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bakerstreet2016-02-28 02:21 pm
fucket) wrote in bakerstreet2016-02-28 02:21 pm
Unfortunate situation meme
This is where you are now, can you see it? A light, one you just had but can no longer reach, no, even that fades from you as you plummet.
Description | For those interested and like flavour text
You've fallen. At some point you've stepped outside, taken a wrong turn, soft ground became weak under you and despite your new fad diet actually working you break through the ground into something below. Deep you fall, forever it seems, but it's not some normal fall. It's as though gravity has something against you, it's like you falling was something nature intended and instead of going through a whirlwind of a teenage deviant phase to reject it, you gracefully accepted fate's plan. And fall. Like a rock. Like a mic dropped by a most proud modern day celebrity after they said what was up. You stretch your wings, turn on your jet back, try whatever means you might have to will yourself out but you keep falling despite all efforts not to.
Day becomes night, night into a darker night, has it been years or minutes? You check your pulse, it's as it normally is, you notice the trail of tears streaming up from your eyes into that void above you from the cool air buffeting your face. You fall until you seem to black out from that unending maw's powerful yawn up against you, until you wake up.
It's light, but not the light you knew before you fell. Blue and green, twinkling and yet the glow seems to at the same time drip around you and down along the walls. It's like a Kaiju from Pacific Rim threw up in here but at least it's sort of pretty, right? Though perhaps you're more concerned about the lack of light above you, or, when you glance around, the lack of any actual sunlight anywhere. Just rocks and darkness, just pointed mineral formations and still water, just glowing worm goo that may or may not be the only reason you can see anything at all.
So then... you better find another way out.
Short but sweet? You're stuck in a damn cave and you probably should find a way out, you ever watch the Descent? Well good luck.
Scenarios | For those who don't want to just wing it
[001] : Unexpected Beginning - You've either fallen with someone that was with you or woke up to someone already being there. So do you know them? Or not? Well two is better than one, now you have someone to help you look around and escape, but why not exchange names first? Calm eachother down, hell I dunno, play patty cake or fuck or something. This is the 'free for all whatever option', make it into what you want.
[002] : God of the Abyss - You fell alone and have been wandering for a while now. Finally there seems to be something different about the next cave and you see someone else. But this other person has been there a long time, and the cave... it's done something to them. Granted them powers, heightened those that were already there. Something about this person is slightly twisted and now you are within their cave. What will they do to you now is on them, but this dweller in the abyss is on some power high they can't shake, maybe they can be helped though? Or... maybe you're fucked.
[003] : Mole Men - It's never mole men, just kidding. No, whatever is down here is coming in fast and you and who ever is in here with you have another task now ontop of 'get out'. Something's coming, a horde of them. They slink and shudder up from a cave further down and you can see their wet, shambling forms come to you with webbed, grey flesh, worm eaten by the same glowing worms making the cave light up as it does. Fight side by side to get through, or work to protect your friend if you need to. There has to be an end to them, right?
[004] : The Stuff - Gratuitous smut option Somewhere down the line that glowing goo everywhere got into you or your companion's mouth. Turns out? It's fucking delicious. It's like someone took everything that was good about food and pumped it out into a slick, mouth watering gel. You want to eat more, you try to get your friend to as well. It makes everything taste good and feel good and when was it that you started to taste it in the other person's mouth too? Shouldn't you be trying to get out? Wait, why bother, there's more fun things to be doing.
[005] : My Savior - Months maybe. Hard to say. You haven't seen anyone in so long and you can't survive off mushrooms and bats much longer, or maybe you can but like hell do you want to. You got hurt somewhere too and now... now it's numb enough to not feel at all, is that good or bad? You collapse, black out. You feel so tired and done with all of this- only to finally have someone else find you. Hopefully they'll help you, do they know the way out? Are you that lucky? Or... maybe they've been here longer and have gone crazy, think you're a dream- or a meal.
[006] : Just as Planned - You are actually here because you want to be?? Like fuck all the rest of that hogwash above. You've got a plan and that's to explore/study/sight see/find an elder god/fufill a quest or what have you. You know your way around the cave for the most part, but maybe you're finally just as lost as the person you stumble on. That or when you meet them they want you to help them out while you just have plans to go deeper...
Rules | For those that need them
[x] : This is an OPEN MEME - So smut away if you want, or don't.
