse? He cleared his throat loudly as he spoke.
"Uh, hi there. I'm Doc." He said as he smiled cheerfully.
"Too late," Sherry told the mouse with her usual lineface. She looked up at Doc and tilted her head, "You're not part of a dream, too, are you? Because I'm pretty sure I just woke up. Talking mouse aside."
Sherry looked between the older man and down at the mouse. She supposed, if she was in a pinch, she could throw the mouse at the man and hope for the best as she escaped (children were highly adaptable creatures, after all). "I need to find my friends. So, if you aren't a dream - nightmare? - dream-person, will you help me find them?"
Sherry raised her eyebrows, quietly judging his possible usefulness to her in the event she needed a meatshield protector. Parents were one thing, she loved them a lot and they could take care of themselves. Logic breaking mice and strange smiling men?
Hm. Not so much.
"Well, keep up," Sherry said and started for down Stacy's hallways quickly. She was very quick for such a short-legged little thing.
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.
Another voice? That wasn't possible. It just wasn't. No one was left. But he'd heard something...
Fletcher peeked up. It wasn't as though anyone was around to make fun of him for reacting to figments of his imagination. He wiped his eyes, but he was still crying so it didn't do much good.
A girl and a... mouse? He was certainly imagining things. He hiccupped. But if they were real... Voice quavering, he managed to squeak out, "Run away."
"Oh, don't be so stupid," Sherry pulled herself up to her full (admittedly unimpressive) height and put one hand on her hip. "This might be scary, but what kind of boy sits in a corner and cowers." Hey, if she could hide and run away from zombies, a little mist should be no problem for a boy. "So," Sherry walked over her little feet stomping across the wood, "get. up."
Fletcher's hesitation was costing all of them precious time. Closer to the ground as he was, Fletcher was the first to catch a breath of the poisonous gas. He started to cough and his eyes watered, and the order Sherry gave seemed like a perfectly reasonable one. Even though he knew he was only prolonging the inevitable, Fletcher stood up.
He wiped his eyes again, and now he recognized the girl. "Sherry? But you're..." She was one of the ones who was lying dead in the streets. He was sure of it.
Doc had stood behind Sherry, waiting to back her up if she needed it but from the looks of things? She could handle herself. He had seen some weird and downright spooky things during his time at Blood Gulch but this Nightmare King? It took the metaphorical cake.
"This isn't real, it's some trap made by the Nightmare King to keep us in our nightmares."
Well, she was learning something from her parents, after all. At least it wasn't cheesy one-liners. "Um, no, I'm not. As you can plainly see," Sherry's brow furrowed as she watched Fletcher cough. Well, she wasn't a doctor, but that red stuff was probably not good for him. Or the rest of them. She moved Caelestine from her hand to the top of her head, where he would be a little higher out of the gas and could hold on to her headband for safety.
"We still need to find Yuri, Roxie, Vega and Vivio, too, you know. Even that other girl, Alessa." Just because Sherry disliked her didn't mean that Sherry wasn't heartless enough to not look for her. Sherry took his hand and looked back at Doc. "So, what do we need to do to get out of here?"
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!"
Sherry didn't look like she believed him an iota, but kept it to herself. There would be plenty of time to yell at him later about pretending things were fine.
"Fletcher and... someone who calls himself Doc, oh, and this talking mouse," she shrugged and held out her hand pointing up where the mouse sat upon her headband. "Come on, I don't think I'm too far ahead of them, but you never know."
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 (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v438/Hedgehogey/USHIGATA.gif) 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 (http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b142/c10dstr1f3/Sketch_h.jpg). 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...
-Being part of the Sunflowers again, inside their delusion. They'd convinced her mind that her friends were aliens. And aliens...well, they needed to be killed.
-Red Snout bearing down on her, lips curled back to reveal teeth like daggers, baleful eye looking at her with cold malevolence and hunger. The stench was the worst.
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?
Sherry exchanged a glance with Vega. "I'll... go see," she murmured. Everything TV ever told her seemed to contradict this action. What if she was actually a monster instead of a crying person? The little girl shook her head and straightened her shoulders. Would her mother flip flop about this? Would her father? No, of course not.
Time to be stupid brave and help someone she didn't know. Sherry started towards the girl. "It's okay, you know. Everything is going to be fine." Probably.
Fletcher sniffled and coughed a little more. It was going to be too late soon, why didn't they run away?
