foolishwren | 70. [DREAM/DREAM/DREAM/DREAM]

_{[So while the rest of Johto alternately panics, cries, or rushes around trying to capture as many of the soulstealing insects as possible, there are dozens of souls floating around in that dream limbo, drifting in and out of each other's slumbering thoughts and visions. Whether it's nightmarish flashbacks or just those dreams where you're at school taking a really hard test, and then Dracula shows up, and then everybody's naked ... anything is possible when it comes to what people see in their sleep.]

[But what appears in the darkness in this particular spot in the spaceless, shifting mass of dreaming souls... is a door.]

[It's old, and covered with boards and bolts, rusted near-through in some places. The lock is broken-- mangled and half-melted and wrenched out of the keyhole. The only thing on it that doesn't look ancient is a scrap of torn notebook-paper that's taped up on it at roughly eye-level. It reads only a single phrase:]}

Fear of blood tends to create fear for the flesh.

_{[More importantly, though... the door is ajar. Through the gap come the scents of rust and metal-- and something organic, fleshy-- and a low, deep hum of industrial machinery. It's not a door that anyone in their right mind would want to go through. ... But for anyone who may have stumbled this far into the dreams of their fellow lost souls, either in flight from some other nightmare or just pure, wandering curiosity... there's just no other place to go but through the door.]}

_{[Go on. Open it. After all.... it's only a dream.]}

[ooc: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, GUYS. Thanks for being patient! If you commented on that planning post, there's something spooky planned for your character to do here so please feel free to tag or not tag as it pleases you!]

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[ooc: This is the IC post for what was announced over here! Even if you didn't comment there, feel free to participate! I'm still happy to whip up Silent Hill scenarios for folks!]

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[He keeps one hand by his gun at all times, not wanting to risk getting caught off-guard. The dog's head is certainly a surprise to him when he reaches it. He mutters softly to himself.]

Abandoned playgrounds... a dog's head... could this really get any more ominous?

_{[Why would you even ask that, Ocelot? Of course it can.]

[As he moves further, the paths available become more and more labyrinthine-- twisting and turning, with the gaps between the chain-link growing ever narrower.]

[... As he's walking, he may notice that the sky is getting... a little darker.]}

[The twists and turns start to get him more disoriented. It's like an urban jungle, smelling of rot and rust. It's almost enough to make him gag. He covers his face with one hand, soldiering on, even as the sky grows darker.]

Great... just great...

_{[As if things couldn't get worse... the playgrounds are now behind him-- lost to sight. He could turn back... but if there's one thing that seems more certain than ever right now, Ocelot may be struck with the absolute knowledge that even if he went back now... he wouldn't be able to find his way back to that damn basketball court with the dog's head lying there like a discarded toy.]

[There is something very wrong with this place and it started being wrong the moment he stepped into this chainlink maze.]

[... And then... from somewhere far-off among the hardly-visible buildings...]

[A siren.]

[The last of the light in the sky disappears entirely, like the lights being turned down for the beginning of a movie. And behind it all... that industrial thrum grows ever louder. You should have stayed in the basketball court, Ocelot...]}

Oh shit.

[His face went pale and his blood ran cold at the sound of the siren. The thrumming didn't help either. His mind raced with the possibilities... most of them involved nuclear weaponry, walking tanks, or other horrors of science. All of them were bad.]

Nyet... not now...

[He frantically searched for a hiding place, like an animal. What was that saying, again? Ah, yes... "Curiousity killed the cat."]

_{[That melancholy moan was something that, even without the almost instinctive association with rapidly-approaching death that most humans on earth now associated it with, could somehow instill a sense of utter, complete dread. And as the entire world goes dark around him, the town comes alive with sounds... both metallic and organic.]

[There's nowhere to hide in this narrow labyrinth of rusted fencing, not really-- as he moves, or if he moves-- further down his increasingly claustrophobic path, there are wheelchairs and gurneys lying around, red with rust... or is it with something else...?]}

[He keeps moving down the path, barely taking notice of the objects on his path. He covers his mouth partially with his scarf, though, to try an blot out the heavy scent of metal and blood.]

[Was there any end to the madness? Any way out?]

_{[There might be! ... But not here. He'll just have to keep going, won't he?]

[... Oh, look at that.]

[There's a body strung up on the fence ahead of him. Arms out to the sides, its face is obscured by a taped-on gasmask of some sort... and underneath, the rest of it merely dangles, meaty ribcage exposed, with the spine hanging limply below... there's no legs. The corpse is festering with... something.]}

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