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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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♦ Have fun and/or be traumatized!

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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Ayeka heard Ilia's comment and noticed her clinging closer to her. As much as she wouldn't outwardly admit it, having Ilia like this made her feel so much more braver and determined to escape.

Her arms slipped around her, keeping her close. "I know it will be. If we escape, whatever you wish to do, I'll do it." She knows she's going to regret that request, but she has a feeling that whatever Ilia wants to do with her, it's a lot better than getting stuck in the clay.

"Please, hang on to me."

Silently, Ilia moved to do as she was told. The girl pressed herself against Ayeka's bosom, and even that slight motion caused the awful quicksand to undulate that more intensely. She seemed to be more and more aware that this soup was bottomless...that they could disappear and suffocate without a trace of them being found.

But she'd have faith in Ayeka.

"Okay, I'm holding on as close as I can." And she was. She could even smell the Princess lovely fragrance; mixing and contrasting with the earthen smell of the quicksand.

Ayeka held back the gasp as she felt Ilia press against her bosom. She wanted to hold her closer, carry her out of this. It seemed silly, but she didn't want her to get hurt because of her incompetence. Even with the princess' sweet smell, there was also the feel of her kimono, soft and silken, a real shame that the clay was ruining it.

She wrapped an arm around Ilia and with all of her strength, she began to fight against the deadly soup, trying her damnedest to get moving and towards the edge and solid land.

Ilia was just a mere attendant, so she didn't have the enhancements Jurai Noblewomen possessed. Even so, she tried to push along with Ayeka...trying not to interfere with her or get in her way.

That soft silk that covered Ayeka was a great comfort; Ilia didn't want to pull herself away from it. And she was afraid too, worried that jerking or moving about would cause her to slip or cause the First Princess to lose concentration. Even so, with the sounds of the quicksand sloshing in her ears, she couldn't help but enquire about Ayeka's progress.

"Are...you doing okay?" Ilia asked, softy...not wanting to be too much of a distraction.

"It's... tough. Even with my strength, this muck is a little too much. But, I think we're making progress?"

Ayeka didn't want to look down. Even if she wanted to look at the girl clinging to her, she didn't want to look down and see how far they've made it. She didn't want to know if they really had made progress or not. If they didn't, she was afraid she'd give up.

"I'll keep going, though..."

"Yes, please...keep going." Ilia said softly, trying to ignore the blush creeping up her face. Even though it threatened to drag them to oblivion, the mud was so soft...and so was Ayeka. She almost wouldn't mind drowning if it was with her, but she couldn't think such things! Still, the fact that she was willing to accept whatever fate awaited her along with the Princess helped keep her calm.

Even so, Ilia's legs got tired...the quicksand was too thick for her too move, like heavy, leaden porridge.

"I'm sorry, Princess...my legs are a bit sore." Ilia apologized, hanging off of Ayeka a bit heavier than she intended.

There was a slight gasp as Ayeka felt the added weight of Ilia on her. The added tug combined with the suction of the muck pulled the kimono lower, exposing a little bit of the swimsuit-like undergarment hidden under the kimono.

"I'll do what I can to keep going." Ayeka replied, a little worried now. She wasn't sure if Ilia gave up because of being tired or something else. Either way, she didn't want her to die.

Though, a little voice in the back of her head told her that if they did, she would at least not be alone...

"Oh! I'm sorry...I didn't mean to pull on you like that!" Ilia declared hastily, rushing to try and fix Ayeka's kimono. However, due to her position it was a bit awkward and she wasn't able to fix it back *quite* right. The quicksand pulling at the kimono certainly didn't help matters.

And all the while the quicksand kept sucking at them; it was up to their upper thighs and pelvises now...probably helped by that little stumble.

"Ayeka-sama, can you go the rest of the way? I...don't think I'll be much help." Ilia felt she had to be honest. "You can leave me behind, if you think that will help..." She offered, feeling guilty about losing the twine in the first place.

"What?!" Ayeka couldn't help but balk at Ilia's request. To leave her alone to die just to save her. "I can't do that! I refuse to let you go!" She couldn't help but stop, pulling Ilia closer.

"Everything that happened here was my fault and I refuse to let anyone suffer because of my mistake, most of all you!" she snapped. "I...!"

She couldn't help but sniffle at how angry she was getting. This was her fault and Ilia wanted to pay for what she did, not the incident with the twine.

"Please don't blame yourself, Princess!" Ilia spoke up, a bit taken aback by Ayeka's anger. Making the First Princess tense wasn't Ilia's intention, and it was probably a bad idea to do so; given they were still fighting the quicksand.

Despite herself, Ilia was quick to hug Ayeka back. "I...I won't leave your side, if you don't want me to." She declared. "Even if we can't escape, I want you to know, I..." Ilia pursed her lips for a moment. Should she say it? Was such a thing even proper? All things considered, they might not get another chance.

"...I love you, Princess."

"I-Ilia...!" Ayeka gasped as the girl's confession. Had she seen the signs and just ignored it? What should she do? What should she say? In the middle of all of this, they all needed motivation and having her confess like this was something that she really needed.

"...Ilia..."

She didn't say anything, except press a kiss on her head.

"...we'll get out of this. I promise. I can't let someone who loves me be let down before the other can confess, too, can I?"

She loves you, too, Ilia. She'll get you out as she charges forward as hard as she can.

