♘ : Dreamscape
Warnings: Childhood lessons?
Effects: Panic, sicosnipophobia
Privacy: None
Other: Mood music
They were everywhere. ShinRa Tower had been invaded. Even now, Sephiroth could hear their high-pitched chittering, the clack-clacking of steel against tile. Nowhere seemed safe from their overwhelming numbers.
His men scattered before him, some screaming as they were swarmed over. A swift gout of terror suddenly shook Sephiroth's gut, seeing their swarm steadily advancing, never once faltering no matter how many they disassembled. The "snickety-snickt-snickt" of their alien chirping almost driving him insane, he slashed frantically at the metallic wave, seeing it part almost magically to allow the blade's passing.
Backed against the far wall, Sephiroth found himself finally cornered for the first time in his life. Fear closed his throat, making breathing almost impossible. Icy cold horror began to overtake his muscles, locking his body in place. One of them advanced to perhaps six inches from his nose and made that damning sound again, "snickety-snickt-snickt" and he screamed.
Nevertheless, the mutated pair of scissors didn't hesitate, it chirriped to its swarm and the wave rushed forward, overcome with the irresistible hunger for pure flowing silver...
[...and Sephiroth woke, trembling in absolute terror. Shiva, but he absolutely hated, loathed and despised scissors!! Pure reflex had him pulling his long hair over a shoulder and fearfully inspecting the ends, making sure that had been a nightmare and nothing more. Finding everything intact, the General expelled a heavy trembling breath, flopping back on his bed in relief.]
Effects: Panic, sicosnipophobia
Privacy: None
Other: Mood music
They were everywhere. ShinRa Tower had been invaded. Even now, Sephiroth could hear their high-pitched chittering, the clack-clacking of steel against tile. Nowhere seemed safe from their overwhelming numbers.
His men scattered before him, some screaming as they were swarmed over. A swift gout of terror suddenly shook Sephiroth's gut, seeing their swarm steadily advancing, never once faltering no matter how many they disassembled. The "snickety-snickt-snickt" of their alien chirping almost driving him insane, he slashed frantically at the metallic wave, seeing it part almost magically to allow the blade's passing.
Backed against the far wall, Sephiroth found himself finally cornered for the first time in his life. Fear closed his throat, making breathing almost impossible. Icy cold horror began to overtake his muscles, locking his body in place. One of them advanced to perhaps six inches from his nose and made that damning sound again, "snickety-snickt-snickt" and he screamed.
Nevertheless, the mutated pair of scissors didn't hesitate, it chirriped to its swarm and the wave rushed forward, overcome with the irresistible hunger for pure flowing silver...
[...and Sephiroth woke, trembling in absolute terror. Shiva, but he absolutely hated, loathed and despised scissors!! Pure reflex had him pulling his long hair over a shoulder and fearfully inspecting the ends, making sure that had been a nightmare and nothing more. Finding everything intact, the General expelled a heavy trembling breath, flopping back on his bed in relief.]