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[if you're wondering what Neku's nightmares consist of, they're pretty vanilla compared to some of the trauma going around. he's had a rough night of dreaming that he's back in Shibuya's Game, again, and his dream-partner is in the middle of screaming just before the two of them get Erased -- when he wakes up.
-- in...fog? that's different. it's tolerable. it's kind of creepy, but it's not nothingness (which is what he figures being Erased must be like, fate-worse-than-death and all). he still has a physical self (good thing it's foggy, or the way he grabbed stupidly at his own face and torso just to be sure would be embarrassing). he's sitting in fog which probably doesn't exist in nowhere, and he's got solid ground under him, familiar streets --
hold up.
his heart is pounding only a little too hard when he looks down, barely able to see his hand on the ground from where he's sitting, but he can feel street and he wasn't in the street a second ago -- maybe he just forgot going to town. that's it. that has ot be it, right.
... maybe he's gone home. but this much fog in Shibuya wouldn't empty the streets, and he'd probably be dead (ha) from sitting in the middle of one like this during rush hour, and -- the stupid Pokégear. his team. if he searches his pockets (which he does, frantically), and he finds them (which he does, with a wave of relief he won't admit to having -- but after that dream he doesn't want to go back...) then he's still in Johto.
still surrounded by stupid fighting pets. still here. he stands up, frowning at the street and wondering where he even is -- where everyone he was with is, for that matter --]
Ow--! Son of a-- [he freezes. sharp pain in his hand has never meant anything good, and he slowly lifts it to his face to stare at the red numbers, blinking cruelly at him, unpleasantly clear through the fog -- shit. shit shit shit this isn't supposed to happen what's going on.
slowly, the realization that the Game has gotten itself to Johto falls into his mind. it doesn't make sense and he knows it doesn't but he can't get rid of the thought and the time is on his hand and he needs to find someone to partner with where is everyone --
he nearly breaks the Pokégear in half as he pulls it open and slams a button.]
[when the video comes on, Neku is not happy. he looks, at first glance, more pissed off than he has ever been since getting to Johto -- and if you look a little closer, he's using this anger to mask feeling really, really upset.]
--Guys. Guys, if anyone has -- if you have a number on your hand, you're not safe. You need to find a partner and stay with them before the Noise -- the Pokémon -- come after you. If you don't, you'll -- [sajkngf things he doesn't want to think about] -- just trust me, find someone and stay with them.
[ooc: SOOOO UHHH Neku is hallucinating Johto as a weird mix of ... Johto and Shibuya's Game. so he'll be screaming about partners and Pokénoise attacking and he will see a timer on your hand even when you don't. :|b all the other nightmares I thought of were boring
tl;dr events remind Neku that his canon is a little traumatic when you get past the friendship and the fashion.]
-- in...fog? that's different. it's tolerable. it's kind of creepy, but it's not nothingness (which is what he figures being Erased must be like, fate-worse-than-death and all). he still has a physical self (good thing it's foggy, or the way he grabbed stupidly at his own face and torso just to be sure would be embarrassing). he's sitting in fog which probably doesn't exist in nowhere, and he's got solid ground under him, familiar streets --
hold up.
his heart is pounding only a little too hard when he looks down, barely able to see his hand on the ground from where he's sitting, but he can feel street and he wasn't in the street a second ago -- maybe he just forgot going to town. that's it. that has ot be it, right.
... maybe he's gone home. but this much fog in Shibuya wouldn't empty the streets, and he'd probably be dead (ha) from sitting in the middle of one like this during rush hour, and -- the stupid Pokégear. his team. if he searches his pockets (which he does, frantically), and he finds them (which he does, with a wave of relief he won't admit to having -- but after that dream he doesn't want to go back...) then he's still in Johto.
still surrounded by stupid fighting pets. still here. he stands up, frowning at the street and wondering where he even is -- where everyone he was with is, for that matter --]
Ow--! Son of a-- [he freezes. sharp pain in his hand has never meant anything good, and he slowly lifts it to his face to stare at the red numbers, blinking cruelly at him, unpleasantly clear through the fog -- shit. shit shit shit this isn't supposed to happen what's going on.
slowly, the realization that the Game has gotten itself to Johto falls into his mind. it doesn't make sense and he knows it doesn't but he can't get rid of the thought and the time is on his hand and he needs to find someone to partner with where is everyone --
he nearly breaks the Pokégear in half as he pulls it open and slams a button.]
[when the video comes on, Neku is not happy. he looks, at first glance, more pissed off than he has ever been since getting to Johto -- and if you look a little closer, he's using this anger to mask feeling really, really upset.]
--Guys. Guys, if anyone has -- if you have a number on your hand, you're not safe. You need to find a partner and stay with them before the Noise -- the Pokémon -- come after you. If you don't, you'll -- [sajkngf things he doesn't want to think about] -- just trust me, find someone and stay with them.
[ooc: SOOOO UHHH Neku is hallucinating Johto as a weird mix of ... Johto and Shibuya's Game. so he'll be screaming about partners and Pokénoise attacking and he will see a timer on your hand even when you don't. :|b all the other nightmares I thought of were boring
tl;dr events remind Neku that his canon is a little traumatic when you get past the friendship and the fashion.]