tick tock ♘ dream 01
Warning: Death.
Side Effects: A great deal of exhaustion, suddenly feeling so distressed and lethargic.
Everywhere he looked, nothing but death. He remembers it so clearly; the stench of blood, the way each body was torn and ripped apart, limbs tossed around and the whole building seem to be drenched in that blood red color. He couldn't breathe, he could barely keep his vision working, barely could keep moving forward. He didn't want this, he couldn't believe any of this was happening. A nightmare, it had to be a nightmare.
Why? Why was he doing this?
The person I so deeply care for, my own best friend went berserk and yet my heart was still denying it. Glen wouldn't do this! He wasn't that type of person! It's all running through his head as he even faced the young Baskerville, that stretch of a mad smirk on his lips with eyes wide. That look, he wasn't the Glen he knew. The kind, quiet fond kind of man that no one understood but him and Lacie. Even when his sword was drawn, facing him, he shouted;
"Please! Don't make me do this!"
He begged and begged.
- - -
"Master Vessalius?"
The broken figure of the so-claimed Hero now, sitting with his clothes are tattered and bloody. These wounds were all so fatal, he knew he didn't have that much longer to live. Those images were racing through his head even now, however. Jack was just so tired, so exhausted, he wanted to sleep.. to sleep and forget all of this. To wake up and realize it was nothing but a terrible nightmare. He'd wake up by the children, Gilbert and Vincent smiling up at him and visiting Glen just like any normal day.
What a naive thought.
"By using my body, you can seal Glen Baskerville away. Doing this will keep you safe. Please, do it." He didn't want it to happen again. He closed his eyes, the conversation slipping in and out, everything was too blurry and muffled out from that point on. Slowly and slowly mingling into darkness till everything dies out.
[Jack wakes up, breathless and almost in a sweaty fashion. He feels icy cold yet the weather.. A dream..? He feels like hiding away, a childish act. However, something feels weird. ..Different. Where was he..? He glances slowly around, realizing he had fallen asleep against a tree trunk. He's unaware that the dreamberry is on, nor does he notice he isn't exactly.. alive. Rather, it's almost as if he's transparent, a ghost. He does notice that he's covered in blood. ] This is..?
Side Effects: A great deal of exhaustion, suddenly feeling so distressed and lethargic.
Everywhere he looked, nothing but death. He remembers it so clearly; the stench of blood, the way each body was torn and ripped apart, limbs tossed around and the whole building seem to be drenched in that blood red color. He couldn't breathe, he could barely keep his vision working, barely could keep moving forward. He didn't want this, he couldn't believe any of this was happening. A nightmare, it had to be a nightmare.
Why? Why was he doing this?
The person I so deeply care for, my own best friend went berserk and yet my heart was still denying it. Glen wouldn't do this! He wasn't that type of person! It's all running through his head as he even faced the young Baskerville, that stretch of a mad smirk on his lips with eyes wide. That look, he wasn't the Glen he knew. The kind, quiet fond kind of man that no one understood but him and Lacie. Even when his sword was drawn, facing him, he shouted;
"Please! Don't make me do this!"
He begged and begged.
- - -
"Master Vessalius?"
The broken figure of the so-claimed Hero now, sitting with his clothes are tattered and bloody. These wounds were all so fatal, he knew he didn't have that much longer to live. Those images were racing through his head even now, however. Jack was just so tired, so exhausted, he wanted to sleep.. to sleep and forget all of this. To wake up and realize it was nothing but a terrible nightmare. He'd wake up by the children, Gilbert and Vincent smiling up at him and visiting Glen just like any normal day.
What a naive thought.
"By using my body, you can seal Glen Baskerville away. Doing this will keep you safe. Please, do it." He didn't want it to happen again. He closed his eyes, the conversation slipping in and out, everything was too blurry and muffled out from that point on. Slowly and slowly mingling into darkness till everything dies out.
[Jack wakes up, breathless and almost in a sweaty fashion. He feels icy cold yet the weather.. A dream..? He feels like hiding away, a childish act. However, something feels weird. ..Different. Where was he..? He glances slowly around, realizing he had fallen asleep against a tree trunk. He's unaware that the dreamberry is on, nor does he notice he isn't exactly.. alive. Rather, it's almost as if he's transparent, a ghost. He does notice that he's covered in blood. ] This is..?