In his dreams, he's always dying. Sometimes it's right away. But sometimes, his mind's not so merciful, and it plays on and on in an endless loop of danger...
Birds sing through distorted sound, an eerie trill drifting in and out with the wind, ruffling leaves and shifting the shadows into a phantom river around him. Tetsuo tries to take a step back, only to find the leaves whisper when his foot crunches them, laughing carelessly. All around him, trees stretch up and up and up, forming a never ending looming forest. They sway and shift, becoming nebulous dark shapes looming over him. Skyscraper trees twist and creak in that phantom wind, small lights at the top casting an eerie glow amongst the ceaseless canopy before darkness envelops it.
He takes another step back, neck craned to try to peer into that infinite arboreal horror when that laugh sounds again behind him. Whirling around frantically, he grits his teeth, trying to see.
Above him, the bark of the trees peels away into bones, stretching and twisting together into a grisly, pulsing canopy. Behind him again, that same laugh - it's clearer now, youthful. Male.
British.
"Get AWAY!" Tetsuo screams into nowhere. No matter where he turns, he can't seem to get his eyes on his target. Somewhere out there, Pan's lurking, melting seamlessly into the dead trees and trailing green where only death waits. Somewhere in here, Tetsuo snarls, gathering his focus and bending his mind to.. stand there. Nothing happens. He doesn't shoot into the air, he doesn't manage to take down anything when in a whole new panic, he whirls around again, trying to cut through the air with a slash of his arm to aim the blow in his mind.
Not even a leaf twitches out of place.
He tries again, and freezes completely, unable to move as his enemy draws near. Above him, the forest pulses with an increasingly erratic rhythm, matching the panic rising in his throat.
Right behind him now, that high, gleeful whisper brushes against his ear, and the canopy shudders.
"Look up," taunts the faceless voice. "Do you know what that is?"
He tries to answer, tries to move at all, but he's rooted back into place as the trees curve and sharpen around him, locking him into a cage that would be white if it wasn't lost in shadow. The ground beneath him gives way, and all he can do is stare up into a menacing light, far away, growing brighter and brighter. It's a race - to fall forever, or let that hellish light catch him...
lmk if this is okay! cw for surreal graphicish horror imagery
Birds sing through distorted sound, an eerie trill drifting in and out with the wind, ruffling leaves and shifting the shadows into a phantom river around him. Tetsuo tries to take a step back, only to find the leaves whisper when his foot crunches them, laughing carelessly. All around him, trees stretch up and up and up, forming a never ending looming forest. They sway and shift, becoming nebulous dark shapes looming over him. Skyscraper trees twist and creak in that phantom wind, small lights at the top casting an eerie glow amongst the ceaseless canopy before darkness envelops it.
He takes another step back, neck craned to try to peer into that infinite arboreal horror when that laugh sounds again behind him. Whirling around frantically, he grits his teeth, trying to see.
Above him, the bark of the trees peels away into bones, stretching and twisting together into a grisly, pulsing canopy. Behind him again, that same laugh - it's clearer now, youthful. Male.
British.
"Get AWAY!" Tetsuo screams into nowhere. No matter where he turns, he can't seem to get his eyes on his target. Somewhere out there, Pan's lurking, melting seamlessly into the dead trees and trailing green where only death waits. Somewhere in here, Tetsuo snarls, gathering his focus and bending his mind to.. stand there. Nothing happens. He doesn't shoot into the air, he doesn't manage to take down anything when in a whole new panic, he whirls around again, trying to cut through the air with a slash of his arm to aim the blow in his mind.
Not even a leaf twitches out of place.
He tries again, and freezes completely, unable to move as his enemy draws near. Above him, the forest pulses with an increasingly erratic rhythm, matching the panic rising in his throat.
Right behind him now, that high, gleeful whisper brushes against his ear, and the canopy shudders.
"Look up," taunts the faceless voice. "Do you know what that is?"
He tries to answer, tries to move at all, but he's rooted back into place as the trees curve and sharpen around him, locking him into a cage that would be white if it wasn't lost in shadow. The ground beneath him gives way, and all he can do is stare up into a menacing light, far away, growing brighter and brighter. It's a race - to fall forever, or let that hellish light catch him...
All he can do is scream.