twelfth experiment
[ACTION; somewhere in town]
[When Mao got himself some mushrooms a day ago, it wasn't with the intention of eating them. Oh, no, he was going to experiment on them. Unfortunately he left them out in the open where the drone!mom could get to it and use it in his food.]
[At first, it seems as if nothing's wrong to him, as if he's still in Mayfield and it's another ordinary morning. Then, suddenly, the sky warps, turning blood-red. Suburban houses suddenly grow, expand until they are towering over him. Drones crossing the street turn into demons, monsters and Prinnies.
His breath hitches in his throat. He's home, at last.
And then suddenly, everyone turns to look at him, suspicion, blame, malice reflected in their eyes.
'Why did you come back?' they say, their voices melting as one, achingly familiar voice. 'It's your fault, Mao.']
...dad?!
[Then, another voice pipes up.
'It's always your fault,' his rival says, coming forward with a donation box in her hands. Her eyes are full of spite as she speaks. 'You're always causing trouble. We're better off without you.'
'It's your fault,' the crowd intones in his father's voice. 'Your fault!'
He stares at her, shaking ever so slightly. Dammit, dammit, dammit, this is wrong, they're wrong, Beryl's wrong, just stop already!]
Stop it! Stop lying!
['Running away again, are you?' a familiar voice asks, and his blood practically freezes at it. He knows that voice, and would really rather wish he never had to hear it again if he had a choice in the matter. 'Aww, poor you. Come on, run, run as far as you can. Running away makes it better, doesn't it?'
He grits his teeth, draws his sword and turns to slice into his lookalike--
And suddenly the scene changes, and they're standing in space, the other him grinning cruelly as he reaches out to grab him.
'You can run, but you can't ever hide,' he hisses, and then shifts into a familiar, chiseled figure, his clothes stained with blood.
'I've waited so long, and this is what I get?!' Super Hero Aurum snarls. '200 years, wasted on you! Was that spark I saw all those years before just that? You're a weak little brat, Mao, and you'll never change.']
You coward, you're lying! [He holds his sword ready, then charges.]
[For those watching, though, Mao is interacting not with people, but with various inanimate objects, and probably even thin air.
Then he turns toward you, yells something about lying, and charges forward.
Think fast.]
[When Mao got himself some mushrooms a day ago, it wasn't with the intention of eating them. Oh, no, he was going to experiment on them. Unfortunately he left them out in the open where the drone!mom could get to it and use it in his food.]
[At first, it seems as if nothing's wrong to him, as if he's still in Mayfield and it's another ordinary morning. Then, suddenly, the sky warps, turning blood-red. Suburban houses suddenly grow, expand until they are towering over him. Drones crossing the street turn into demons, monsters and Prinnies.
His breath hitches in his throat. He's home, at last.
And then suddenly, everyone turns to look at him, suspicion, blame, malice reflected in their eyes.
'Why did you come back?' they say, their voices melting as one, achingly familiar voice. 'It's your fault, Mao.']
...dad?!
[Then, another voice pipes up.
'It's always your fault,' his rival says, coming forward with a donation box in her hands. Her eyes are full of spite as she speaks. 'You're always causing trouble. We're better off without you.'
'It's your fault,' the crowd intones in his father's voice. 'Your fault!'
He stares at her, shaking ever so slightly. Dammit, dammit, dammit, this is wrong, they're wrong, Beryl's wrong, just stop already!]
Stop it! Stop lying!
['Running away again, are you?' a familiar voice asks, and his blood practically freezes at it. He knows that voice, and would really rather wish he never had to hear it again if he had a choice in the matter. 'Aww, poor you. Come on, run, run as far as you can. Running away makes it better, doesn't it?'
He grits his teeth, draws his sword and turns to slice into his lookalike--
And suddenly the scene changes, and they're standing in space, the other him grinning cruelly as he reaches out to grab him.
'You can run, but you can't ever hide,' he hisses, and then shifts into a familiar, chiseled figure, his clothes stained with blood.
'I've waited so long, and this is what I get?!' Super Hero Aurum snarls. '200 years, wasted on you! Was that spark I saw all those years before just that? You're a weak little brat, Mao, and you'll never change.']
You coward, you're lying! [He holds his sword ready, then charges.]
[For those watching, though, Mao is interacting not with people, but with various inanimate objects, and probably even thin air.
Then he turns toward you, yells something about lying, and charges forward.
Think fast.]