|| Dream 3 ||
Warnings: Violence and child abuse.
Dream effects: The dream takes place as if you're looking through Tsukasa's eyes. As for effects, confusing that gives way to heartache, that gives way to fear and a choking sensation and pain.
[The dream starts when he opens his eyes. There's a moment of confusion, and Tsukasa realizes he's in a child's room, books scattered across the floor and papers stacked in a pile. They look like homework papers, but when he picks them up and tries to look at the name on them, that field is blank.
A videotape in a box, the cover worn and faded, lies on the desk. Tsukasa picks it up and presses a hand to the black and white picture on the cover. "Mother..." He shudders, and clutches a hand to his chest. It hurts to think about... why was she... "Poor mother... all alone..."
There's a crash, and the door slams open. The stench of alcohol assaults him, and Tsukasa backs up from the large, imposing man. Most of what he says is obscured by the sound of static, but the intent is clear.
"... brat... should have never been born... ungrateful..."
Tsukasa tries to cast a spell, any spell, but nothing's working. He backs up against the wall, and the man grabs him by the throat and lifts him up. He struggles, kicking and trying to break free -
(cantbreathecantbreathecantbreathe)
- until he's thrown against another wall, his body exploding in pain, his limbs twitching and useless. The man walks up to him, kicking Tsukasa in the side, hard enough for him to start coughing, with flecks of red in the spittle.
"Worthless brat. You should have never been born..."]
[Tsukasa stares at the screen with a rather broken expression. Then it turns to anger, as he cuts the recording off.]
Dream effects: The dream takes place as if you're looking through Tsukasa's eyes. As for effects, confusing that gives way to heartache, that gives way to fear and a choking sensation and pain.
[The dream starts when he opens his eyes. There's a moment of confusion, and Tsukasa realizes he's in a child's room, books scattered across the floor and papers stacked in a pile. They look like homework papers, but when he picks them up and tries to look at the name on them, that field is blank.
A videotape in a box, the cover worn and faded, lies on the desk. Tsukasa picks it up and presses a hand to the black and white picture on the cover. "Mother..." He shudders, and clutches a hand to his chest. It hurts to think about... why was she... "Poor mother... all alone..."
There's a crash, and the door slams open. The stench of alcohol assaults him, and Tsukasa backs up from the large, imposing man. Most of what he says is obscured by the sound of static, but the intent is clear.
"... brat... should have never been born... ungrateful..."
Tsukasa tries to cast a spell, any spell, but nothing's working. He backs up against the wall, and the man grabs him by the throat and lifts him up. He struggles, kicking and trying to break free -
(cantbreathecantbreathecantbreathe)
- until he's thrown against another wall, his body exploding in pain, his limbs twitching and useless. The man walks up to him, kicking Tsukasa in the side, hard enough for him to start coughing, with flecks of red in the spittle.
"Worthless brat. You should have never been born..."]
[Tsukasa stares at the screen with a rather broken expression. Then it turns to anger, as he cuts the recording off.]