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Post by Neko on Dec 10, 2014 10:42:28 GMT
 Arms reached out above her- the chaos was growing. Her master- her owner- her creator was pleased. The clear white and misty grey with splatters of black pepper filled the world again as she hopped from one dream land to another. Dream Land was a realm where it had no form until people gave it life. Breathed into their form. As she walked from one to the next- her glee grew more and more! How could she not love the chaotic world around her? She was pleased- it made her body sing and her soul purr. Not that she really had a soul- but a mind that wished for her to cause chaos. To please her master- her owner- and the lord of all daddy issues as he called himself. “Desmond Walsh.” She murmured- seeing her next target pop to her mind.
It was as if words appeared in front of her eyes in red and blue as their greatest fears appeared in her soul craving to get out. What a cute little game – cute little fears that were small at first, but festered larger and larger. Clawing out of the small cracks in the ground to create craters of fear. Large canyons that were across the human landscape was like one’s mind if they let their fears suffer and hold them inside. Gouges started to frame on the inside- but more and more erosion to the point that the pretty landmark was the only thing left of the once human being. Desmond, to her, was one of the ones she was most pleased to play with. Deonte- Suzuko – now Desmond- then later others joined her list. She giggled shrilly at the thought as the world started to form around her.
A few twirls later- Sumner City started to outline itself, growing more and more, towering above the small girl in the black dress. Small threads of red and blue clawed itself together- almost twirling around her as it created more and more life- to what seemed like human beings that were lifelike enough to move around. Small- to large people, their different skin colors, their different accents floated in her ears- now able to give her much more power as the night went on. As more people fed her with anger, fear, greed, and their minds started to become those grand canyons- she grew more power to play with as she willed.
Around her appeared blatantly normal. Cars would drive by- people would walk around- the place to the right of her had an outside attachment to a little coffee shop that humans seemed to frequent. Brown neutral tones decorated the place and green logos were plastered annoyingly in every which way as foreign names sometimes splashed on their menus. The outside part of it was only a few tables with an umbrella over them- but the proxy thought it was the best. Hopping to the bench to traverse across the back- she jumped elegantly with a twirl onto the railing of the outside part of the café.
She finally hopped down- first on a chair, then on the ground as she took her spot. She hummed an absent tune as she reached out and tapped the air in front of her. A ripple appeared- cutting through the air- before a body formed across from her. “Desmond Walsh.” She chirped- her red eyes glowing inhumanly briefly as she kicked her feet out in front of her under the black tables. “I’ll cut to the point since I’ve played with so many other villains tonight that it feeds me quite well.”
“I am a proxy of Chaos. I will make you stronger, but you have to pass a standard first. Are you up for that?” A small laugh laced her voice. “Wait, let me answer for you. You’re doing this to entertain me. You just get a reward if you make it enough for me.” Leaning back a little- an inhuman grin appeared on her face- literally stretched from ear to ear- triangular teeth appearing for a second- before she looked more human once more. “So I’m going to count to ten. You might want a head start.” She giggled- though giving no description of the task she was going to give him.
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Post by Desmond Walsh on Dec 11, 2014 4:25:38 GMT
He didn’t remember falling asleep, but then, the bluette rarely remembered such a thing. He basically only slept when he absolutely had to. He preferred to spend his time staring at a computer screen. Sometimes he was doing his job, sometimes he was just chatting with people, sometimes he was playing games – it didn’t matter. These things were his preferences, and he would go without sleep for as long as he could to get them all done. But still, this dream was rather odd, wasn’t it? Was he at Starbucks? He couldn’t afford Starbucks.
“Desmond Walsh.”
His head jerked in the direction he heard his name from, his eyes falling on the woman – or was she a girl? – as she spoke to him. He felt uneasy. Something here was wrong, he could feel it. Her voice didn’t sound right, her facial expressions weren’t exactly right. Her eyes were glowing. He swallowed, listening to her closely as she spoke. Play with him? But why? He hadn’t heard anything from Chaos since he’d received his power – and a fat lot of help that rat had been anyway. He only called upon it when he absolutely had to, the thing couldn’t be trusted. As jaded as he was, Desmond didn’t even realize that the rat was simply a manifestation of some of his less savory traits.