The Nightmare King?
The illusion wavered for a moment, but its grip on him was strong. If it wasn't real... If he really wasn't here, if they really weren't dead, those people... It wavered again, mainly because he wished so hard that it wasn't real. If it wasn't real, he hadn't actually...
Caelestine shifts in place on his little perch on Sherry's headband, peering in Asuka's direction. "Careful!" he says to Sherry, gripping her headband tight. "She might not be..."
Asuka kept her face down, still sobbing quietly. The question penetrated, however. As did the voices. She sniffled, trying not to be seen crying. Who were they? Why were they here? Why hadn't they been there for her earlier? Why did it matter? They were probably just going to leave her anyway, just like everyone else. Like Mama and Kaji and Shinji. She sniffled again.
"...what do you want?"
The tone is hostile, but there's a sense of desperation and sadness underneath it (maybe they really are here to help).
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The image was seared into his mind's eye. The gas had leaked up from underground and overtaken the town overnight, and though he hadn't even gone outside, somehow he could still clearly see the people he'd hurt. He could see them coughing and gasping for air. Coughing up blood and then choking on it. And the worst part of all was that it wasn't just the townspeople he remembered from home. The other members of Stacy's crew were there. Tess was there, and Vivio, and all the other children he'd met. Captain Kirk, and Kang, and even people he only knew by name and reputation. All of them had suffered a painful death because Fletcher had been too weak to stop it.
And even Russel. He'd gone down to the spring not long ago to seal it off. Fletcher, coward that he was, had remained here in this corner, curled up on himself. And he knew that Russel, too, had been taken. He'd heard the coughing and gasping somehow even from here. And then, even worse, the sound of the coughing had stopped, and Russel was gone. All his fault. All of it was Fletcher's fault.
The gas was still rising upward, and soon, it would reach him here on the third floor of the mansion. He didn't even question how he knew it to be true; it was going to happen, and that was what mattered. Soon he'd be like the rest, coughing until he'd want to rip his own throat out, before mercifully falling unconscious. Fletcher whimpered and buried his face in his knees. He didn't want to die, but someone like him deserved no less.
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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.
"Why aren't you helping us?!" Vega growls as his face begins to melt. Yuri continues to scream over him until her voice is suddenly cut off with a gurgle and a hail of gunfire. "Do something! Your parents are going to kill us! We didn't do anything wrong! Sherry! Sherry, help!"
"Can't look. Can't look. Can't look. Can't look," Sherry mumbles and looks up. But there isn't any relief there, either. Because Fletcher is slowly, slowly, slowly creeping down towards her. Or at least, what's left of Fletcher: a tuft of blond hair on a still-human/arachnid face. His eight legs tap-tap-tap on the wall as he creeps, his mandibles click at her.
Sherry's legs buckle and she slides to the floor, and she covers her eyes as Fletcher gets closer.
Click-click-click...
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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!"
As her mother vanished into the trees, Asuka trailed to a halt staring after her as tears started to well in her eyes. This couldn't be. She turned around, hoping to find someone - anyone - there to help her. Shinji. Kaji. Misato. Aang. Arha.
"Arha?"
Her voice sounded weak and small in her ears as Asuka tried to stave off the tears, a few drops starting to roll down her face. She didn't want to be here. She wanted to be somewhere safe, to be protected, held, told it would be alright, loved. "Arha?"
She was supposed to come. She'd said she would.
"Arha!" Her voice was a scream now. "Aang? Somebody! Somebody help me!"
She sank back against a tree, her usual teenage self again. She slid to the forest floor, sobbing into her gloved hands. She couldn't deal with this. She didn't want this. She didn't want to be alone. Quietly, Asuka continued to cry, her muffled sobs echoing amongst the trees.
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There's always been a tiny part of Vega that recognizes the danger that other members of the Backdraft Group could pose to him. Even though he never thought about it, even though it's never crossed his mind, he hasn't been entirely oblivious to the mutters and sideways glances and jealousy of other pilots. How cold some of the superiors are. He's always had Sarah to guard him.
But Sarah isn't here. And he is. And his Zoid isn't. And he's said things he shouldn't have said and he isn't at home doing his job like he needs to be so they're here and they want to take him away.
