[Closed] > John and Vriska: Hallucin8.
who ; John Egbert and Vriska Serket (LATER: Sollux Captor, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Three-Eight and WHOEVER ELSE SHOWS UP OKAY I'LL EDIT THIS LATER :T)
what ; Herping, derping, hallucinating that your dead spidermom is on the station. The usual. Followed by ill-advised rescue attempts, oh boy!
where ; Team Godhoodie apartment, Zone R08
when ; 04 March
warning(s) ; Swearing, mentions of violence, ALL THE CRAZY.
Vriska had a problem.
More accurately, Vriska had - of course - all the problems. All of them. She had a headache, she couldn't concentrate on anything and ever since that douchebag human had decided that bleeding out over the network was a good idea, she'd been having nightmares about her own death.
Then she'd woken up a few hours ago only to find her room covered in spiderwebs. Which had been startling enough even before the far-too-familiar voice had started crooning into her ear.
(Vriska, my darling, I've missed you soooooooo much. And I'm soooooooo hungry. Won't you be a dear and get your mother a snack?)
It made no sense. Spidermom was dead (she'd died twice, Vriska reminded herself, twice). Spidermom couldn't talk (except when she was a sprite, and sprites didn't need to eat. Did they? Oh god). Spidermom couldn't possibly fit inside Vriska's little apartment (but the spiderwebs and the rustling and the whispering said otherwise). It was impossible.
Best to just ignore the entire situation.
(Don't ignore me, Vriska. I'm simply famished.)
(Are you listening to me?)
(I don't want to have to shout at you, dearest. Just a little snack. That's all I want.)
(Such a tasty morsel you live with. Perhaps he would be suitable. Just a taste, darling...)
Oh god.
Forcing any tremors of panic to the back of her mind, Vriska stumbled out of her room. God, if John could hear that he'd be freaking out...
"John? Hey, uh. Uh. John? Are you okay?"
(Oh god where was he had she eaten him already oh god oh god oh man oh god)
what ; Herping, derping, hallucinating that your dead spidermom is on the station. The usual. Followed by ill-advised rescue attempts, oh boy!
where ; Team Godhoodie apartment, Zone R08
when ; 04 March
warning(s) ; Swearing, mentions of violence, ALL THE CRAZY.
Vriska had a problem.
More accurately, Vriska had - of course - all the problems. All of them. She had a headache, she couldn't concentrate on anything and ever since that douchebag human had decided that bleeding out over the network was a good idea, she'd been having nightmares about her own death.
Then she'd woken up a few hours ago only to find her room covered in spiderwebs. Which had been startling enough even before the far-too-familiar voice had started crooning into her ear.
(Vriska, my darling, I've missed you soooooooo much. And I'm soooooooo hungry. Won't you be a dear and get your mother a snack?)
It made no sense. Spidermom was dead (she'd died twice, Vriska reminded herself, twice). Spidermom couldn't talk (except when she was a sprite, and sprites didn't need to eat. Did they? Oh god). Spidermom couldn't possibly fit inside Vriska's little apartment (but the spiderwebs and the rustling and the whispering said otherwise). It was impossible.
Best to just ignore the entire situation.
(Don't ignore me, Vriska. I'm simply famished.)
(Are you listening to me?)
(I don't want to have to shout at you, dearest. Just a little snack. That's all I want.)
(Such a tasty morsel you live with. Perhaps he would be suitable. Just a taste, darling...)
Oh god.
Forcing any tremors of panic to the back of her mind, Vriska stumbled out of her room. God, if John could hear that he'd be freaking out...
"John? Hey, uh. Uh. John? Are you okay?"
(Oh god where was he had she eaten him already oh god oh god oh man oh god)