douche nozzle c:
Tom's DT dream... because I always post them here.
“You’re an animal, Tom. A dirty, fucking, animal.” Axel’s voice rang loud and clear through every bone in his body, the vicious words vibrating through his entire form.
The words had come from nowhere, bouncing off the cracking walls of Tom’s bedroom. Suddenly Axel was on him, strong hands clasping around his throat--threatening to crush his windpipe. “No!” He gasped for breath, clawing desperately at Axel’s hands and arms. Anything to make him let go. The tension in the room heightened, spinning in and out of focus.
“I know what you did and I’m going to let the whole world know. See how fucking far you get then!”
“Axel-” Pressure was building up behind Tom’s eyes as he struggled to get some kind of footing on his attacker. Strangely enough, he couldn’t. Every gesture pulled the man’s grasp tighter around his throat. The floorboards creaked under their weight but he couldn’t fight back. There was nothing to fight back against. Desperate hands clawed for freedom but all they managed to grab were fistfuls of smoke.
“Why did you do it?” A voice asked from behind them. Axel smiled, loosening his grip just enough to let Tom heave for air. Sarah stepped foreword to stand beside them, her face veiled in shadow. “We spent ten years trying to get that mask out of our heads and now it‘s back. He’s back, and it’s because of you.”
There would be no forgiveness from her cold eyes, only pain and rage.
“We were finally happy and then you waltzed back into our lives and brought him with you. Those people died because of you Tom. You did this.”
He sank under Axel’s grasp, her words cutting like razors. It was true. Everything they said was true and there was no denying it. Years of running had done nothing but make it worse and the truth hung in the air with a malicious smile.
“Wake up”
The world spun again and suddenly everything was white. Harsh light was streaming in from all around him. Blind, the man covered his eyes to adjust. When he opened them again, he was within the sanitary walls of an institution. A nurse was standing nearby, holding a set of mint scrubs.
“You need to get dressed.”
“What? No, I don’t belong here-”
“You need to get dressed.”
“Where’s Sarah?” She had just been there. He had just been…and Axel? He’d rather be back and deal with them than stay here. The nurse cocked her head to the side slightly, a certain sadness creeping across her face.
“Oh Tom, you know they’re gone.”
“What do you mean?”
“You need to get dressed.”
Angry, he rushed foreword but she was gone in the blink of an eye. Vanished, and he was wearing the uniform. A cheap nametag had been embroidered into the right pocket.
“Tom Hanniger. Room 147.”
Suddenly, he knew what she would have said.
They were dead.
A chill ran down his back and the hair on his neck raised. Shifting, he turned slowly to face Harry who was standing in the door that had somehow moved to the other side of the room. It was dark but that damn light from his helmet was blinding him like a spotlight. Startled, Tom made a small noise and moved to back away but he couldn’t move. He was stuck to the spot and Harry was walking right towards him with that bright light. His heavy breathing filled the room, falling with the sound of his boots as he advanced. It felt like they echoed, like they were too much to be made by one man and blood was everywhere.
“What do you want?” Tom whispered, but there was no reply. Instead, they came to stand face to face.
A pair of arms grabbed him from behind. Sarah had come from the other side of the room to wrap her arms tightly around Tom’s shoulders. Harry stood silent as she tugged him--as if that would keep him safe. Not impressed, the shadows grew around the room and turned into ropes of thick black smoke.
He advanced again, raising his pickaxe and plunged it straight through Sarah’s chest.
“No-”
Tom tried to move but he was thrown to the floor in pain. His wrist was on fire, the beads of his bracelet burning into his flesh with a grotesque sizzle. He fell over and Harry loomed above him. No one could see, but he smiled as he dropped Sarah’s bloody heart next to Tom’s face. It splattered across him, across the walls, the floor, the ceiling, the piles of bodies in the room.
When had they--
Everyone he had ever known were thrown around the room in heaps. Their dead eyes all turned, focusing on him with cold judgment. Everyone he'd ever known was lying around him dead and the blood was running together like some kind of sick river as it dyed everything crimson, soaking him to the bone and it's his fault his fault it's all his fault. His head hurt and his wrist was burning but he couldn’t claw it off. The thing was just sinking deeper and deeper into his skin and he was screaming as everything fell into a blurry mess.--Sarah, Axel, Eileen, Rosa, Alex, Claire, Roxas, Burke, Faris, Selene, Ada, Regina--His head was swimming and nothing made sense anymore besides the piles of bodies and Harry standing above him with the truth. A bottle of pills fell to the floor and shattered. His father’s voice rang out across the room. A woman screamed and police sirens began to wail. Flashing lights and blood so deep and warm that he almost choked and Harry was still standing over him with deranged satisfaction.
“You can’t stop me forever, Tommy.”
It was all his fault and he knew it. Everything was his fault. It always had been. He was the one that forgot to bleed the lines. He was the one that let people use the mine for a party. He was the one that ran away. He was the one that couldn’t take the pressure and sickness and pain. He was the one to get dragged off and it was his own fucking fault that he came back. The light and noise met his grief like a punch to the stomach as it came together. The world was tossing in and out of focus and it hurt but above all else it was True. It was his fault his fault HIS FAULT and nothing would ever change that.