[x] : Don't be shitty - You know what I mean. Communicate with the person you're replying to if you need to to set guidelines, don't bully, kink shame, name call, whatever it is that people do to be shitty. Don't.
[x] : RNG or NOT - Reply here yourself or reply to others after using the RNG site to pick a scenario. Decide your roles if you want. Or hell, just wing it all, make up your own scenarios if you want to too. Creativity is what makes this fun. And on that note-
[x] : Have fun - Do it.
Charlie | Five Nights At Freddy's: The Silver Eyes
let's do this
But what good were powers when he couldn't use them to play? He'd carved out a home for himself here, but...
The isolation had been different when he'd chosen it. ]
we're shitty people and we know it
One false step and suddenly she'd found herself falling, falling, falling into a pit. She couldn't see the sky anymore, but she'd brought a flashlight (prepared as always) and the cave itself was so bright she didn't really need it. It was beautiful, actually, in a dreamlike way.
She had to get home, though. A quick check for injuries (scrapes and bruises soon to form, nothing serious) and she was off into the cave, quiet and careful.
(Quiet and careful won't get you out of hell, though.)]
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...Well. Maybe not just as surprised, but close.
Dave stirred, opening his eyes - it wasn't difficult to see, no, but his eyes had gotten even better in the cave and he had no trouble seeing at all.
Slowly, he stood from where he'd been sitting (a makeshift chair intricately carved out from glowing stone) and stalked forward, heading towards the intrusive feeling.
It was a familiar feeling. Like when he'd been in Freddy's with those kids... the same feeling of "an intruder is in my space".
Once he saw Charlie, he realized it was, perhaps, more familiar of a feeling than he'd originally realized. ]
Charlotte.
[ It was how Henry had always referred to her - and truthfully, it came to mind faster than "Charlie".
Was this a hallucination? Or was Charlie dead, too? The thought of fate delivering her to him made something warm pulse through him, a smile coming to his mouth. ]
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Eyes wide, she turns to just - just make sure of what she's hearing.]
... You're dead. You're supposed to be dead! Why - why-
[She backs away, rapidly, looking over her shoulder to make sure she's not backing into the wall. She isn't.]
S-stay away! [and she's off, running at top speed down the cave path and making quick turns to try and lose him, because you can't kill what's already dead and she's still alive and would like to stay that way.]
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He exhales, reaches out, and snags her in mid-stride - he's not letting her get away that easily. His hand is open, fingers outstretched, but Charlie is far enough that he can't reach her.
It's this new power. He swallows, feeling a sick thrill wash over him. This is the first time he's really gotten to use it. The first time it hasn't been used on rocks or gems - something real, someone living and breathing. ]
You just got here, Charlotte, [ he breathes, and takes a few tentative steps towards her, ] Why would you want to leave already?
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(it's the throat again, her windpipe slowly being crushed by fur and cruelty and a grin nobody should have and)
- the shock keeps her from even trying to pry the icy grip off of her. But there is no grip, it's just air and how do you remove that?! If it's just air, she should be able to get away, right? ... An attempt at stepping forward tells her no, she's not going anywhere without getting herself choked. One strangled noise later and she stops trying that route, it's obviously not going to work. She can't get away, and he's right behind her.
Just like on that night one year ago, it's just like that night and shoot, she's starting to panic just a bit. That kind of power (and it is almost certainly his doing) means that there's just as much danger now as there was back then. Maybe even more, since there was no audience, so what would keep him from just killing her right now? Absolutely nothing.
"You are staying."
If she could scream at him to let her go, she would. All she can do is hold her own throat to try and keep it warm, and try to keep breathing despite her fear.]
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He's crossed the gap between them, come up directly behind her now - the parallel doesn't escape him, either, it's so much like it was at Freddy's, slowly creeping up behind her, watching her though the eyes of the suit, wrapping arms around her...
Only this time, she doesn't have her friends and the officer to help her. And she can trigger the locks if she wants to, but they won't hurt him anymore.
When he reaches Charlie, instead of restricting her and crushing her throat, he brushes a gloved hand through her hair. His fingers should be thick and clumsy, but his actions have a level of grace to them - it's as if he's more comfortable in Spring Bonnie than he is in his own skin. ]
Are you cold?
