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towerofanimus2012-09-11 02:49 pm
knightime) wrote in towerofanimus2012-09-11 02:49 pm
Entry tags:
No one's gonna fix me when I'm broke
Characters: Dave Strider, Shadow!Dave, and everyone else who wants to play
Setting: Some hallway on Floor 1
Format: Either
Summary: Dave finally catches on that the other Dave wandering around isn't an alternate timeline Dave, but his shadow. He confronts it in all the wrong ways. Cue boss fight.
Warnings: Obligatory shadows warning. Probably death. Probably nothing nice.
[It took a little hopping around, but Dave finally found where his shadow was. He was fairly pissed, considering they probably had spoken to plenty of his friends or acquaintances by now. He gripped the sword in his hand tightly. Just gotta kill it right? Then this could all go away.]
Man, what the fuck is your problem?
I don't know what you're talking about.
[Dave leaps at his shadow, sword at the ready, but fighting yourself proves to be difficult when they're just as fast and strong as you are.]
You sure as hell know. It would be nice if you didn't blather about inane bullshit.
But it isn't inane. You were too scared to talk about it, remember?
Oh hell no. Nothing you said was true. It's all a load of shit. You're a load of shit.
[There's some loud crashing and if you have the misfortune of being on the first floor of the dorm level, you might be seeing a lot more than you really want to see.
The figure was still the same size as Dave. But it was now surrounded by burning corpses, too damaged for anyone to identify. The shadow itself had peeling skin everywhere and a large gaping hole where the heart would be located. Floating over the hole are clock hands, slowly ticking off the seconds like an actual clock would. You probably don't have much time to stare though. You better either run or do something about it.
There's another crashing sound as Dave is sent into the nearest wall.]
Setting: Some hallway on Floor 1
Format: Either
Summary: Dave finally catches on that the other Dave wandering around isn't an alternate timeline Dave, but his shadow. He confronts it in all the wrong ways. Cue boss fight.
Warnings: Obligatory shadows warning. Probably death. Probably nothing nice.
[It took a little hopping around, but Dave finally found where his shadow was. He was fairly pissed, considering they probably had spoken to plenty of his friends or acquaintances by now. He gripped the sword in his hand tightly. Just gotta kill it right? Then this could all go away.]
Man, what the fuck is your problem?
I don't know what you're talking about.
[Dave leaps at his shadow, sword at the ready, but fighting yourself proves to be difficult when they're just as fast and strong as you are.]
You sure as hell know. It would be nice if you didn't blather about inane bullshit.
But it isn't inane. You were too scared to talk about it, remember?
Oh hell no. Nothing you said was true. It's all a load of shit. You're a load of shit.
[There's some loud crashing and if you have the misfortune of being on the first floor of the dorm level, you might be seeing a lot more than you really want to see.
The figure was still the same size as Dave. But it was now surrounded by burning corpses, too damaged for anyone to identify. The shadow itself had peeling skin everywhere and a large gaping hole where the heart would be located. Floating over the hole are clock hands, slowly ticking off the seconds like an actual clock would. You probably don't have much time to stare though. You better either run or do something about it.
There's another crashing sound as Dave is sent into the nearest wall.]
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He dodges them to the best of his ability, but it's not easy when the situation is just so fucking... fucked up. This thing isn't like anything he's ever fought before. This thing is just nasty. This thing is Dave. But it's not his Dave, which is the only consolation. He tries not to think too much on anything though, survival being his number one goal.
But that doesn't stop the arms from slicing into him every now and then, blood dripping from the wounds.]
Why don't you shut up and show me what you're goddamn made of? Or is that your goal, to talk me to death?
[As the thing approaches, he takes a step back. There's no fucking way he can get close to it with those fucking arms it keeps sending out. His heart's starting to hammer, because this is starting to seem unwinnable.
He finally turns his attention to Dave for a brief moment.]
You should get out of here.
[And he would only be saying that if he was certain there's no hope. Because if there was, he would be able to protect Dave. He wouldn't need to send him away.]
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[Because that would be cruel. But his shadow knows best! Maybe Dave will stop running away from it if everyone gets to experience it first hand.
And even if Dave wanted to leave, his shadow wouldn't let him. Even if Bro has its attention right now, there was no way it would give Dave enough time to escape. Not when the sole purpose of its existence was Dave in the first place
But hearing those words come out, Dave charged forward again, sword out. It looked like he was going to be able to close the distance between them, but the shadow slams another one of the burning corpses, sending Dave against the adjacent wall, laughing a bit.]
Just sit there for a moment. Bro and I are gonna play. [And the shadow starts towards Bro as soon as he says it.]