snowblindrpg | Event: Beautiful Dreamer

Event: Beautiful Dreamer

Characters: Anyone participating in the Beautiful Dreamer event
Location Dreams
Date: Morning 117 - Night 119
Summary: Dreaming, and traveling in dreams.
Warnings: Surreality, altered consciousness, reality warping, general horror warnings. Please note in the subject line if your thread has any specific warnings!

NOTE: Make sure to include the IC day your dream is taking place!

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[As soon as Frisk feels the tendrils they jerk, trying to keep at least their wrists free. Darkness isn't something they're scared of, nor the shadowy being that was Sora, but being bound? That unnerved them more than a bit. They can't dodge if they can't move.]

Destiny is something you choose. It doesn't look like he chose that. It looked like you were making him.

[The heartless jerked back as Frisk fought back against being bound, glowing eyes narrowing as it dropped to all fours and started to slink around the child.]

Making him? That boy is destined to be a vessel for darkness. That's been his role from the beginning.

[The silver haired young man chuckled darkly and slowly held a hand out. The heartless shuddered then man to lunge at Frisk, swiping with both sets of claws.]

But did he choose?

[You never answered their question, freaky dude.

Of course, Frisk doesn't have the chance to follow up. Red light bursts from their chest - a vibrant, glowing red heart. But it doesn't mean their death. Quite the opposite. And they realize what it means, and skip back back arms lifting up - one to shield their face, the other to shield their soul.

The stumble on the landing, dropping their arms so they can see if there's any followup.]

You don't have to listen to him! You can choose for yourself, I promise!

[The only answer you're going to get is a smirk, Frisk, before the man seems to disappear in a swirl of shadows.

The heartless is momentarily distracted by the appearance of the glowing heart. It's claws flex then it reaches out to try and grab the heart, stretching it's arms out in it's attempts.

But then the being the heart came from is talking and the heartless jerks backwards, drawing it's arms back in and staring at the being. How? How? Choose..choose what? The heartless twitches, head going one way then the other before it hops closer to Frisk and for a moment, for a quick moment, those yellow eyes flicker blue.]

[Ugh, what a jerk. Frisk... actually spares half a second for an eyeroll before returning their thoughts to the fight at hand.

Just in time that they see that. They see that. The brief flicker of confusion, reluctance. And there's confidence now, it's cautious, almost reluctant after having been absent for so long. But this is something they know how to do.

They lift their hands slowly, keeping their palms out and open.]

You don't want to fight me, right? You didn't want to. That's what that guy told you to do, right?

It's okay.

[The heartless drops to all fours again, sinking low to the ground as it peers at the young being. It hears those words, it's obviously listening but--

Fight. Fight. Need hearts.

It's the driving force of what the heartless is and it's hard to fight the urges. It's entire body twitches and then it shudders. Shudders and starts to dissolve into the shadows making up the floor. The glow of it's eyes is the last thing visible before that light disappears as well, leaving Frisk in a fading darkness...

And then it's warm. And there's no longer a hard surface under their feet but sand. Warm sand and cool water lapping at the shore.

Several feet away Sora rests on his knees, the young man hunched over with his forehead pressed against the sand.]

[They reach a hand out as Sora sinks down into darkness, mouth opening to call out for him- but it's too late. He's disappeared. He could come back though, and so they stay on alert, eyes sweeping the darkness around them-

Oh. Now they're somewhere else. They ease out of their tense posture, as their heart slowly sinks back into their ribcage. Gently rubbing the spot where it vanished, Frisk glances around, wondering if they were in a new dream. But no, wait! There's the other boy right there. Looking like himself again.

They waste only enough time to hurriedly pull off their socks and shoes before jogging over, their feet kicking up sand behind them.]

You're okay!

[As Frisk gets closer they'll see that Sora is trembling, his shoulders wracking with muffled sobs as his fists clench weakly in the sand.]

I can't..I can't do it. I can't--

[He shakes his head and it's as if he doesn't even hear Frisk, a shuddering breath being taken before it falls apart in another sob.]

Riku..Kairi...

Hey.

[They drop down to their knees next to him, gently reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder.]

You'r okay. You're not alone. [They hesitate.] Those... are your friends?

[They seemed to people he cared about, at least.]

I can't find them, though! I can't--they aren't here!

[He doesn't pull away from the touch, far too lost in his own emotions to wonder about who this strange individual is.

The young man does, however, manage to slowly push himself up as he takes a shuddering breath, looking over at Frisk.]

Please I..something must have happened.

[Frisk nods firmly, trusting his judgement in that regard. But they're not gonna leave either.]

We'll go look for them together. If they're not here... they gotta be somewhere else, right?

[And it's a dream, so going somewhere else shouldn't be too hard.]

[Relief floods Sora's face and he doesn't hesitate to throw his arms around the other in a hug.]

Thank you! Thank you so much!

[Already the scenery around them is starting to shifting, the beach melting away--the warmth of the sun fading into something cooler as a large castle appears beyond Sora, rising up into the darkness.]

They have to be somewhere nearby!

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