His teeth bared slightly, however, as she went on to give him orders. Who the fuck was she to tell him what to do? He narrowed his eyes slightly, but he wasn’t so stupid or rash as to let the thoughts fall from his lips. And as that grin stretched unnaturally across her features, he found himself thankful that he hadn’t said anything. A bit of fear bubbled in his stomach, and he took a couple steps back. This was a dream. Right? Something like that, it had to be. So she couldn’t really hurt him… could she? His fingers flexed as his gaze remained trained on her.
“Wh-what?” He stuttered out when she told him she was going to give him a head start. A head start for what? Yeah, that would be nice to know. He stood around for a couple of seconds before he turned on his heel, knocking over a couple of chairs as his strides lengthened into a run. He wasn’t sure what she meant, or how to prepare for it, so he went with the first thing that came to mind. Usually you were given a head start in races, right? He continued to run down the side-walk, paying no mind to anyone he may have bumped into or knocked over. A prize, a reward. She had mentioned something like that. He wasn’t sure if any reward was really worth playing with her, though.
His pace was quick, but not a full on sprint. He was out of shape, sleep-deprived, and it had been at least twelve hours since he had eaten. He didn’t know if any of that really mattered in this place, but he wasn’t going to take the chance of exhausting himself. His head start was surely over by now, whatever that meant.
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Post by Neko on Dec 17, 2014 12:28:55 GMT
He could barely say a word! The proxy giggled- the sound shrill like a bird cry as it cut through what sounded like filtered noises in her ears. The humans were so bloody noisy no matter what they did. Bumbling predators too lazy and spoiled to find their food in their food dishes like the domesticated animals they catered to despite having little purpose but to soothe their tiny little minds. Desmond, reminded her of a mouse- as he stuttered and she was well aware of his rat-like insignia.
As she watched him run away- she tapped her fingers on the table idly- looking at them almost if they were foreign. She briefly searched through nightmares that Chaos was fond of- and found one particularly amusing. She wasn’t sure what they were called yet- but suddenly- everyone who was filler dolls in the world stopped. Frozen- jaws hung open- fingers froze- barely clutching inanimate objects. He would pass by man- noticing their rather vacant expressions and their even more vacant chest cavities- as none of them were actually breathing.
As he went further- the humans morphed- their skin turning almost a yellowish green color- before brown, almost as if they were decomposing where they stood. It was a rather drastic and horrifying sight- as some limbs dissolved faster than a blink- falling off the human-dolls as if they were long lost to dust and the age of dinosaurs. Zombies- they were called. She finally realized- holding out her hands in front of her to examine them. Creatures that were slow- and one bite would infect you. How a rather ridiculous idea started- the proxy had no idea. But a bunch of completely unreasonable stomachs wanting to murder people and cannibalize their own kind?
Perfect.
A wry grin stretched over her face as she clapped her hands together- the dolls now coming to life as zombies- as they surrounded the boy, getting closer and reaching out to him ominously. Eyes gone into black voids and noises that sounded as if someone was screaming over and over again chased him as he would try to find a way out of this endless maze. |
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Post by Desmond Walsh on Dec 23, 2014 7:42:21 GMT
He continued to run even though he was almost certain that his head start was over. It wasn’t like he was about to stop and wait for her to catch up to him or something. He was pretty sure she could probably teleport to him if she really wanted to – this wasn’t his world; it was hers. She was too confident for it to be any other way. He sucked in a deep breath, he could feel a catch forming in his side. This was why he hated running, but still he forced his feet to move until….
He came to an unsteady stop as he noticed everyone around him was behaving oddly. They were no longer going about their days like they had been. His bright blue eyes blinked in confusion, landing on one man in particular. The mouth was hanging open, and upon closer inspection he realized the man wasn’t breathing. His brows furrowed and he took several steps backward, running right into another person. As he turned to face them, a bit of a cry left his mouth as he watched their skin decompose. What the fuck?! He stumbled backward, tripping over one and falling flat on his ass.