Seeing Ayeka's shocked expression, Ilia wasn't sure if she had made a mistake at first. But any doubts faded once the First Princess planted that splendid kiss right on her forehead. Blushing, Ilia grasped a bit of Ayeka's kimono and pressed her face against the Princess's bosom. She felt so warm and happy she wasn't sure what to say. Except;

"...okay. I believe you, Ayeka-sama. I know you won't let me down." Ilia declared, softly. But even if they couldn't escape, at least that confession was out there in the open. Hopeful, but still a bit fearful, Ayeka glanced down at the quaking mud, wondering how deep Ayeka had sank during the interval.

By this point, despite everything, Ayeka had sunk down to the curves, the sash of her kimono slowly disappearing into the muck. With the muck clinging on to that, it too was being pulled down, threatening to open up Ayeka's kimono.

Either way, the princess kept fighting, not willing to let the girl die like this. If she had it her way, Ayeka would confess her own feelings and, despite their own standing, live out a happy life afterwards.

Ilia clung to Ayeka for dear life; a bit more comfortable now that she had declared her love for the Princess. Her silk clad body was still so soft and comfortable, despite the fact that it was getting mud splatters all over it. Ilia did notice that more and more of the swimsuit covering underneath was getting exposed, but there was nothing to be done about that now.

Even though the girl was far weaker than the Princess, Ilia was still able to help in her own way. Out of the corner of her eye, Ilia spied something...it was a root, or a vine of some kind; half-submerged in the soup. All their churning about must have upturned it from the depths of the muck to near-surface level. Needless to say, Ilia was quick to point it out.

"Princess! Look! I see a vine! Do you see it?" Ilia would reach for it herself, but she was so exhausted she was afraid she'd fall into the quicksand outright if she reached. "Maybe...it connects to a tree on dry land?" She asked.

"Ah...!" Ayeka spotted the root sticking out. There was a chance...

"We have to hope it does. For both of our sakes!" she replied. "Hang on tightly again; I'm going to head in that direction...!"

With that, Ayeka began to twist and turn, threatening to sink them lower as she made her way towards the root.

Ilia did what she was told; clinging to Ayeka as tightly as she could. Though, the twisting movement didn't make it easy -necessity that it was- and the quicksand kept sucking and pulling at her clothes and skin. Ilia knew it was probably the same for Ayeka. And the deeper they got, the harder it was to move.

The earthen smell of the quicksand was permeating *everything* now; even the sweet smell of the Princess was starting to become masked by it.

Ilia could only wonder how long they could hold out.

Ayeka could only wonder how much longer she could stay up herself. Despite her amazing strength, she was starting to get tired. It didn't help that the muck clinging to her and her clothes were weighing her down.

An idea formed in her head, but she wasn't sure how her companion would think of it.

"Ilia, I know how much you look up to me, but... if I can shed this kimono, you will not think differently of me, will you? If losing it means saving the both of us, I'm... willing to put my modesty on the line."

When Ayeka put forward her proposal, Ilia blushed at the thought. But only for a moment. Quickly, Ilia reaffirmed her commitment to their joint survival.

"Don't worry, Ayeka-sama. I'll always love you no matter what you do!" Ilia said firmly, struggling to keep her hold on the Princess's body as the mire continued to suck on her. "Whatever you need to do, I'll support you in any way." She declared.

Ayeka blushed harder as she nodded and put forth her idea. With the muck causing more of her kimono to open, she spoke up once more. "If you can... slip your arms inside and hold on."

Once Ilia would do that, Ayeka would move just enough to shed the clothing, exposing herself to the world as much as she felt it would be, but being much lighter. And once it was gone, Ayeka would push harder towards that root.

Nodding as much as she dared with the quicksand closing in, Ilia carefully slid her hands into the folds of the kimono just as Ayeka instructed. She had to be careful; one slip and she might stumble back into the muddy slop. Luckily, she managed to avoid such a tumble.

Once she had a firm enough grip, Ilia made a nodding motion to Ayeka. "Okay, I think I've got a good enough hold on you." She declared, closing her eyes and hanging on for dear life. She hoped that action didn't cost them more inches into the muck.

Ayeka hoped it hadn't, either, even though she can feel the muck trying to compensate for the lack of mass the girls had with the shedding of the kimono. Either way, they were about chest-deep as they inched closer to the root.

"Ilia... do you think you can reach the root?" Ayeka asked, thinking they were close enough to it.

Ilia was iffy about reaching out at this delicate stage; but all things considered they really didn't have a choice. Gingerly, Ilia dared to unhook one arm from Ayeka's waist and finger the muddy root.

"I think...I got it! Yes!" Ilia declared, very relieved. Carefully, she worked it over to Ayeka. "Here you go, Princess! I don't think I can pull us out...my arms are so sore. But I know you have strength for the both of us!"

"Excellent work!" Ayeka replied, quickly reaching out to grab the root. "Grab hold tightly, we're going to make it out, I promise."

She did do one thing, one little action to reassure her - kissing her.

"Oh!"

Ilia blushed at the sudden kiss. She felt so hot and flushed that almost loosened her grip on the First Princess. Luckily, she managed to regain her senses just in time.

"Ah, thank you, Ayeka-sama!" Ilia stammered. "And I promise I'll hold on as tight as I can!" She declared.

"Good! Now, hang on!" Ayeka was determined to rescue Ilia now. With a good grip on the root, she began to pull the two of them across, trying to make their way to wherever the root lead to.

Hopefully towards land.

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