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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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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.

Ilia did as she was told, naturally. She wasn't going to let go for anything. Even so, the suspense was chilling; they were already up to their chests awhile ago. How much further would they sink before they could reach dry land?

Ilia could only wince as the quicksand popped against her ears, the squelching and bubbling constant reminders of the doom that awaited them if they couldn't escape in time.

The sludge was so thick, Ilia could barely move her legs. She could hardly feel Ayeka push her legs, in spite of the fact they were so close together. The earthen smell was getting more intense...Ilia didn't think that was possible.

"Are...we almost there?" Ilia dared to ask. She was too tense to look herself at the moment.

"A... almost." Ayeka said, struggling. Despite being so close, the muck was fighting back harder. They were up to their necks in the muck, Ayeka's pigtails having all but disappeared under the muck. She'd fight to keep Ilia above the muck, however.

Ilia fretted that Ayeka might sacrifice herself to save her; but the attendant wasn't going to accept that. Either they both escaped, or neither of them did.

To reaffirm that, Ilia declared, "Please...don't worry about me, Princess." Ilia tried to reassure. "I want to stay with you, whether it's on safe land or at the bottom of this quicksand." She declared.

Looking at the lovely Princess, Ilia couldn't help but fret how her beautiful face was about to be completely claimed by the sucking ooze...her smooth, beautiful skin getting plastered with pallid muck.

Ayeka blinked at Ilia's comment before nodding. "I refuse to give up, though." She pointed out, smiling. "I love you, though. No matter what happens."

She'll keep pulling, though. Land's in sight, right?

As it turned out, yes it was. Apparently for the quicksand, all the movement was a double-edged sword. Yes, it dove the girls deeper into it's embrace, but it also loosened the clay-packed substance enough to allow for slightly better movement...especially now that they had a vine to anchor themselves with.

Ayeka would probably be the first to notice, though. The first sign of solid ground would press against her slippered feet, deep within the quicksand.

Ayeka did notice, her face brightening. "I feel land! We're almost there!" She couldn't help but chuckle. She wanted to spite this dreadful pit!

"I'm halfway tempted to let go and walk the rest of the way!"

"I know how you feel!" Ilia declared, realizing by now that they had hit dry land. "Let's try to push our way out...if we can finger the earth, it should be easier now!"

Ilia was barefoot, so she had a fairly easy time using her toes to grip the solid earth within the quicksand. Slowly, she managed to work her way up to the shore, the muck slurping as it slid off of her. "It feels so good to finally leave this mud..." Ilia declared, before she was even half-way out. "Princess, do you need help? I can only speak for myself, but moving feels much easier, now!"

"Can you? Please? I have to admit it, but I'm exhausted and I can't get a good grip!"

Releasing the branch, she put her faith in Ilia to catch her before she sank.

Ilia let a yelp of surprise; she wasn't expecting Ayeka to let go of the branch so quickly...the attendant mused that she was perhaps a lot more tired than she let on. Even so, she managed to catch Ayeka before she fell back into the quicksand. Determined to pay Ayeka back for saving her, Ilia gritted her teeth and lifted the Princess the rest of the way to dry, safe, land. It wasn't easy; and they both got a little more messy in the process, but in the end it got done.

"I think...we're safe, now." Ilia declared, gasping for breath and laying back on the solid dirt. She was covered everywhere from the neck down in thick, clinging mud, and she felt like a complete mess. But she was alive, and so was Ayeka. That was the important thing, right?

As Ayeka was pulled to solid ground, she let herself fall limp, her body a total mess. She looked towards Ilia and smiled.

"I think we are..." Ayeka panted. She reached over, intednding on holding her attendant. "And... I'm going to hold on to my promises... my dear."

(OoC: Bah, bed for me! I'll tag back when I wake!)

Ilia felt a warm, happy feeling wash over her as Ayeka reached over to her. Interlocking her fingers with the Princess's own, Ilia gave Ayeka the brightest smile she could muster.

"You...you will?" Ilia beamed, realizing what she meant. "Oh, yes...I'm happy to hear that, Ayeka-sama."

With Ilia linking her fingers with hers, Ayeka brightly smiled, pulling herself towards the other girl to hold her.

"I'm sorry I got you into all that trouble. Can you forgive me?"

Enjoying the warm -if muddy- embrace of the Princess, Ilia reassured her, "Oh, don't be sorry...if anything, I should be! I'm just glad we're both safe, now."

Though she probably shouldn't fuss so much, Ilia couldn't help it. The attendant glanced over the First Princess's body; taking stock of how muddy it was and the state of her clothing.

Ayeka's body was quite muddy, the clay covering her entire body with only a few spots on her face being the only thing clean. The sun peeking through the trees was starting to heat up the mud and harden on the princess.

"I think, at this point, we should be thankful we're okay." Ayeka admitted.

(OoC: Will be a tad slow - at work.)

"I agree. But we should really see about getting you cleaned up..." Ilia declared, summoning the strength to slowly sit up. "...the attendants back at the palace would go into fits if they saw your condition." She declared.

The question was; where could they go in the glade to clean up? Still, Jurai forests were magical places; certainly something acceptable could be found.

"If you're able, let's look around for a place to get dry and re-clothed. Are your shoes okay?" She asked. Ilia was used to being barefoot, but they still might have to do a bit of walking.

"My shoes are okay. Squishy, but okay." Ayeka admitted, finding the strength to sit up. "There might be a lake nearby we can go to to go clean off, but we're going to need to be careful..."

"That's good." Ilia smiled, happy the First Princess had the strength to stand. "With all this mushy ground, I'm sure there's a large body of water nearby." It was just a guess, though an educated one.

"We'll walk together and keep a look out for more dangers, okay?" Ilia offered, smiling. The warm sun up above really *did* feel nice.

"Alright. That'll be a good idea." Ayeka replied. Standing upright, she took Ilia's hand once more, giving it a squeeze. "I assume, though, if we find a lake, you'll help me wash?"

She was rarely this... crude, but after what they went through, she deserved it.

"Ah! Oh, uh...sure! I'd be honored to!" Ilia declared, her fluster clearly visible under the patches and specks of mud. "Let's...hope that lake is nearby, then!" She savored the squeeze of Ayeka's soft, if muddy, hand then she began scanning the forest for any signs of a large body of water.

After a bit of walking, they wouldn't encounter a lake but they would see a rather humble -by nobility standards- dwelling nestled within some trees. Apparently, this old dwelling served as a place of relaxation for visiting Noblewomen, and was forgotten about.

"Miss Ayeka? Do you see that?" Ilia declared, a bit in disbelief at seeing the dwelling. "I never thought you'd find that out *here*! But...that might be a good thing, right? There might be some water and fresh clothes inside!"

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