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[ It's the middle of the night, and there's no one about on the coral, save for one. Her small figure is sitting on the coral-- just like it had been when she first arrived, curious and entranced by everything the underwater city had to offer.
Now she was curious again, but it was a morbid curiosity; there was blood on her hands-- purple blood and green blood mixing together and drying to form icky crust that would take forever to wash out of her clothes (thank goodness her shirt was black). Blood caked her skin and especially in her hair, where the source of the lifewater had come from, and that was where her fingers threaded-- through her hair, pressing gingerly on the wound that she knew had happened, yet no longer existed, warranting the question of whether this was even blood or not. She would have known, but paint on Alternia was essentially culled grubs, and the scent of the paint on Alternia matched the scent of the dried green on her. It was almost enough that she could trick herself into believing that yes, it really was just authentic Alternian paint, and she had simply..fallen into a can of it.
The only thing that kept her from taking this lie as the truth was the vivid memory of her own....
...death?
Could it even be called that?
She recalled Gamzee. She recalled the fight-- if you could call it that. She recalled the club, and remembered it swinging down on her. The mere recollection sent shivers down her spine, and she was cold and without a jacket to warm herself with.
Then, everything was fuzzy. She could no longer recall what happened, and when she was able to sense things again--
she was next to the coral, just as she had when she had first arrived, with no wounds or any sort of proof that she was in a fight at all, save for the paint.
At first, she tried to believe it was a dream. Perhaps she had just had a nightmare-- Ryoji was wrong, Vatheon didn't keep the Horrorterrors away-- but no, that couldn't be the case. Even the Horrorterrors were not as vivid as this "dream" had been. Besides, if it was a dream, then where had it begun? Did she fall asleep at the carnival? Did she see Sollux and then have a fit of narcolepsy?
Or had her stay here all been a dream? Was she still in the dream? Would she forever be stuck in a dream, unable to know whether it was really a dream or not?
Perhaps she was still back at the Veil, sleeping. The moon Derse had just exploded. The Horrorterrors would show her unpleasant dreams from then on. Perhaps, Vatheon was one big horrifying dream, a prank that the Horrorterrors had created.
Just for me, she thought, and was morbidly giddy about this-- they were very creative for being Horrorterrors, after all.
If it was a dream, Nepeta reasoned, then there was no harm in playing along. If it was not a dream, then perhaps she could figure out what had happened. If she had returned from being.. gone, then did that mean that she would have to see Gamzee again? Whatever happened to him in the first place?
Her first course of action had been climbing up onto the coral when she had awakened. Now, her next act would be this: Nepeta would pull out the oh-so-dreamily-familiar starfish, and type; ]
:33 < :OO
:33 < i...
:33 < wow...
:33 < i can s33 everything furrom here!!
:33 < is this a dream???? >:??
Now she was curious again, but it was a morbid curiosity; there was blood on her hands-- purple blood and green blood mixing together and drying to form icky crust that would take forever to wash out of her clothes (thank goodness her shirt was black). Blood caked her skin and especially in her hair, where the source of the lifewater had come from, and that was where her fingers threaded-- through her hair, pressing gingerly on the wound that she knew had happened, yet no longer existed, warranting the question of whether this was even blood or not. She would have known, but paint on Alternia was essentially culled grubs, and the scent of the paint on Alternia matched the scent of the dried green on her. It was almost enough that she could trick herself into believing that yes, it really was just authentic Alternian paint, and she had simply..fallen into a can of it.
The only thing that kept her from taking this lie as the truth was the vivid memory of her own....
...death?
Could it even be called that?
She recalled Gamzee. She recalled the fight-- if you could call it that. She recalled the club, and remembered it swinging down on her. The mere recollection sent shivers down her spine, and she was cold and without a jacket to warm herself with.
Then, everything was fuzzy. She could no longer recall what happened, and when she was able to sense things again--
she was next to the coral, just as she had when she had first arrived, with no wounds or any sort of proof that she was in a fight at all, save for the paint.
At first, she tried to believe it was a dream. Perhaps she had just had a nightmare-- Ryoji was wrong, Vatheon didn't keep the Horrorterrors away-- but no, that couldn't be the case. Even the Horrorterrors were not as vivid as this "dream" had been. Besides, if it was a dream, then where had it begun? Did she fall asleep at the carnival? Did she see Sollux and then have a fit of narcolepsy?
Or had her stay here all been a dream? Was she still in the dream? Would she forever be stuck in a dream, unable to know whether it was really a dream or not?
Perhaps she was still back at the Veil, sleeping. The moon Derse had just exploded. The Horrorterrors would show her unpleasant dreams from then on. Perhaps, Vatheon was one big horrifying dream, a prank that the Horrorterrors had created.
Just for me, she thought, and was morbidly giddy about this-- they were very creative for being Horrorterrors, after all.
If it was a dream, Nepeta reasoned, then there was no harm in playing along. If it was not a dream, then perhaps she could figure out what had happened. If she had returned from being.. gone, then did that mean that she would have to see Gamzee again? Whatever happened to him in the first place?
Her first course of action had been climbing up onto the coral when she had awakened. Now, her next act would be this: Nepeta would pull out the oh-so-dreamily-familiar starfish, and type; ]
:33 < :OO
:33 < i...
:33 < wow...
:33 < i can s33 everything furrom here!!
:33 < is this a dream???? >:??