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The Stuff of Nightmares

The Nightmare Fuel Meme

WARNING: This is not a nice meme, and will likely contain triggers for violence, pain, death, sexual situations, and all kinds of other unpleasant things. Click through at your own risk.

Nightmare Fuel: This is the stuff so horrifying that it can give people the creeps for years. This scares the pants off of just about anyone to the author/creator's delight. This makes you shrink in the back of your chair, look over your shoulder, and remind yourself that what's going on is (usually) only fictional....

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1. ACID TRIP - Things are starting to get weird. Very weird. Your hands just popped off and are dancing the tango in the living room with your pet alligator while a Weeping Angel watches from the corner. There are invisible spiders crawling all over you and you don't dare open your mouth lest they fall in. It can only get as strange as your imagination will let it.

2. JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE PARANOID DOESN'T MEAN THEY AREN'T OUT TO GET YOU - You just can't help the feeling that someone is watching you. Someone is out to get you. Who are your real friends? Is that person really an alien in disguise? Are there surveillance cameras in your bedroom walls?

3. THE STUFF OF NIGHTMARES - Think about the worst nightmare that you've ever had. Guess what. You're now in it, and you just can't seem to wake up.

4. FUN WITH PHOBIAS - What do you fear? The dark? Heights? Swarms of insects? Snakes? Drowning? Whatever it is, it is now your reality.

5. TRANSFORMATION SEQUENCES OF THE NON-SPARKLY KIND - Something has gone wrong. You're...changing. And not in a good way. Are you turning into an animal? A demon? A monster? Were you assimilated by the Borg?

6. AND I MUST SCREAM - You can't move. You can't scream. You can't do anything but remain conscious of every passing second. Did you choose the wrong words for your wish? Were you turned to stone? Trapped by a curse? Turned into a doll, unmoving but forever beautiful? Sealed inside a tree for a thousand years?

7. A PLAGUE ON BOTH YOUR HOUSES - The dread spectre of disease has raised its head. Do you have days to live? Hours? Seconds? Or will you waste away slowly? What will happen in the meantime?

8. EYE SCREAM, YOU SCREAM - Something terrible has happened to you. It could have been an accident, a curse, an attack, a disease, or a surgery gone terribly wrong. But you've been horribly mutilated (or are in the process thereof) and are disturbing to see. Perhaps the Phantom will let you borrow his mask.

9. HORRIBLE TO BEAR - Congratulations, you're with child! Except...this wasn't supposed to happen. Did you just wake up one morning and discover the surprise? Is it part of a bizarre science experiment? Are you carrying the child of the devil? Or did you just get a Face Full of Alien Wing-Wong and hellspawn is about to burst out of your chest?

10. THE CASK OF AMONTILLADO - This is a really tiny space you're in. And it looks like you're going to be here for an awfully long time. Did the other person shut you up in here? Are they a fellow prisoner? Or can you somehow convince them to let you out?

11. WELCOME TO THE APOCALYPSE - The world is ending. In fire, in ice, in the zombie apocalypse, in a collision with a giant asteroid? Whatever it is, it's horrible. Do you even want to bother trying to survive?

12. SOYLENT GREEN IS PEOPLE - You're hungry. Really, really hungry. Nothing seems to satisfy you, nothing at all. Except that other person standing nearby looks awfully tasty. Cannibalism? Can you?

13. MINDS ARE FOR GAMES - Mind control? Brainwashing? Total amnesia? Whatever it is, you certainly aren't completely in control of yourself. Perhaps the other person is....

14. THE PLURAL OF DIMENSION IS DEMENTIA - Everything looks familiar, but it's just a little bit off. Did your neighbor always have that mustache? Was the sky always that shade of green? Welcome to the mirror universe, where you're the crazy one.

15. THE LATEST DISPLAY MODEL - You're so pretty that you belong on a shelf. Or behind bars. Perhaps magically frozen in place so that you can't escape or mar those lovely features. Maybe someone just wanted you safely hidden away, kept all to themselves. Or did they want to show everyone in the world that you belong to them and them alone?

16. JUST KEEP RUNNING - Something is chasing you. Maybe you don't even know what it is, you just know that you have to keep running, because if you stop the consequences are worse than you can bear to consider. No matter how exhausted you are, you just have to keep going.

17. WILDCARD - Pick another option, mix and match, do whatever you'd like. After all, when it comes to nightmares YMMV, so feel free to invent your own.

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"And knowing my luck, that devil woman's trying to take her time with this..." Ayeka muttered, sighing at the idea that Ryoko would do exactly that. Honestly, this whole this was ridiculous.

Soon, one of the machines extended its neck towards Umi, examining her with cold curiosity...

"Well we won't have to rely on your devil because my friends are cool." Just, hopefully, not outmatched like Umi seemed to be.

Umi flinched away from the machine, trying to squirm away from any... touchy bits.

"I certainly hope so..." Ayeka uttered before her eyes went wide at Umi's squirming, not realizing the machine was confronting Umi. "H-Hey, stop!"

The machine looked over Umi before a small pincer extended from its neck, moving closer to Umi...

"Hey! No! Bad touch!" Um, no means no? Umi flinched away even harder, but it wasn't like she could go anywhere before the pincer was... touching her.

