[first, as you all struggle... a violin plays painfully, overhead. it wriggles into your ears, wraps around your mind, makes it hard to breathe.
blood and ash litters the stage. vax sees the exit. and he jumps.
the room around them glitches, statics out. the violin gets obscured slightly by - something, you can't tell, it's just interfering. tearing. the walls are melting, and reforming, over and over, the seats rattle angrily, there's whispering. the people in the seats all start to writhe, and scream, and then - disintegrate, slowly, pieces of them fading away. there's something you need to remember, but you can't touch it. you won't. it's locked behind so many doors that you don't even remember the way to it anymore. so you hide, in that white space, and you forget.
but that's not the way you should do things, right? someone... someone said to face your fears. but you don't want to. it's easier to run. the back and forth makes you feel sick.
for those of you in the stage room, still, you are now stressed out.
outside, atsushi holds charles, and charles purrs, soft. licks at atsushi gently, tries to comfort. and the walls, outside - the chalk drawings? they dance, a little. sketchlike. a reminder of something good. shhh, shh. it's okay, it's okay. things will be okay, and you will move on, and you will heal.
you're the only one who can, dreamer.
atsushi now feels neutral. enough that he can try to stand, if he wants.]
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blood and ash litters the stage. vax sees the exit. and he jumps.
the room around them glitches, statics out. the violin gets obscured slightly by - something, you can't tell, it's just interfering. tearing. the walls are melting, and reforming, over and over, the seats rattle angrily, there's whispering. the people in the seats all start to writhe, and scream, and then - disintegrate, slowly, pieces of them fading away. there's something you need to remember, but you can't touch it. you won't. it's locked behind so many doors that you don't even remember the way to it anymore. so you hide, in that white space, and you forget.
but that's not the way you should do things, right? someone... someone said to face your fears. but you don't want to. it's easier to run. the back and forth makes you feel sick.
for those of you in the stage room, still, you are now stressed out.
outside, atsushi holds charles, and charles purrs, soft. licks at atsushi gently, tries to comfort. and the walls, outside - the chalk drawings? they dance, a little. sketchlike. a reminder of something good. shhh, shh. it's okay, it's okay. things will be okay, and you will move on, and you will heal.
you're the only one who can, dreamer.
atsushi now feels neutral. enough that he can try to stand, if he wants.]