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NIGHTMARE FUEL MEME

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.

(original meme by

enthymeme)

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(Why should he trust a man that looks like a horrifying version of a Halloween decoration? Even with the ghosts of his past constantly chasing him, Waylon hasn't failed to notice the strangeness of the man meant to bring him back to the evil company that is Murkoff. Possibly, he's lucky the gas is the worst that has come from him.

But he's right in some regards, the cannibal isn't in the car. As long as they're moving, he can't catch them. The thundering in his ears continues, but he should be safe until the car stops.)

[Scarecrow keeps his eyes on Waylon, prepared to get the gun he has hidden in the car out should his captive try to escape or get him to pull over.

They soon reach an old, abandoned house that hasn't been lived in for years. Crane parks the car and gets out, opening the passenger's side and grabbing Waylon to drag him inside.]

(For now, Scarecrow is the lesser of the evils, if only because of the lack of shared history. He had never tried to eat him, never tried to...

...well, he isn't Eddie.

There is a moment, when the door opens, the Waylon tries to run, but he's grabbed quickly. He does continue to pull against his captor, his efforts multiplying when he realizes the state of the house they're going into; this isn't where Murkoff is operating.)

Where are we?

[Crane continues to tug Waylon, into the house.]

You don't need to worry about that.

[Once they're inside, he locks the door behind them. The inside of the house still has furniture, covered in sheets, as if the previous owners didn't even bother to pack before they moved away. Cobwebs and spiderwebs are in every corner, and the wallpaper is faded and peeling.]

How are we feeling, Waylon?

[Which is Scarecrow for 'do you need another dose of toxin'?]

I feel like a stranger working for Murkoff has dragged me to an abandoned house. I want to know why you've brought me here.

(The toxin still pumps through his system with every beat of his thundering heart. He's genuinely terrified, but that much would have been true even without the pharmaceutical help.)

The information has been leaked. Even if you kill me here, they know what happened at the hospital.

Oh, I'm not here to kill you, Waylon. That would be too easy.

[Scarecrow starts to pace around Waylon, slowly, like a panther about to pounce upon a lone antelope.]

I don't care what they were doing. But you robbed me of test subjects.

(He should fight back, Waylon knows as much as he slowly turns in circles with Scarecrow, making it difficult for the man to get a read on him. Despite the knowledge, he can't bring himself to strike out. Instead, he glances away long enough to survey his surroundings; he'd survived last time by running. Maybe if he can get the man distracted long enough, he can hide until making it to safety, despite the enclosed space.)

Of your test subjects? You were a doctor at Mount Massive?

In a manner of speaking. You see, I used to work for another mental hospital, until they caught me doing things they found 'unethical'. But Murkoff, they were more than willing to let me experiment on Mount Massive's patients.

[He stops right behind Waylon.]

But then you escaped and released your videos. My crop dried up.

(Another quick shift to assure they could stay face to face; experience has taught him that as scary as maniacs could be, they were even scarier when you didn't know what they were doing. Leaving his back to his kidnapper could quickly mean some form of horrific death.)

The experiments done at the asylum were unethical. People aren't lab rats to be used for your own curiosity.

What they were trying to achieve with the Wallrider project was short-sighted. That is where we differ.

[Scarecrow aims his glove at Waylon, the needles just inches away from his face.]

I don't intend to kill you. I just intend to make you suffer.

(Reflexively, he stumbles back, sure the sharp end of the needle is about to pierce the sensitive skin of his face. Even now, he doesn't welcome pain, he doesn't want it to end. Waylon has to stay alive and sane for his wife, his boys.)

Isn't that what you've already done in bringing him back? Is that your plan, to make me relive that night again?

(Hasn't he suffered enough? Isn't constant separation and nightmares enough pain?)

Perhaps. That was the most terrifying night of your life, was it not? Running around, having to avoid the corrupted inmates, nearly getting caught by the Groom. Knowing that each step you took might have delivered you into the arms of someone ready to do horrible things to you.

[There's nowhere for Waylon to run if he does take off. The doors and windows are boarded up, and Scarecrow knows the layout better than he does.]

But it's over.

(Even if the nightmares continue to be nightly visitors, that's all they can be. Eddie is dead, the asylum behind him. Ration begins to set in through the fear. Scarecrow is his only enemy here.)

Even if you play with my mind, your games will still only be games. You can't bring them back, you can only work through what other people have done. Memories can't hurt me.

Do not underestimate the power of fear. Fear is the glue that holds society together. Fear is power. Fear can overpower rationality.

[It looks like the toxin may be wearing off.]

I think we should continue your treatment.

[The gauntlet sprays more fear toxin at Waylon]

(This time, the spray causes Waylon to fall. His landing is harsh on the wooden floor, but the distance is small enough that even as he blinks away the gas, he's pushing himself to his feet. Last time, the gas has caused Eddie to appear -- an illusion, he can realize now that there is distance between them.

Once again on his feet, Waylon moves backward. Feet hit the ground beneath him, his head shaking in dismissal.)

Nothing you do is real. You can only mess with my mind. I can fight that. I can fight...you.

Your mind was convinced that Eddie Gluskin was back from the dead to get you. That is the power of fear.

[Crane advances on Waylon for every step he takes backwards.]

The gas is quite temporary, as you see. But a concentrated dose... that is much, much harder to recover from. The test subjects Murkoff sent me became trapped within their own minds. The ones who lived, that is.

(One step, another, another; one foot behind the last, he continues trying to put distance between them, too worried to run knowing the hallucinations would start soon. Would it be Eddie? The cannibal? Perhaps even Jeremy?

Finally, his back hits a literal wall. The webs sitting in the corners shift with the force of the blow, even as Waylon can only lament the loss of space instead.

Suddenly, Scarecrow becomes a lot more frightening. His mind is a terrifying, horrible place. Since he's escaped, it has been hard not to turn to alternate methods to ease his brain, to make his memories hide in dark corners. It was his family that kept him focus, and now, this man is saying he might be trapped in there forever; forever running.)

No. (As if denying the fact will make it so, Waylon can only shake his head.) No, you can't do that. You can't... Oh God, you can't.

[A cruel smile forms on Scarecrow's burlap-covered lips. Such fear is delicious. Sometimes Crane doesn't even need to use his toxin, for he can be scary on his own, or just by planting the idea that he'll send his victim into a state of eternal fear.]

Lucky for you, that too would be all to easy. There are other ways to make you scream.

(The mind is a powerful tool, a weapon to be used for or against the user. Waylon doesn't want to think of living the rest of his life trapped in a waking nightmare, a hell of his own creation. Lisa and his sons would eventually make an appearance, dead or tortured, he's sure. Eddie and Lisa should never exist in the same space.

The wall stands firm behind him.)

Torturing me won't undo what is done. What happened in the asylum was wrong, it had to be stopped.

Sometimes sacrifices need to be made in the name of science. One cannot make an omelette without breaking an egg or two.

[Of course, science is only part of the reason he does what he does. He mainly likes to see others afraid. It makes him feel powerful. There is nothing greater than seeing a person helpless and scared before him.]

But the question is, what to do with you?

(Spoken with the cruelty he expected of a Murkoff associate. People aren't eggs, things to be cracked and used as someone else's disposal. The sane had emerged crazy, the sick returned demented, all for their games. It's sickening, and yet Waylon finds himself another pawn.

His chest rises and falls in horror.)

Let me go.

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