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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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[This would be less of a problem if the hall wasn't so narrow and the IV pole wasn't something a lot more awkward than he was used to fighting with. But now that he's recovering from the surprise himself, he's quickly becoming more angry than afraid.] So you want a fight?

[Instead of going backwards, he dashes to the side to get his back to the hallway instead of against the wall. His one advantage here is that he's fast, powers or not. Getting cornered going against that thing is not a position he wants to be in. As he moves, he tries jabbing the top end of the pole at the monster's right knee, practically snarling.] Let's see you just try to beat me!

_{[Yes, it wanted a fight! Luckily... it was fairly slow... but it was also very big.]

[Still, the jabbing at the relatively-frail legs of the beast made it tip in balance slightly, although as if it knew what he was doing, it lets out a bellow and swings its club-like arms mightily at him, barreling forwards.]

[... It's then that he might notice the long slits on the end of each club... with something dangerously sharp-looking starting to protrude from each one...]}

[Envy barely manages to duck out of the way of the swinging arms, dropping into a low crouch on the floor and delivering a sweeping kick to its legs before trying to scramble backwards again. The IV pole is slowing him down, but he doesn't want to let go of it. His eyes widen and then narrow again when he sees those sharp things starting to come out.]

Well you're just fucking full of surprises, aren't you.

[Envy's pretty sure that the monster doesn't even understand what he says, but bluffing and talking certainly makes him feel better.]

_{[The creature makes some shrill, gobbling noises and stabs straight downwards. This time, though, it seems wise to his leg-aiming tactics, and blocks his kick by swinging one of its great arms like a battle-axe-- a veritable spear of sharp bone now sticking from the end of its club-like arm.]

[If he's lucky, he'll be able to recoil quickly enough to avoid a deep cut on his leg-- but if not, that leg is in some deep trouble.]}

[If it hadn't been for the IV, Envy might have been quick enough to avoid it. Unfortunately, he isn't that lucky, and he yelps and curses in pain as his leg is cut open. He still moves away from the monster though, dragging his injured leg behind him until he has room to stand again. Or...not so much stand as lean heavily on the IV for support, still moving backwards with an odd hopping motion.]

[Although even before he's stood up, there are white crackles of light around the injury and it begins healing, the skin and muscle knitting back together even though his leg is still covered in blood. He spares a thought that at least he's lucky in one way in this place. His next is that he might be able to use this. He continues to favor the leg heavily and obviously, hoping the monster isn't smart enough to figure out what that light had meant underneath the blood.]

_{[There was one thing for certain about this beast-- it wasn't particularly bright. But it was relentless-- injury or not, it continues to barrel forwards, pressing him back down the hallway... even if it cannot injure him, it certainly isn't planning on letting him pass...]}

[Envy keeps moving back, taking a chance on moving as slowly as that injury ought to have made him, trying to trick the monster into thinking he couldn't move quicker...up until he comes up parallel with one of those abandoned gurneys, and darts to the side in order to shove the whole thing in the path of the monster, shouting loudly in hopes of creating more confusion. Without wasting a second, he jabs the IV pole as hard as he can at the thing's lips, then drops to the ground in hopes of scrambling underneath the gurney and the monster's legs to get behind it.]

_{[Ooh, Envy... in a larger space, that strategy probably would have been great. But as such... confusing an enormous thing packed into a narrow hallway and then trying to go underneath it... yeeeah. Probably not the best idea.]

[The Closer lets out a jittery bugle at the noise and the jabs, and sort of-- ... well, goes berserk. Flipping the gurney, stomping and flailing wildly with both its oddly-pointed feet AND the bludgeoning, meaty arms. It's aiming to trample whatever's underfoot and it's probably doing a pretty good job at it.]}

[Most of Envy's problems are coming from the whole small space huge monster situation. Give him some room and he could have fought circles around it, but he's pretty limited when it takes up the entire hall and there's nowhere to go but backwards. Thus, the gamble to try getting behind it.]

[Which, as he decides as he's being effectively trampled, had not come out in his favor. He hasn't been injured this much since before he came to Johto, and it hurts and there's blood everywhere and he's pretty sure he's going to die at least once. But he'll keep trying to crawl out from underneath the monster whenever he can actually move, not caring which side he comes out on so long as he gets out.]

_{[Hurts, don't it? Not even near-instant healing capabilities can eliminate pain.]

[No matter which side he emerges on, if he wants to get away long enough to heal without having the damage instantly re-done, is best bet is to make like a tree and GET OUTTA THERE!]}

[They certainly can't, especially when he's getting new injuries even as the ones he got before are still healing.]

[Finally, he manages to get out from under the monster, and you know what? He is so done with this fight. He'll count on it staying confused and going nuts while he makes a run for it down the hall. He doesn't want to go into any of the rooms, since he doesn't know that it wouldn't be able to follow him in and trap him, but surely there must be doors into other halls somewhere.]

_{[He may not have a chance to be picky... there's plenty of doors, but few of them actually open, even if he tries them... and what few do merely reveal rooms full of things that Envy will not likely want to share space with... dead bodies strapped by beds, dripping, broken IVs and bloodbags...]

