[Dream + 06]
Heads up: Non-explicit violence and Cave Story spoilers?
[ooc: this whole dream is in first person, so you won’t be seeing anything much of Quote other than his hands or such.]
“Why, you!!” The cry rang out from the long grass, before the little mimiga leapt out of her hideout waving a stick at him. Not even allowed to think about hitting him with it, a small energy blast hit the poor girl on the face. “Eeeeeeeek! Save me, save me!” She flailed on the ground while he just stared at her pathetic form.
“…you’re not with the Doctor?”
…
“Oh! That pendant!” Toroko’s beady eyes gleamed as the tiny, fish-shaped object was shown to her, but she then looked to the side. “Well, I shouldn’t have it anymore.” The scene started to disappear to the vagueness of static. “King gets his ears all in a t a n g l e . . .”
The scene re-defined itself to show King’s small body crumpled on the ground, wounded but still breathing. Though, as urgent as the mimiga’s predicament was, the dreaming robot looked around to settle his sight on a matter of higher importance.
Groaning and looking pained, Toroko was sitting in the middle of the red flowers, shaking her head. The markings on her face were stretched, and she was much larger than before, larger than the observer himself, and her eyes, which used to be coal black, were red, red like the flower petals at her feet, an he knew what this meant, and it was with no hesitation that he drew his machine gun out.
He shot the little yellow flowers that sprouted about and Toroko, no matter how he knew that this was not her fault. He knew there was nothing else to do. Even as a blur of static changed the frenzied monster back to her puny little form, he kept on shooting. “Save me, save me!” He didn’t stop there, because he knew it was only a matter of time for her to go back to her killing rampage, and he had to stop her before she caused more hurt.
She cried for help, for King, for Arthur. The shooting didn’t stop, because he knew. Not until she stopped wailing and flailing and screaming. The machine gun came down once he sensed no more movement, once everything had gone quiet. When the dust settled, Toroko was lying just as mangled, more bloodied, than King. She could have almost been mistaken with a bunch of the demon flowers around her.
…
“I’m not with the Doctor.”
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Quote’s sleeping face remains untouched by emotion as the dream fades away. The only clue to whatever he may be feeling are his hands, pressed tightly against what would be his ears.