Nightmare # Many

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Ever since the temporal anomalies, Deimonea's been nowhere to be seen. At least in the waking. She's been prowling the dreams of C.O., seeking to make heads or tails out of it all. She's learned something very, very important. There is no Dream Queen here.

The very night this discovery is made, there is a sudden plague of nightmares. Many of them drawn from your fears, but others're just strange. Experimental pieces designed to see what kind of reactions and mental states they might cause.

((OOC: Might want to check Deimonea's permissions post. If you don't want a custom-engineered nightmare, you can just get a really random and bizarre experimental one that might not even be that scary, even if it kinda hurts the brain.))

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[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

(One nightmare later, she sits BOLT UPRIGHT.)

...No. Couldn't be...

(She tries to settle down and go back to sleep... after putting on a S.Qu.I.D. barette.)

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This Deimonea shows no restraint, or expectation that anyone will catch her. She pulls Anna straight back into the web of her nightmare, subtly shifting parameters around and... observing.

The nightmare revolves around horrific warping of the people Anna knows. Sleeping even as they transform into the worst looking Nightmares.

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

Yes and no... I wonder if...

(she turns around and opens a chest, inlaid with jade. Wait, was that there before?

Inside is a Chinese repeating crossbow.)

Yes and no. I know you're screwing with my dreams, whoever you are. Show yourself!

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And she does, with a smirk.

So you're a Lucid Dreamer.

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

"Love is my weapon, Trust is my Armor." Ringing any bells, Nightmare?

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You think that crap'll protect you or something?

There is no sign of recognition in her voice.

[in-laquetti.livejournal.com]

[While Deimonea is still traveling from one dream to another, a voice starts calling to her. It's strange that another voice should appear let alone directly call her. After all, she should have been the only person with the power that she has.]

While everyone is sleeping, here you are, running about and toying with your agents' dreams... That's not very councilor-like of you.

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Sudden spin toward the voice.

Another Dream? No, you must be a powerful Dreamer...

..What are you?

[in-laquetti.livejournal.com]

[The voice refrains from showing itself. Its form is shrouded in darkness, but its presence can most certainly be felt.]

I am human. Dream or Dreamer, it all relates back to humans even in your world. Humans craft the dreams and beings like you are born.

So, what does a product of humans think she's doing, wandering around dreams like this?

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Eating. And experimenting.

[in-laquetti.livejournal.com]

So, your actions aren't just for the sake of necessity, but also pleasure.

It seems like nightmares have an inherently sadistic nature. Hah, to have you running about in this place... I feel sorry for the poor Dreamers.

1/2

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Haha, yes. But I'm also learning from it.

2/2

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You going to try to stop me?

[onlyatrainkillr.livejournal.com]

[Even with being a kid again, he still had his memories and his mindset. Snake tried to resist falling asleep despite his current body's lower endurance, but he kept nodding off, stifling a little yawn before faceplanting into a book]

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(Such a prime one. The things in his mind...)

Snake dreams. The shadows under his bed stretch longer and longer, reaching for him. He has a handgun in his hand.

[onlyatrainkillr.livejournal.com]

[He tried to see what bed he was in, it was always his first check in these unaware dreams, a reflex gained from a less then steady childhood. The child looked at the gun, so huge in his tiny hands, so small against those shadows - those lurking, stretching things under his bed. He pointed it at the shadows, scared and unsure]

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It is unclear whose bed, or where. The only clear thing is the shadows are growing larger.

[onlyatrainkillr.livejournal.com]

[He shut his eyes, then force them open, remembering basic, the trigger is squeezed, familiar, warm - intimate, assuring. And he started to shoot at the shadows]

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They fall. Easily. But more rise up. And the fallen ones... have familiar silhouettes. Every Shadow Snake shoots is someone he knows.

[micro-icarus.livejournal.com]

Ed's gotten pretty lucky with the time nonsense so far. At least it hadn't changed him, and they would fix the gates sooner or later.

For now. Time for bed!

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A familiar, warm voice calls Ed out of bed. The voice of his mother.

[micro-icarus.livejournal.com]

At no point does this seem strange. Ed gets up to look for her and show her the toy horsie he made with the alchemy he's learning from the books in dad's study.

[metrossity.livejournal.com]

Megamind is completely exhausted from being old, spending far too long working on that machine, getting young again, and STILL more work on the machine. In fact, he passes out on his workbench amid schematics, parts, and a vast array of snack cakes.

Sweet dreams, Megamind.

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Slowly, Megamind and his workbench is sinking into the floor.

AWGAWD LOVECRAFTIAN ICON :O

[metrossity.livejournal.com]

He doesn't even notice until the movement makes the chair wobble. And then the table, which he had previously thought nice and solid. His eyes snap open and the first thing he's aware of, other than the wobbling, is the fact that he cannot move. He can hardly breathe. He struggles to lift his head, his arm, even his hand.

What...? No.... NO....