His breaths were coming in sharp gasps as he tried to recapture his composure. No, no, no this wasn’t good at all! He felt bile rise to the back of his throat as he watched. He couldn’t turn away no matter how much he wanted to. Some sort of morbid impulse made him keep watching, which was probably a good thing, since he wasn’t taken unawares when they started to move toward him. He couldn’t help it – he screamed. Zombies weren’t very scary in movies, but like this? They smelled so, so bad. Their eyes were almost as unsettling as the rotting flesh hung from their bones.
He scrambled backward, scraping his palms and elbows against the pavement. The bile that had risen in the back of his throat was threatening to escape, but he didn’t have time to puke right now. He forced himself clumsily to his feet, and took off at a run, stumbling and dodging the zombies to the best of his ability – which wasn’t that great, honestly. “Why are you doing this to me?” He demanded, his voice ragged, but he felt like she could hear anyway. He took a sharp step backward, screaming once again as he felt a hand close over his arm. He wrenched away and ran in a random direction, but they were all still around him.
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Post by Neko on Jan 10, 2015 8:43:38 GMT
The proxy giggled, her voice high and shrill as she saw the blue haired head disappear into the crowd. She didn’t move from her spot- she saw no need. A little boy, dancing in the palms of the dead. How cute, how amusing, how…chaotic. A purr left her lips as she practically threw her head back- her eyes glowing bright red for a moment. She kept still as she used her powers to track the boy- before disappearing as quickly as he was now running- appearing a few yards away from him, perched on a lamp post.
“I’m doing this because this isn’t a world for you all to live peacefully. This is a world of our creator’s design and you sit there on your behind- if not you – others, who refuse to move and cause Chaos. You think you’re the only one going through this? You’re wrong!” Her words were often interrupted by laughter- as if she honestly found the boy’s terrified screams amusing. “So run little Desmond! Give me some chaos to witness!”
Some of the zombies made a particularly painful shriek of anguish as they howled up to the sky- only adding more noise to the cacophony of noises surrounding the boy as the bodies grew more grotesque around him. Several bodies fell apart as if sliced in half- but it didn’t stop their slow ambling movements to try to get to Desmond himself. However with their slow movements- they were going to take a long time to catch the boy.
Several alleys became clear to him now- but were most likely different than what he was used to. Would he take the bait and run down one to maybe a dead end? Or was it more likely that he would keep running down the open street with more zombie dolls after him?
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Post by Desmond Walsh on Jan 11, 2015 9:35:11 GMT
Bright blue eyes twitched to the side when her voice entered the air. Sickeningly amused with that awful little laugh in-between her words. It didn’t surprise him, really, that she was enjoying herself. She had brought him here, after all, and she hadn’t done so without a reason – a reason that she was currently explaining to him, a reason that wasn’t fair, one that didn’t make sense! He did what he was supposed to, he did what he had always done! He’d never been a murderer, he’d never been one for putting himself in danger. He’d never presented himself as someone who was! So why did he have to suffer for it? And why the hell did he care if other people were going through this alongside him anyway? As far as he was concerned they could all rot in nightmares for the rest of their lives as long as he could wake up from this one! Every last person in the toybox, he didn’t give a damn about them.
Well, almost everyone. He could think of one person who didn’t deserve it.
That horrible shrieking shocked him right out of his bitter line of thought. Despite everything, despite how much he knew he needed to keep moving, he stumbled to a stop and covered his ears – trying to muffle that awful sound. His breath was coming raggedly, and the bluette was honestly closer to having a panic attack than he’d ever been in his entire life. The air seemed hot and muggy, thick as it worked its way too slowly through his lungs. He forced his eyes back open, barely having been aware of their closing in the first place.