[And the further he goes, the narrower the hall gets ... and the beast is still behind him, slamming its arms on the walls as it goes.]

[There is a small door at the very end of the hall.]}

[Yeah, Envy has even less desire to shut himself in those rooms he's able to check than to face up against that thing again. With all his injuries healed, though, he's picked up a good amount of speed to get ahead of the monster.]

[And hey, one last available door to try before he has to turn back around and find a way to either kill that thing back there or die a lot of times trying. He grabs the door and yanks, remembering how difficult it was to open the door out of that room before.]

_{[Amazingly, the door comes open with no difficulty at all-- possibly even throwing Envy off balance with the way it flies open when he yanks it.]

[GET THEE THROUGH THE DOOR, SON. The monster's on your heels.]}

[It does throw him off balance, but not enough to slow him down from getting through it. He pulls the door closed behind him with almost more unnecessary force than he'd opened it with, staring at it for a long moment before turning his attention to his new surroundings.]

Great, now where am I...?

_{[The answer is somewhere very dark, and somewhere very small.]

[It'll take his eyes a moment to adjust to the almost non-existent light-- but when they do, he'll note that he's in a tiny wood-lined room, not much bigger than a walk-in closet. The air is stuffy and oppressive.]}

[Envy is definitely not a fan of this new development. He takes a few moments to feel around the walls, just in case there's another door, but knows there's not exactly much chance of that. But still, as much as he doesn't like it in here, that door opened easily. He just has to wait for the monster to leave, and then he'll be out of the small space.]

[It's about ten minutes, most of which he spends unhappily pacing around the room and sometimes kicking at the walls in frustration, before he tries to push the door open just enough to see out.]

_{[In those ten minutes, other details about the room start to become clear-- words, scratched in black charcoal, layer the walls over and over. There's so much writing crammed all over the place that most of it is almost illegible. But a few words stand out... KILL makes frequent appearances, for one thing.]

[... And opening the door reveals an empty hallw-- NO JUST KIDDING HI ENVY IT'S ME YOUR BEST FRIEND CLOSER I'M STILL HERE :D]

[The creature's big meaty arms promptly thud with mighty strength down onto the door, sending it shut again-- hopefully not on his fingers. It would seem that it wants him in there... for some reason.]}

[Envy is curious about those writings on the wall, not gonna lie. 'Kill' in particular...it feels almost fitting for him. But he is way more unhappy in being shut in this room by that stupid monster than he is curious. His first reaction upon the door being slammed back in his face is to lift up his foot and kick the door hard enough to make it rattle.] Yeah, well fuck you too!

[Followed by some more frustrated kicking and punching the walls. Envy is the most mature. Eventually, though, nervousness about being trapped in this room indefinitely starts to seriously compete with his anger about it. His pacing around starts to take on a sense of 'trapped animal', and he's still occasionally lashing out at the walls just to let off steam. But he'll start looking at those writings more closely, trying to decipher anything that might potentially help him out.]

_{[The writing is jagged and angry... written in passion... and in layers upon layers upon layers. It looks like somebody was in here a lot... for long periods of time.]

[Along with 'kill', a few other words jump out here and there...]

[WITCH ... THIEF.... FREAK...]}

Tch. Popular place to lock people up, I guess.

[He wonders if the person doing the writing had been the subject of the words on the wall, or if they had been railing at someone else. Still though, while 'witch' and 'thief' don't mean so much to him, 'freak' isn't a word that he much likes staring him in the face when he's already on edge and trapped. He really just wants out, so he presses his ear to the door to see if he can hear his buddy the monster.]

_{[Or a popular place for ONE person to be locked up, anyway...]

[In any case, as though sensing his ear against the door... Envy will be greeted with another WHAM as the thing's arm slams into the door forcefully. NOPE. YOU GOTTA STAY IN THERE LOL.]

[Perhaps it hadn't wanted to kill him to begin with... maybe it had just wanted to herd him towards that room...]}

[Envy snarls, pounding his fist on the door in response to the WHAM.] Go away and let me out, you son of a bitch! What do you even want?!

[He still doesn't really think it understands him, but you know what? HE JUST WANTS TO YELL AT SOMETHING. It distracts him from the stifling air and the darkness and the words on the wall and how there doesn't seem to be any way out of this situation.]

_{[There's no reply except for the beast's strange slobbering shriek.]

[But either way... it's not letting him out.]

[The minutes will pass. It's getting hot and stuffy in there... and... somehow smaller...]}

[Envy will just be continuing to pace for those minutes, a nervous scowl on his face. At least, until the room starts seeming smaller.]

[The thought crosses his mind that of course a place like this would have some kind of freakish magical shrinking closet. Either way, an edge of panic is beginning to creep in. Envy hates being trapped. He starts cursing, shouting to be let out and banging around on all the walls. He's half hoping that maybe there's something on the other side of another wall that he could break through into.]

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I decided to let him keep his healing powers, so free rein to cause any injuries you want !

8D WILL DO

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