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towerofanimus2012-04-02 08:25 am
wwaterboy) wrote in towerofanimus2012-04-02 08:25 am
Entry tags:
Vviolent blood
Characters: Hemostuck!Eridan, Taiki, AU Ven, Eraqus, AND ANYONE ELSE
Setting: Room 2-18 and in the Cafeteria once Eridan leaves
Format: I'm starting with prose, but I'll follow your preferences
Summary: Eridan got his wish. He should really have been careful what to wish for.
Warnings: Gross horrible things. Eridan going shithive without a moirail! Welcome to the tower, Eraqus!
Room 2-18
The cooling slickness of blood on his skin is the first thing he feels when he wakes up. He shifts, rolling over on the normally dry rectangle, and his sleep-muddled brain first wonders if maybe he managed to get hold of some sopor after all, only it's shitty stuff, not doing a thing with the nightmares.
He opens his eyes and sits up, confusion turning to utter horror when he sees first the colour of the blood on his hands and body - he's completely covered with it - and then the monstrosity lying at the foot of his bed.
"Fef, oh god, Fef!" And as he lunges for his moirail, gathering her still-warm, vaguely moving body to his chest, he lets out a piercing wail that goes on and on and on.
Cafeteria
It's their fault, he knows it. The people who run this tower have to pay.
And there's only one place Eridan knows where he can get to someone who isn't a prisoner in the tower, but one of them. They're not important people, not even smart, but maybe he can get to the perpetrators through them. Surely they'll tell him something.
"Tell me howw to get to someone wwho runs this place!" he snarls at one of the drones who work in the cafeteria kitchen. He has it on its knees, holding it by the hair, and his oyster shelling knife is at its throat.
It only shakes its head dumbly and he nearly decapitates it with a quick slash of his knife, adding crimson red blood to the tyrian covering his face and clothes.
And he goes after the next one, teeth bared. "Tell me! Or you'll end up like the first!"
Setting: Room 2-18 and in the Cafeteria once Eridan leaves
Format: I'm starting with prose, but I'll follow your preferences
Summary: Eridan got his wish. He should really have been careful what to wish for.
Warnings: Gross horrible things. Eridan going shithive without a moirail! Welcome to the tower, Eraqus!
Room 2-18
The cooling slickness of blood on his skin is the first thing he feels when he wakes up. He shifts, rolling over on the normally dry rectangle, and his sleep-muddled brain first wonders if maybe he managed to get hold of some sopor after all, only it's shitty stuff, not doing a thing with the nightmares.
He opens his eyes and sits up, confusion turning to utter horror when he sees first the colour of the blood on his hands and body - he's completely covered with it - and then the monstrosity lying at the foot of his bed.
"Fef, oh god, Fef!" And as he lunges for his moirail, gathering her still-warm, vaguely moving body to his chest, he lets out a piercing wail that goes on and on and on.
Cafeteria
It's their fault, he knows it. The people who run this tower have to pay.
And there's only one place Eridan knows where he can get to someone who isn't a prisoner in the tower, but one of them. They're not important people, not even smart, but maybe he can get to the perpetrators through them. Surely they'll tell him something.
"Tell me howw to get to someone wwho runs this place!" he snarls at one of the drones who work in the cafeteria kitchen. He has it on its knees, holding it by the hair, and his oyster shelling knife is at its throat.
It only shakes its head dumbly and he nearly decapitates it with a quick slash of his knife, adding crimson red blood to the tyrian covering his face and clothes.
And he goes after the next one, teeth bared. "Tell me! Or you'll end up like the first!"
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She'll come back, right? And so will he, that's the way it--
Her vertebrae crack, the noise sickeningly final, and the collar cuts through her spinal cord. Willow slumps to the ground in a cold fall, dead.]
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