Move! His eyes scanned the situation quickly and loosely, finally falling on one of those alleyways. He didn’t even care about dead ends or traps, he really didn’t. All he could think about was getting out of the throng of rotting people with their terrible smells and noises. He stumbled slightly as he sprinted toward the alley, his breaths more like gasps, though at least the air seemed clearer here. At least for now. Not even a fourth of the way down the alley his sprint slowed, he was so out of shape, he couldn’t keep up the pace for very long.
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Post by Neko on Mar 20, 2015 5:19:43 GMT
Sweet little Desmond- the proxy thought as she hopped from streetlamp to streetlamp. Arms spread out and waiting to embrace the fake night sky. As she spoke- the words would be echoed to Desmond. “Why are you going through this? It’s for my entertainment. We want a fight. We want to see how many pathetic humans try to rise up and break out of the toybox. We want to see how you can survive different things. What makes you special? Nothing in particular, little mouse.” The boy shrieked in his head about how ‘it wasn’t fair’ and was so quick to sell out the rest of humanity. Cute, cute, cute~ Her red eyes glowed as he correct himself and she laughed even louder.
The proxy only shrieked in laughter- clutching her stomach as she roared in laughter. The zombies only seemed to drag themselves closer to him – groaning and trying to swipe at him as he rushed past them into one of the many alleyways she created. He was already fearful. Quick to fall down a trap and scream his throat raw and try to climb up the side. He was already to the point she wanted to get him to. She watched him as he struggled to breathe and as he slowed down. She only leaped into the air- crushing the lamp with the force as she quickly vaulted onto the roofs of the buildings.
She hopped and skipped on the edges- her black hair swaying in the wind as she danced. “Move little mouse, move in your labyrinth.” She giggled to herself- knowing he couldn’t hear her. Leaping off the building, she hovered in the air- it curling around her like snakes as she hung upside down in the air to watch him disappear around another corner. Her white teeth flashed as she disappeared and reappeared behind him on the ground. One more corner and he would meet a dead end. A sick grin crawled on her face as she felt the rush of watching the humans squirm under her fingers.
Shadows would jerk up and trip the blue haired man and she would move behind him. The dead end- made of brick and at least four stories high seemed to come out of nowhere- and soon descended into shadows. It was as if the darkness had eaten the path in front of them and behind him. A harmonious white glow from what seemed to be the moon covered them. The ground was damp, and she was sure unknown things clutched at his hands as the wet trash would be particularly unpleasant.
“So we’re at the end. I’m sad. You were pretty quick to sell out humanity. That makes you good fodder though.” She answered easily- before he could assault her with more thoughts and words. She gestured in front of her and behind her with a dramatic flair, a small smirk on her face. A predatory one- waiting for him to squirm even more. “You’re trapped now- so we’re going to skip to the ending of the book. I hope you like it. I made it especially for you.” With that, she grabbed him to sit him up- leaning behind him and pressing her chest up against his back as she embraced him with one arm and pointed over his shoulder with the other.
A quick but weak flash of light illuminated the top of the dead end briefly. The black metal of the sconce seemed to have a white outline- it standing out from the non-directional darkness that spread like ink through water. It flashed again, and again- the weak light growing stronger and grew in visibility- before it shot on like a rocket- blinding anyone for a moment who wasn’t prepared. Underneath the light was the message she wanted him to see.
“Welcome to the party.” She giggled from behind him- pointing out the word.
S-L-O-T-H.
Underneath the black inky letters was a doll of Desmond’s body. Blood covered the left side of his face- though it was too marred to see anything else. Identical clothes from the doll and the ones he was wearing were shredded, and his right arm was missing. Rats curled around his feet to tear off his clothes for the actual food as she giggled once more- it would echo in his hears before all went dark.
He would wake up back home- in his bed- a cute zombie doll in his computer chair. Around his neck was a flash drive- but instead of space of how many gigabytes, it was an infinity symbol. It might have been innocent- but fluff stuck out in places- as if a rat chewed through it. And if one looked even closer, they would see the blue colored hair was identical to Desmond’s own.
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