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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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"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!"

Ayeka couldn't believe that such a place existed either. It must have been forgotten about during the time things like that quicksand claimed this place.

"Neither did I. But, it's a blessing to be sure. Let's be careful that it's not another trap!"

With that, she began to lead Ilia towards the place.

Inside the villa, it was what one might expect from Jurai nobility. The furnishings were still in place, though a bit worn. And upstairs, there was a fully stocked area with a bath -that still had running, clean water- and a closet that held an assortment of clothing and garments; very similar to what Ayeka was wearing...pretty much identical, in fact.

"Wow! It's so beautiful in here." Ilia declared. She was fairly easy to impress, but seeing all this rustic luxury in the middle of nowhere was a sight to behold. "We're so lucky this place is here...I'm ready to get this mud off." She declared. "If this place is just like all the other newer villas, I guess the changing rooms would be upstairs, right? Let's go get cleaned up."

"Good idea!" Ayeka replied, nodding in agreement. She couldn't help but be amazed at how clean and simple this place was. It was as if time stopped in this place. Following Ilia upstairs, she began to muse over this place.

"It's like everything was waiting for us to find." She said. "Heh, if we can find a safer path, maybe we can claim this for ourselves."

"That would be nice! It could like our own private place...away from the Palace!" Ilia declared, sparing no time in reaching the upstairs. She couldn't get clean fast enough, but as always she was courteous to the First Princess.

"This changing area is so nice...you should get changed first, Princess." Ilia suggested. "And you deserve the first pick of clothing, a bit of thanks for saving me...saving *us*."

"Ah... m-maybe you should..." Ayeka began to say before stopping herself. There was no way Ilia would want to be the one to change first. Not after what they've been through.

"Thank you, Ilia..." she finally replied, deciding to step into the changing room. As she did, she reached back to loosen her pigtails before she moved to remove her undergarment.

Ilia just nodded and remained standing in the main dressing room while Ayeka got changed. She thought about sitting down, but she was mindful about not making a mess on the chairs. Still, she was good at waiting on her feet. She'd be fine until Ayeka was fully cleaned and dressed.

"Please take your time, Princess." Ilia said softly, rubbing her muddied arms. "You deserve to relax after all you've been through."

"Did you want to join me? I don't mind either way." Ayeka called out, discarding the muddy dressing and heading to the baths. Even if Ilia didn't join her, she would take her time, washing the mud out of her and enjoying the warm waters.

"Ah," In truth, she was tempted. Very much so. But in the end, temperance won the day. "N-no, that's okay! Besides, I want to be surprised by how clean and fresh you'll look. I think it will be...interesting that way!" She grinned, looking pretty bubbly even though Ayeka couldn't see her.

"Okay, then!"

With that, she would take her time in the bath, making sure each bit of her is cleaned and clear. After awhile, she would finally step out and dry off and make her way to the clothes.

It would take a little longer, but Ayeka would finally step out, wearing a blue and purple kimono almost similar to the one she lost to the quicksand pit. The only difference about her physically is that her pigtails aren't back up yet.

"Well. What do you think?"

"What do I think? I think you look so pretty~!" Ilia declared, all but swooning. Ayeka was a vision of pristine beauty, from her slippers to the top of her purple hair. It made Ilia's still muddy state a stark contrast.

"And you smell so nice, too!" Ilia added, taking in the sweet smell of the Princess. "I can't wait to take my turn in the bath!"

However, the bath water apparently had odd and dangerous properties. It would start as a tingle at first, but Ayeka would start to feel her slippers and the feet within petrify. Very slowly.

As Ayeka giggled, she did feel the tingling of the water starting to affect her body. There was also the feeling of something heavy on her feet, confusing her very much. She slightly shook it off as she turned her attention back to Ilia.

"Why don't you hurry up and get cleaned up, hm?" She said

"Sure thing! I'll get the bath started, then once I'm done, I'll pick out some nice robes to wear!" she declared. Then she was off, though it would take a bit for the water flow to get back up to speed.

Meanwhile, Ayeka's feet grew heavier; grey, blocky and more angular. And the bottom tips of her kimono and hair were beginning to petrify too.

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