“You’re an animal, Tom. A dirty, fucking, animal.” Axel’s voice rang loud and clear through every bone in his body, the vicious words vibrating through his entire form.
The words had come from nowhere, bouncing off the cracking walls of Tom’s bedroom. Suddenly Axel was on him, strong hands clasping around his throat--threatening to crush his windpipe. “No!” He gasped for breath, clawing desperately at Axel’s hands and arms. Anything to make him let go. The tension in the room heightened, spinning in and out of focus.
“I know what you did and I’m going to let the whole world know. See how fucking far you get then!”
“Axel-” Pressure was building up behind Tom’s eyes as he struggled to get some kind of footing on his attacker. Strangely enough, he couldn’t. Every gesture pulled the man’s grasp tighter around his throat. The floorboards creaked under their weight but he couldn’t fight back. There was nothing to fight back against. Desperate hands clawed for freedom but all they managed to grab were fistfuls of smoke.
“Why did you do it?” A voice asked from behind them. Axel smiled, loosening his grip just enough to let Tom heave for air. Sarah stepped foreword to stand beside them, her face veiled in shadow. “We spent ten years trying to get that mask out of our heads and now it‘s back. He’s back, and it’s because of you.”
There would be no forgiveness from her cold eyes, only pain and rage.
“We were finally happy and then you waltzed back into our lives and brought him with you. Those people died because of you Tom. You did this.”
He sank under Axel’s grasp, her words cutting like razors. It was true. Everything they said was true and there was no denying it. Years of running had done nothing but make it worse and the truth hung in the air with a malicious smile.
“Wake up”
The world spun again and suddenly everything was white. Harsh light was streaming in from all around him. Blind, the man covered his eyes to adjust. When he opened them again, he was within the sanitary walls of an institution. A nurse was standing nearby, holding a set of mint scrubs.
“You need to get dressed.”
“What? No, I don’t belong here-”
“You need to get dressed.”
“Where’s Sarah?” She had just been there. He had just been…and Axel? He’d rather be back and deal with them than stay here. The nurse cocked her head to the side slightly, a certain sadness creeping across her face.
“Oh Tom, you know they’re gone.”
“What do you mean?”
“You need to get dressed.”
Angry, he rushed foreword but she was gone in the blink of an eye. Vanished, and he was wearing the uniform. A cheap nametag had been embroidered into the right pocket.
“Tom Hanniger. Room 147.”
Suddenly, he knew what she would have said.
They were dead.
A chill ran down his back and the hair on his neck raised. Shifting, he turned slowly to face Harry who was standing in the door that had somehow moved to the other side of the room. It was dark but that damn light from his helmet was blinding him like a spotlight. Startled, Tom made a small noise and moved to back away but he couldn’t move. He was stuck to the spot and Harry was walking right towards him with that bright light. His heavy breathing filled the room, falling with the sound of his boots as he advanced. It felt like they echoed, like they were too much to be made by one man and blood was everywhere.
“What do you want?” Tom whispered, but there was no reply. Instead, they came to stand face to face.
A pair of arms grabbed him from behind. Sarah had come from the other side of the room to wrap her arms tightly around Tom’s shoulders. Harry stood silent as she tugged him--as if that would keep him safe. Not impressed, the shadows grew around the room and turned into ropes of thick black smoke.
He advanced again, raising his pickaxe and plunged it straight through Sarah’s chest.
“No-”
Tom tried to move but he was thrown to the floor in pain. His wrist was on fire, the beads of his bracelet burning into his flesh with a grotesque sizzle. He fell over and Harry loomed above him. No one could see, but he smiled as he dropped Sarah’s bloody heart next to Tom’s face. It splattered across him, across the walls, the floor, the ceiling, the piles of bodies in the room.
When had they--
Everyone he had ever known were thrown around the room in heaps. Their dead eyes all turned, focusing on him with cold judgment. Everyone he'd ever known was lying around him dead and the blood was running together like some kind of sick river as it dyed everything crimson, soaking him to the bone and it's his fault his fault it's all his fault. His head hurt and his wrist was burning but he couldn’t claw it off. The thing was just sinking deeper and deeper into his skin and he was screaming as everything fell into a blurry mess.--Sarah, Axel, Eileen, Rosa, Alex, Claire, Roxas, Burke, Faris, Selene, Ada, Regina--His head was swimming and nothing made sense anymore besides the piles of bodies and Harry standing above him with the truth. A bottle of pills fell to the floor and shattered. His father’s voice rang out across the room. A woman screamed and police sirens began to wail. Flashing lights and blood so deep and warm that he almost choked and Harry was still standing over him with deranged satisfaction.
“You can’t stop me forever, Tommy.”
It was all his fault and he knew it. Everything was his fault. It always had been. He was the one that forgot to bleed the lines. He was the one that let people use the mine for a party. He was the one that ran away. He was the one that couldn’t take the pressure and sickness and pain. He was the one to get dragged off and it was his own fucking fault that he came back. The light and noise met his grief like a punch to the stomach as it came together. The world was tossing in and out of focus and it hurt but above all else it was True. It was his fault his fault HIS FAULT and nothing would ever change that.