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Charlie doesn't need that to happen again, thanks, so she'll be protecting her neck for now. Not that it will do much against whatever ghost shenanigans this guy is planning to-
Uh. Having her hair petted was not what she was expecting as far as ghost shenanigans go. What the heck?
She coughs from shock and tries to duck her head away from his hand, her eyes wide from shock and fear. She may be shaking a bit, and maybe she's a bit cold, okay, especially thanks to that weird Force Choke stuff from earlier. It might also be the shock, and why is he even asking about whether she's cold or not, anyway?
All the answer Dave is gonna get is a distressed, deeply confused:] Wha...huh?!
[Good job throwing her off through sheer weirdness there, buddy.]
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He steps around so he's standing in front of her now, and leans down so their faces are more level with each other - he's quite a bit taller than her, after all, and the bottoms of the suit's feet add some extra height. One of the ears of the costume almost flops forward jauntily. It would probably be cute if it was anyone but him inside. He tilts his head, watching her, his eyes dark but viewable under the mask, peeking out over the bottom of the eye holes.
There is an overwhelming smell of blood about him, but the smell of decay that had accompanied the animatronics is somehow not there. ]
How did you get here?
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Dave himself is not intimidating. What he's capable of, on the other hand, scares her. The almost demonic Bonnie scares her. The stench of blood is nauseating, and she flinches when he gets too close, backing up a step.
There's no escape, and she doesn't like it one bit. It takes a minute for her to gulp nervously and finally find her voice, because what else can she do?]
T...tripped, and the ground disappeared, and...and then I was here.
[She really wishes she could sound braver than that, but she isn't up against a human here. Not any more.]
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It's still not clear whether or not she's dead, but Dave assumes she is - even though there's something about her that seems so alive, he supposes that could just be an illusion, a glow from his mind playing tricks on him because of his own interest in her.
He catches himself thinking this is the beginning of a new happy day, and he grins underneath the mask, an unsteady, shaky grin she cannot see. ]
And then you were here, [ he repeats it quietly, but it's easy to hear in the spacious silence of the cave. Dave is almost giddy - a new toy, an unexpected delivery, and he has no idea what to do with her first. ] I thought I might find Henry here... I never expected to see you.
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For the brief moment that he mentions her father, her expression turns to one of anger (don't you DARE bring him into this after all you did!), but it fades once she realizes what he's trying to imply there: that this is literally the land of the dead. She brings one of her hands up to look at it. Yep, scrapes, and they're only just starting to scab over. Her knees sting to all hell too, and she's pretty sure there's a cut under one eye.]
... The dead don't bleed. Do they?
[She looks back up at him, trying to keep eye contact despite how scared she is. She remembers how distressing his attempts at eye contact were when they first met - his odd statement once it actually happened - but you need to face your fears. Right? That was probably just a fluke.
She holds up her hand, palm out, to display the scrapes, the drying blood. There's a grim kind of determination on her face.]
Because if they don't, then I'm alive, and I am going to get out of here.
[... She's shaking just a bit as she says this (it's so cold here!), and she hopes he will neither notice nor comment.]
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Her eyes are heavy on him, and it's... interesting. Different. She'd avoided eye contact so much before. Her friend Jessica had done the same, locking eyes with him once before swallowing and quickly looking away. Many people had found his gaze difficult to hold, but Charlie is looking into his eyes with what it seems like is all the courage she can summon.
It's stunning, in a way. She really is something beautiful. He's so glad he had finally seen it. ]
As for the bleeding... I don't know. [ He shrugs. ] We could test the theory.
[ Dave is aware her hand is not being offered to him, but he takes it anyway, gracefully, as if she's accepted a request for a dance and is asking him to take the lead. He bows deeply, sweeping his other arm in front of him, bending forward. In the full suit, the mask is clipped carefully at the neck to the suit's torso, so it doesn't shift like it had before. If it had been cleaner, perhaps Charlie could at least pretend she was back in Fredbear Family Diner, interacting with her father's creation... but even with his power, Dave can't make it so or put her in an illusion quite that deep. ]
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And she doesn't want to be anywhere near him, much less pulled into some kind of sick - she doesn't know what this is, and she doesn't want to know either.
Instead of cooperating, she shuts her eyes tightly, shaking her head as she starts trying to wrench her hand away from him, kicking out violently, and shrieking:] Let go and stay away!
[Her face might be a bit green from sheer nausea-inducing disgust, but she's still giving this her all.]