"I don't know what you're doing but don't you dare!"

Despite Umi's protests, the pincer grabbed hold of her neck. As it did, a small needle began to pinch into her neck, drawing blood. The same thing would happen to Ayeka, causing the princess to scream in a panic.

"Hey, hey! I need that!" Umi cried out and then - didn't. Because thrashing and moving while something is jabbing you in a major blood vessel is a good way to bleed all your blood. Hopefully, all they wanted was a blood sample! "If you wanna know my blood type you could just ask..."

Once the machines were done getting what they needed, two tubs appeared before the girls. Almost instantly, the purpose of drawing blood became clear as they were suddenly filled with identical-looking forms of Umi and Ayeka - clones.

The needle extracted itself from the two, but the pincers remained at their necks as a small saw extended from the machine's body towards Umi...

That was DEFINITELY the fastest cloning process Umi had ever seen. Like, compared to science fiction and stuff, anyways, she didn't really know much about the real deal, and it was so sudden and bizarre that she didn't have time to feel really unsettled. "I don't think the world's ready for two of-"

Oh.

"Um, hey, that looks even worse. Ayeka? Are you seeing this?"

"Seeing wha--?" Ayeka began before looking back, seeing the saw coming towards Umi. "WH-WHAT IN THE WORLD?!"

As the saw turned on, the clones started to come to, just lucid enough to see what was going on and not react.

"Hey! Over here!" Umi was yelling at the clones. They might not have, like, conscious thoughts yet, but she was willing to try, rather than hope that her friends burst in to turn these saws off right as they were pressed up against her nose.

...what were they going for?

"Help us out! And by us I mean yourselves!"

The clones looked in confusion as they heard Umi call out to them. They looked like them, talked like them and yet were in danger...

The saw blade moved towards Umi's chest, blades starting to chip at her armor...

(OoC: Oh, having the clones rescue them is such a tempting thing...!)

[ ooc: Don't spoil the fun~ ]

Thank goodness for magical armor!

Except these saw blades were starting to damage it without exploding into sparks - Umi had to wonder what they were made out of. Hopefully, they were just there to get her armor off - but if Ayeka was being threatened as well... "Come oooon..."

"Let us go! Someone, HELP!" Ayeka yelled, watching as another saw approached her, working its way down her kimono, cutting it open.

The sawblade started to inch deeper as it cut Umi's armor, cutting into her clothes as well. Any deeper and it would start cutting into her skin...

"H-hey this is serious! You can't - this'll definitely kill us!" she shouted, tears starting to prick at her eyes. Dying in battle was frightening, but here she couldn't even try to fight back.

And the clones... seemed to lack the frame of reference to even decide whether they should help or not.

"P-Please... you can't...!" Ayeka whimpered. "Umi!" Ayeka was now on the verge of tears. "This is all my fault! I shouldn't of gotten you or your friends into this! Please, forgive me!"

"Don't go b-blaming yourself..." Her jacket and shirt had been torn through easily enough, and she could feel the air from the blades speed against her exposed skin. "How the heck could you know this would happen?"

"I know, but...!" Ayeka began before she stopped, gasped, then let out a shriek of horror as a robotic hand reached towards her with a strange device intended for her eye.

As for Umi, the saw moved up and began to inch towards her left arm...

"Where's it going, what is it-" It better not just cut her arm off, what was it doing? Other than carving up more armor and clothing, leaving it dangling a bit off of her body, before the teeth moved dangerously close to her arm.

"Ayeka, just - they haven't even really hurt us yet, just stay calm, we'll be saved, we'll be fine, I know it..." If only she believed that.

Oh, Umi. Poor, innocent Umi. Despite her promises and hopes, the saw began to reach her arm... and start to cut into it. The clone reacted in pain as it began to cut it away - the real Umi and the clone were connected mentally, the same for Ayeka, as the implant began to be pressed into her eye.

Why would they do that to the clones. Why were they cutting her arm off?! Umi grit her teeth at first, the slow cutting barely getting through the skin, leaving her able, if barely, to resist the urge to scream at the pain. If it could go through her armor, though, bone would be like butter...

The machine looked at Umi as it tried to cut through her arm. Not screaming? Not begging? It would certainly pick up the pace, cutting faster and harder.

So they were capable of cruelty - Umi didn't approve, and she was able to keep some strained semblance of composure until the blade hit bone. The pain that shot down her arm and up across her shoulders was blinding, then, and the dam broke with a guttural scream of pain.

And in that scream, the blade broke throw the bone with an extra push of force, completely severing Umi's arm from the rest of her body. As the saw pulled away, the hole extended another mechanical arm, holding a human-sized robotic arm to fit in in place of the now severed arm.

...that was it.

Umi was blinded by pain, too much to feel the blood pouring down the side of body, running down her armor and soaking into her clothing. She was light headed, almost losing consciousness, unable to see the robotic arm being raised to the clean-cut part of her shoulder where she had once had her own arm.

With the arm raised up, the mechanical arm shoved the replacement into the remains of her shoulder with a great force, nanites working its way into Umi's body as it fitted the arm into her and made it a part of her.

The next target were her legs, the bloodied saw moving downward...

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