Is This Home?

[animusmods]

Characters: anyone who got sent "home", anyone going to rescue them
Setting: your world?
Format: any
Summary: Post your nightmare world! Travel to other nightmare worlds! Save people from nightmare worlds!
Warnings: general angst/horror warnings for now

There's a bright flash of light and a screech of sound before you pop back into existence in familiar territory. Maybe something's off about it, though...

Comments

they can be emo together y/n/duck?

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Ventus had noticed the new door. While he was wary about the note on it, it stirred something in him. Something that he would normally push down and lock away out of fear. The desire to help, to do something. That maybe it would be OK to try and save someone though, help instead of hiding away from people. A glance around and Ventus nodded then pushed on the door and headed...

...straight into that blackness and he froze, eyes wide. "NO!"

Never mind that it was darker than what he'd been kept in, it was still darkness and that was fear/pain/terror/choking/Unversed. 15 days of freedom could not erase 6mths worth of psychological trauma at his Other's hands.

All thoughts of trying to rescue anyone flew from his head as he cringed back, expecting the very worst. "No...."

oh geez don't bring donald in to this

[lamentless]

The other blonde was curled up in a ball, heedless to the world around him. He almost stirred, head lulling towards the source of the cries for a moment, before lapsing back in to oppressive sleep.

It was just too heavy for him to stay awake.

... /offers rubber duck?

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It takes along time for Ventus really calm down; even then it's questionable at best. It was dark - blacker than black. Even suiting up into his armour didn't help - though the tower collar did stick out like a sore thumb around it. Ventus just froze even after that, expecting a reprimand of sort to leap out at him.

Nothing came of course. Nothing physical anyway. Psychologically... was a whole different ball game and Ventus would swear black and blue that he felt that collar tighten to the point he he was forced into shallow breaths. Not the tower one of course, the one under it.

Another pause, then a swallow - painful given the trick his mind was playing on him - and he was moving forth. "..Hello?"

...His voice sounded louder than ever and it was only a whisper, muffled by the helmet. "...a-any... an-anyone? Please..."