He doesn't know where to, but he knows it isn't good. He doesn't want to go. He uses his determination to push down that he's already seen them killing here. Vega's hands start quivering again. The others. His friends. The adults. He doesn't know if they're okay or not. He saw the blood and he ran.
Like... like a coward. Like a little boy. He got scared and ran away and the thought of that gives him a small surge of anger that helps steady him.
Vega narrows his eyes. It makes him more than a little bit sick and lightheaded to think about it but if they're coming for him he's going to fight them and if they're going to shoot the others, he is going to have to kill them.
He can do that.
Maybe.
No.
Maybe.
Yes.
N- yes, definitely and no more arguing!
He's decided. And so he waits for them to find him here with his back pressed against the wall, clamping down on his own fear as hard as he knows how to.
Vega quivers and bites his lip. Big boys, after all, do not cry.
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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.
"What." She pursed her lips and said it again, "What." It said something about Sherry's experiences that horrible, mutated friends could be believed and not a cute, talking guardmouse. The nightmare around the three of them shattered.
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"It was—you were—"
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"You're talking," she stated, and lowered herself even further to have a better look at him. He was cute, sort of like the mice in the tank at school. "Neat." Not logical in the slightest, but neat. "I'm going to pick you up," Sherry announced, and with careful little fingers, and absolutely no warning, she picked up the little mouse and held him in her cupped hand.
Boy, was Yuri ever going to be jealous.
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"Uh, hi there. I'm Doc." He said as he smiled cheerfully.
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"Don't do that!"
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Sherry looked between the older man and down at the mouse. She supposed, if she was in a pinch, she could throw the mouse at the man and hope for the best as she escaped (children were highly adaptable creatures, after all). "I need to find my friends. So, if you aren't a dream - nightmare? - dream-person, will you help me find them?"
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"Of course. We just have to find our way out."
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meatshieldprotector. Parents were one thing, she loved them a lot and they could take care of themselves. Logic breaking mice and strange smiling men?Hm. Not so much.
"Well, keep up," Sherry said and started for down Stacy's hallways quickly. She was very quick for such a short-legged little thing.
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Look, Fletcher! A friend!
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Fletcher peeked up. It wasn't as though anyone was around to make fun of him for reacting to figments of his imagination. He wiped his eyes, but he was still crying so it didn't do much good.
A girl and a... mouse? He was certainly imagining things. He hiccupped. But if they were real... Voice quavering, he managed to squeak out, "Run away."
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He wiped his eyes again, and now he recognized the girl. "Sherry? But you're..." She was one of the ones who was lying dead in the streets. He was sure of it.
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"This isn't real, it's some trap made by the Nightmare King to keep us in our nightmares."
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At least it wasn't cheesy one-liners."Um, no, I'm not. As you can plainly see," Sherry's brow furrowed as she watched Fletcher cough. Well, she wasn't a doctor, but that red stuff was probably not good for him. Or the rest of them. She moved Caelestine from her hand to the top of her head, where he would be a little higher out of the gas and could hold on to her headband for safety."We still need to find Yuri, Roxie, Vega and Vivio, too, you know. Even that other girl, Alessa." Just because Sherry disliked her didn't mean that Sherry wasn't heartless enough to not look for her. Sherry took his hand and looked back at Doc. "So, what do we need to do to get out of here?"
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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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"Who's here?"
Vega keeps listening for boots as he comes around, still carrying the gun.
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"Fletcher and... someone who calls himself Doc, oh, and this talking mouse," she shrugged and held out her hand pointing up where the mouse sat upon her headband. "Come on, I don't think I'm too far ahead of them, but you never know."
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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 (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v438/Hedgehogey/USHIGATA.gif) 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 (http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b142/c10dstr1f3/Sketch_h.jpg). 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...
-Being part of the Sunflowers again, inside their delusion. They'd convinced her mind that her friends were aliens. And aliens...well, they needed to be killed.
-Red Snout bearing down on her, lips curled back to reveal teeth like daggers, baleful eye looking at her with cold malevolence and hunger. The stench was the worst.
And then it all repeats.
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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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Time to be
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The Nightmare King?
The illusion wavered for a moment, but its grip on him was strong. If it wasn't real... If he really wasn't here, if they really weren't dead, those people... It wavered again, mainly because he wished so hard that it wasn't real. If it wasn't real, he hadn't actually...
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"...what do you want?"
The tone is hostile, but there's a sense of desperation and sadness underneath it (maybe they really are here to help).